#The Cheat's Head A Splode

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, | rex sloan 'splode' x gender neutral reader

love mail — PLEAASE please rex sloane be famous IM BEGGINg this took me like an hour but it's so long i'm actually surprised i committed to it. !!( ; ﾛ)ﾟ ﾟguys.. .. please... my efforts for my alive husband.. MAJOR S3 SPOILERS ! angst too oops, not proofread sorri !

wc : 2.2k

the three times rex sloan broke your heart.

rex sloan, or splode, one or the other — depending on how much he liked you, was a man that many knew for his pride, ego, and utter selfishness. the living, breathing representative of a self absorbed man. you hated the fact you fell for his stupid jokes and undeniable charm, how could you not? in his words, he was irresistable, and you had to admit.. he wasn't lying.

rex had you smitten with that little smirk of his and promises of well spent 'bonding' and 'getting to know each other'. you were doomed the moment he caught on to what made you tick, and what made you flush.

the very first time he had broken your trust, was his promise to court you — to have a beautiful life with you, that your eyes were pretty, that you were his, all his. only to hear those same words as he pounds into some random woman in your apartment, to your dismay. clothes that weren't yours and ones that definitely belonged to rex are scattered all over the place, and you just feel sick.

you make sure to yell for them to get out. and your eyes burn into rex's unapologetic ones, you see that smile on his face — unashamed, uncaring. you accept your defeat, that you fell for stupid, flowery words, from a pretty face with an ugly heart. you fall to the floor when you hear the door click, wobbly knees unable to hold you up for any longer as you sob; heart screaming at you for allowing yourself to be betrayed like this — when you knew you should have been smarter, wiser. not fall to something as stupid as love.

dealing with him around the base was your worst nightmare. he was fine; same insufferable jerkbag, while you cried and cried for days on end. where your body felt used, and your heart strings being tugged so tightly, you were afraid your fraile organ would burst. you knew one thing for sure, rex splode — was a man beyond redemption, beyond saving, and beyond forgiveness.

you dealt with seeing his face all the time, pissing you off, the team off, and being the same arrogant asshole he always was. you scold yourself for ever thinking he was anything different, for all the times he confided in you, and you him, for all the times your connection was more than cheap sex — was revealed to be nothing. hell, you wouldn't even be surprised if the cheap sex was all rex cared about. fuck that guy. (not literally, enough of that.)

the second time was weird. because you never even took him back — but after his.. haunting battle with king lizard that damn near killed him, the team did everything they could to keep him alive. at the cost of him needing to be bedridden for a while, unconcious, barely breathing.

you don't know why you even bothered to visit. you used to fight the urge to bash his face in, but seeing him so.. still, perhaps even peaceful.. you come to wonder how anyone was able to tame that fire he so naturally burned with. you made regular visits with mark, his best friend. and the way he talked about rex, made you remember the version of him you understood him as. for all his spunk and bite, he was still a man. a man who just wanted to be loved; for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time, as his past left him feeling unwanted.

you pitied him, almost. nothing can excuse cheating, nothing — but still.. you can never really get rid of the affection you held for someone. in the back of your head, like a virus that won't go away, it stays.. even if you can't see it, you definitely feel it.

things got worse when he woke up, because you don't know why — or how — but he just.. got better. scoffs and sneers turned to smiles and greetings, brushed off attempts at small talk became check ups on his health, and for the first time in the longest time.. your heart softened for him. you felt the familiar ache of your heart whenever he was around, but not one of hatred, but instead of.. yearning. oh no. your feelings for him coming back a second time around was not welcomed.

you didn't know how to feel on the night rex asked to see you at the roof of your apartment complex, and you didn't know what you were thinking when you agreed to meet. your footsteps feel heavy as you walk the stairs to the very top, and when you open the door — there he is. you expected the whole hero get-up, it was like the only thing he wore.. but no, just a shirt and plain pants while he leaned against a short wall, his back turned as he looked over to the city below. weird, you noted, but rex splode was always weird. and annoying, and insufferable, and —

"you ever think about what it's like?"

you snap out of your thoughts — surprised to hear such softness in his voice. it was almost believable, you scoffed mentally, even if you two were on better terms, you remained cautious. but nevertheless, you walk towards him, standing by his side with crossed arms. "what are you getting at?" you mumbled, an unintentional bite in your tone as rex chuckled, all too familiar with it.

"you know, what it means to be more than a hero — something more than a masked figure that saves lives, lives that are the reason i can only wonder what it must be like to.." his voice trails off, but you're understanding the direction this conversation is going.

you opened your mouth to continue his sentence, the previous snark disappearing. "be happy, truly, and unapologetically happy." you finished, turning your head to search his face for confirmation of her assumption of his words. his bittersweet smile speaks volumes.

he then asks; "you know my last name? like, for real." laughing at the question, you answer without thinking. "splode. it's stupid, rex splode — explode —"

"sloan."

your laugh slowly dies down, blinking at the realization. "my full name is rex sloan." rex, for the first time in.. ever, looks vulnerable. and all of a sudden, you recall just exactly why you were always so captivated by those eyes of his.

the talk extends for a couple hours, some tears are shed, unsaid words were finally shared, and a single promise was made.

"i promise," rex's hand makes it's way to your cheek, soothing your sniffles as the other pulls you close by the hip. a gesture you once recognized as rex wanting something physical, but there was more to this.. something emotional, a connection beyond desire and lust. "—that i'll be better. i'll fix what i broke back then, when i was spoiled, a big brat.. and that i'll be a good man for you. for all the hurt i caused, i'll try to heal tenfold. i'll be more than.. rex splode, i'll be yours." he whispered, leaning in close and brushing his nose against yours, a form of sweet affection.

and at those words, you leaned in to kiss him. a seal, one could say, to his oath of change. and since rex was staring at your lips all night, being on his very best behavior, he appreciated the reward. "you know.." he mumbled against your lips, smiling. "for once in my shitty life, i think i'm actually content." a laugh escapes him, and you practically swallow it with the way he just.. can't, won't pull away from you. "it's kinda worth living if it's with you."

but nothing could be greater than his relief that you forgave him. that the man you found to be so repulsive and conniving, was worth forgiving. and you will never know how much that meant to him. how much you meant to him.

the third, and very last time rex had broken your heart, was the invincible war.

the team was sent to deal with an invincible variant, no biggie! rex was joking about how excited he was to kick his best friends ass, and you laugh.. the war was hard, after all. with so much destruction, some humor doesn't hurt.

you wish you told him to not underestimate the enemy, to have a high guard.. because maybe, maybe you could've stopped this.

monster girl and rudy are safe, they had long fleed the bridge and now it was just you and rex. beaten, bloodied, and bruised.. but together. rex had taken so many more hits, for you and the others more than anything else. the gash in his side is still dripping blood and you feel sick at the sight. you can't win this, you won't win this.

your thoughts are disturbed by the hardest hit you'll likely ever take if you make it out of here alive, slamming you into a wall, knocking the wind out of you. "agh—.." trying to get up serves impossible, every inch of your body is screaming for you to stand, but the building shakes with each explosion rex throws at gogglesible — and all you can do is helplessly watch as your boyfriend, the love of your life, still tries to fight a battle he knows he's lost.

your one good eye widens at the sight of gogglesible getting the upper hand, grabbing rex by the throat — chokes and curses of struggle escaping his lips. "when i'm done with you, it'll be your dumb little partner next. right after they watch you get torn to shreds, limb by limb, with nothing left of you to mourn." the variant spoke coldly, his grip on rex's neck tightening with every second.

you watched helplessly, tears brimming in your eyes as you catch rex's gaze. even as he struggles, he's still got his eyes on you, so loving, full of nothing but adoration. so that's when you know somethings wrong — because for all the love you have for him, you know he wasn't the type to become sappy in the middle of battle. not unless —

that's when you're forcing yourself to move. grabbing onto the wall as you don't notice the way he reaches into his aforementioned gash, too focused to getting to him before it's too late.

rex always joked about going out with a bang — oh fuck, please be some messed up joke.

"honey,"

the sound of his voice immediately makes you snap your head to him, the kindest smile is on his lips — and he's got that apologetic look in his eyes. he knows what'll happen, he just hopes you remember him fondly. not for who he was, but who he became. cause among everything else, he was grateful to become yours. that you will be the one person to remember him as rex sloan, and not the jackass the world made him be.

"make sure to look away f'me, yeah?"

three times rex broke your heart,

two times you chose to forgive —

and one whole lifetime to live without him.

you sob as you turn your head away, the sight too much to bear as the last thing you see is rex's skin beginning to glow an bright yellow hue.

"my entire goddamn skeleton, dickhead."

and then, it was over.

you wake up in a hospital bed, noticing the burn marks that cover your skin, almost mocking the experience you had only hours prior. a reminder of who you lost, permanently engraved on your body forever.

at your side, is a note; it's not anything grandiose, hell — it's crumpled and the penmanship looks half assed. but you know it all too well, rex.

hey, i'm awful at notes. don't expect sappy shit, alright? i just have a horrible feeling about the mission and, you know, no regrets. not saying somethings gonna go wrong but i just want you to know.

when i met you, i was a horrible guy. i chased nothing but my own self pleasure and ego, and i still regret it. the way you looked at me that night, i get scared of disappointing you like that again. god, i wish i wasn't writing this on some tiny notepad i stole from marks desk, but i digress.

i love you, holy fuck i love you. you're my world, my honey, my heart. you made an irredeemable scumbag a tolerable young man, and that's something to be proud of. make sure to never forget that, okay? you were the reason i stopped throwing myself into danger like i was immortal, for once i..

i would be afraid.

for the first time in my life, i was terrified of dying, and that was new — so incredibly new to me. regardless, i'm glad i get to come home to you every single night, honey. no need to be afraid of dying when i know i'll fight hard to live, and see your pretty eyes first thing in the morning.

i love you, for all your sassy remarks and shitty jokes, i love you.

i'll see you when we get back from the mission, and you'll laugh at me for making something so stupid and sappy. but you know i mean it, everything, it's always for you. all of it is for you.

— utterly yours, r. s. ♡

[vinnyvamppp]

may i perchance request rex x fem!reader x eve? like set s1 where instead of cheating, rex learns to COMMUNICATE with eve and they start picking up girls together #couplegoals

Two's Company, Three's Dangerous

Note: I love this??? Its healing the annoyance I felt for Rex in season one. This is my canon now. (Mark in the bg LMFAOOO)

Warnings: Suggestive themes & flirtation, Strong language, Corny Dialogue (I cackled), Mild Sexual Tension, Changes For Plot Convenience, Threesome dynamic, etc.

Synopsis: Three’s not a crowd—it’s foreplay. When Rex and Eve decide to start pulling girls together, they don’t expect you to walk in and flip the game on its head. Now you're all tangled in teasing, tension, and a whole lot of trouble they can't stop chasing.

Rex Splode x Atom Eve x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,196

It starts the same way most of Rex’s ideas do: loud, impulsive, and almost immediately a bad idea. “Look, all I’m saying is—it’s not cheating if we’re both in on it.” Rex lounges on Eve’s couch, tossing popcorn into his mouth like he’s solving world peace instead of pitching a threesome. “You’ve gotta admit, you miss flirting.” She shoots him a look. “I miss the fire.” That makes him pause. “I miss feeling like I was… chasing something. Not just bad guys, but possibility. Something new.” She shifts slightly. “Now we suit up, save the world, come home. Lather, rinse, repeat. And I love you, but…” He quirks a brow. “You’re bored.” “I’m craving something,” she admits. “And I don’t know what it is, but it’s not this.” Rex sits up, tossing the remote aside. “So let’s find it. Or her. Whatever the hell you’re talking about, we’ll chase it together.” She blinks. “You’re okay with that?” “Eve.” He gives a crooked grin, head tilting. “You think I’d turn down the chance to pick up girls with you? This could be the best idea I’ve ever had.” She narrows her eyes. “Your best idea was a flamethrower guitar.” “Exactly.” He claps his hands. “We’re overdue for something fuckin’ unhinged.” Three bars and a rooftop mixer later, Eve is regretting everything. Everyone they meet is either desperate, oblivious, or already half in love with Rex before they realize Eve is part of the package and not just a bystander. He’s charming, yeah, but in that loud, golden-retriever-who-sells-vape-pens way. And Eve, despite herself, tries. She leans in. She smiles. She even lets Rex do that thing where he says they’re “taking applications.” Nothing. And then you show up.

They stared, completely enamored. You exuded a boisterous confidence that demanded attention. The smooth sheen of your skin glistened under the dim lights, while your hips swayed slightly with allure. Your hair framed your delicate features, and the sound of your heels clicked loudly against the bar floor as their vision tunneled. The most striking detail, however, came from your eyes. Though your appearance was delicate—almost cute—the intense glare held within them was distinctly predatory. You don’t look at them right away. You order your drink, slow and unhurried, like you’ve done this before—like you enjoy making people wait. You don’t need to scan the room to know you’re being watched. Until your gaze drags over Rex first, unimpressed, then lingers on Eve for a little too long. You can feel the energy shift, like a current humming between you three. Rex elbows Eve lightly. “Holy, shit. Target acquired. Did you see that?” Eve snorts into her drink. “You’re imagining things.” “Nah, nah—don’t gaslight me, Eve. That was a full-body scan. I’ve watched less intense security checks at the airport.” “She’s gonna eat you alive,” Eve murmurs, lips curving. “That’s half the fun.” You finally turn, catching their eyes in one lazy glance. You take in the matching drinks, the too-casual spacing between them, and the subtle lean of Eve’s leg angled toward Rex’s. The way they’re utterly entangled in one another yet insistent with their gaze.

It starts small. A glance that lingers too long. A hand reaching for a drink at the same time, knuckles brushing, and neither of you moving away. Eve’s smile grows when you mirror the way she tips her glass, when your tongue flicks out to taste the rim like hers just did. Rex catches it, that silent mimicry, and his gaze drags across both of you—lazy, appraising, and somewhat hungry. No one says anything, but the air feels heavier with each breath. You cross your legs; Eve mirrors you.

Rex licks his lips. You’re not touching, not yet, but tension is definitely pressing in between the silence and the smirks. Rex’s hand slides lazily across the back of Eve’s chair, fingers brushing her bare shoulder like he’s just resting them there, but there’s nothing casual about the way she shifts into the contact. It was a performance. Despite their prior arguing, the two shared heated kisses, all to entice.

Your voice cuts through the teasing. “So,” you say, smiling slowly to yourself, “you two scouting or just bored?” Rex grins like he’s been caught red-handed. “Depends. You offering a distraction?” “I’m offering nothing,” you reply, sipping your drink. “But I am very curious.” Eve watches you now, like really watches. The way your confidence settles around you like a silk robe. The way your eyes flicker, assessing and amused. You’re dangerous in a way that doesn’t need powers. “What are you curious about?” she asks. You lean in slightly as if sharing a secret. “You two always argue like a divorced couple, or am I just lucky tonight?” “Oh, fuck you—“ Rex sputters. Eve just laughs—low and unexpected. It startles her, that you got under her skin so fast. That she wants to hear more. “You’re quick,” she says. “And you’re not subtle,” you reply, tapping her glass. “Next time you flirt, try not to stare at my mouth the whole time.” Rex whistles. “Okay. Damn.”

Eve just blinks. Slowly. Then exhales, smiling like you’re a puzzle she’s already halfway solved. “What’s your name?”

You tell her. Rex repeats it under his breath like a prayer. “Goddamn. Even the name’s hot.” You toss him a look. “Careful, I bite.” He grins. “Yeah, well, I bark, whimper, and fuck. Match made in heaven, right?” Eve sighs into her cocktail. “Please stop talking.” You slide off the stool, slow and deliberate. “I’m not a prize,” you say. “But I might be worth the chase. So, earn it.” You lean in, pressing a kiss to Rex’s cheek—mock-sweet, just enough to short-circuit him while your fingers drag slowly down Eve’s wrist, leaving a shiver in their wake. Both of them wear matching smirks, the kind that try too hard to cover how rattled they are. Without waiting for a word, you turn on your heel and strut toward the exit, leaving heat in your wake and satisfaction in your step. You’ve had your fun. For now.

Rex insisted on a steakhouse. Eve tried to veto it. You suggested sushi just to see who’d squirm harder. In the end, you’re all at a loud fusion place with flashing neon and absolutely no privacy. Perfect. “So,” you say, picking at an appetizer with elegant fingers. “What’s your strategy? Good cop, bad cop? Hot mess and stone-cold killer?” Eve smirks. “I’m not cold.” “You’re ice in heels,” you counter, and she looks… pleased? Rex coughs. “And I’m the hot mess?” “You’re wearing sunglasses indoors.” “I’m mysterious.” “You’re hungover.” You’re winning. Every line lands. Every glance makes Rex stammer or Eve flush. You lean forward, drink in hand, and say things with a smile that could kill. You never touch them, but the way you look at them? It’s almost worse. Eve watches you, not even pretending to hide it anymore. She likes the control you have. Likes the way you disarm her without even trying. She finds herself mimicking your posture, drinking when you drink. She’s leaning too close. And for once? She doesn’t care. Rex, on the other hand, is falling apart. “I don’t get it,” he mutters. “You’ve roasted me for two hours straight, and I still want you to like me.” “I do like you,” you say sweetly. “I just like watching you sweat more.” Eve hides her laugh in a sip of water. As the night winds down, Rex finally blurts, “So… do we get a second date?” You lean back, fingers tapping your glass. “You haven’t earned it yet.” He groans. “But,” you add, sliding your phone across the table, “you could try again.” You stand, this time with intent. Eve’s eyes follow every move. You brush past her chair, fingertips grazing her shoulder—not enough to be a promise. Just enough to be a reminder. Then you're gone. Again. And they are left there, dazed and enchanted. Rex slumps. “She’s gonna wreck us.” Eve smiles, slow and dangerous. “I hope so.” A/N: I cringed a few time too, I know, but to be cringe is to be free 🐎

[kirietown]

Cheater Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

Pairing: Mark Grayson x f!reader x Rex Splode

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time, boy likes girl, girl has a shitty boyfriend, shitty boyfriend might be a little bi-curious— it’s really nothing new.

Content: no threesome or direct mark/rex interactions unfortunately, P in V sex, mentions of cheating, pussy eating, “accidental” cum eating, cream pie, unsafe sex, canon compliant kate slander, mark is low key soft yandere coded? (I can’t help it), mark, rex & reader all kind of suck!

18+

Word Count: 3K

a/n: one shot, though I think I’ll write drabbles for this dynamic,— I picture them eventually becoming a reluctant triad (I was really thinking of challengers when writing this) lol,, pls feel free to send me asks :)

You didn’t notice Invincible fly in until he was sat down next to you. You didn’t move to acknowledge him, and instead only hugged your knees closer to your chest. The wind caused your pyjamas to flutter against your back but you paid no mind to it.

”You’re shivering,” he said, putting an arm around your shoulder as if to block the cold away from you. “What are you doing out here?” You let his question linger in the air for the moment as you pondered a response— was it best to lie? 

You were sat up on a large rocky hill, not quite a mountain, near the GDA’s secret base in Utah. It was where you lived,— and where Rex lived too. 

“I found him,” you finally decided on the truth. “Rex… with Kate, or a dozen Kates it seemed.” You let out a bitter chuckle after the words fell out of your mouth. It left your stomach unsettled, but at least you weren’t alone.

Mark’s arm tightened around you as he tilted his arm so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t deserve that, I can’t fucking believe him.” His words were said with such anger that you nearly felt the instinct to defend Rex. Call it pathetic, but a part of you would always want to defend him. You were both brought up together; two freaks sold to different organizations to be experimented on until you were both found by the GDA and settled on being government puppets. 

You thought it made you close, being heroes, and sharing similar pasts. But in moments like these, when a different girl stood between you and Rex, you wondered if maybe he resented you. Did he see himself in you? Was hurting you his way of punishing himself for everything he didn’t like? 

“I wish I was better,” you muttered. “I don’t understand why he does this to me. Aren’t we the good guys?” It confused you at times. To be hurt by a hero was a different kind of pain; it made you feel selfish. That was the worst part, the fact that you knew that if you measured all the goodness he brought into the world against the pain he’d caused you— he’d still be golden. 

“I guess it’s more complex than just that,” Mark replied. “I used to think it was more black and white too, but I think people can be capable of anything… I wasn’t the best boyfriend either for a long while.” You knew he was speaking of his ex Amber. He’d come to you about his problems, more often than not he’d sit with you on these very same rocks and vent about not being able to make time for her. 

You usually sat and listened, and never brought up how often he would come to you to rant. Nor did you bring up how often he’d visit your room in the GDA Guardians base to see if you were free to fly around on patrol. 

It didn’t take a genius to note that Mark was a shitty boyfriend, and it likely made you a hypocrite because you didn’t care. 

You liked his company, and that was obvious enough based on the fact that you allowed him to dance his fingers against your side. The thin material of your shirt doing nothing to block the warmth he radiated. 

“I’d blame it on being a superhero, but I don’t think I was a shitty girlfriend, so maybe it isn’t an excuse at all,” you said, hoping to lighten up the mood a bit. It was true, you tried your best. You were kind, patient, and loyal to a fault. Maybe the man holding you in his arms right now had made his way into your heart just a little bit, and maybe you’d had a few sparing sessions where you let fingers linger a little too long and bodies rub a little too closely. 

But it wasn’t at all comparable to fucking him. What Rex did was cheating, you didn’t do anything wrong— at least nothing no one could prove. 

“Okay maybe I deserved that,” he sighed. You felt his shoulder shake and turned to see him remove his mask and set it gently next to him. “But I think ripping on me has definitely improved your mood just a tiny bit, so I’m not too bothered…” 

“Who said I needed cheering up?”

He rolled his eyes before he replied, “you were sitting outside in your pyjamas in the middle of the night shivering.” 

“Speaking of,” you started. “Why are you here? I mean, like you said, it’s the middle of the night.” 

He blushed at your words, even in the darkness you could see it. “Guess I couldn’t sleep and… I guess I wanted to see if you were up. I noticed my messages weren’t delivering, so I assumed you must’ve been awake because your phone is usually on at night.” He spoke in a tone that suggested his reasoning was normal, as though his behaviour wasn’t odd in the slightest. 

“So you flew all the way to Utah?—“

”Hey,” he groaned. “It’s like maybe a two minute flight tops, don’t do me like that.” You only chuckled in response. 

“I don’t know,” you replied. You shifted your body to face him properly, and rather than let you go, he only pulled you closer to him. It took you by surprise, but nonetheless you allowed your legs to cross over his. It felt strange to practically be sat on his lap, but Mark acted as though it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“It’s just,” you continued. “It’s a bad look to come visit another guy’s girlfriend in the middle of the night, y’know?” His other hand moved to wrap around your thigh gently, pulling you closer until you were sat firmly on his own thigh. “Makes me feel like maybe you had some ulterior motives.” 

“Maybe he should’ve kept his girlfriend happier,” he said. His face moved closer to yours, his breath fanning over your cheek.

”Who said I was unhappy?”

”That’s a secret,” he replied before he silenced you with another. His lips were cool against yours and the shock of it caused a gasp to escape your throat. He took the opportunity to let his tongue shift into your mouth. It eagerly explored yours, and you shut your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he said with a pant. His lips had pulled away for a moment before he pressed them gently against yours again. You shifted, pulling onto his costume until you felt your back lay against the hard stones of the hill. You pushed your hips up, and felt a hard lump against your inner thigh. He moaned at the contact, and humped against your leg. 

“Wait,” you said as you felt his hands travel up your shirt. “I… I just broke up with… I.. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Your hand was firm against his chest, and you noted the sudden shift in his eyes. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. I just wanna feel you, can I?” 

“Feel me how?” You asked breathlessly, his fingers trailed up under your shirt. You gasped at the feeling of his thumbs brushing against your nipples. 

“Fuck,” he cursed against your neck. “I just wanna be inside you, is that so wrong?” He emphasized his words by rolling his hips between your legs. His erection prominent even through the fabric. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned at the friction. “Just do it, please.” Normally, with Rex, you wouldn’t let him get away with not at least playing with you a bit before fucking you. But right now, you didn’t care, and you would give anything just to feel something warm and steady inside of you. 

Mark didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled with the zipper of his suit as you moved to take off your pants, laying them under you so your bare ass wouldn’t have to touch the ground. He kissed you again, letting you lay down flat again as you widened your legs to give him room. You felt his heat press against yours, your folds shifting to give him room then slowly he guided his cock into you. 

You hissed at the contact due to lack of prep, and he hesitated before you kissed his cheek to encourage him to keep going. He continued, you shut your eyes at the pain, but soon let out a moan as you felt him rock his hips back. Your pussy getting wetter as he eagerly pumped his cock into your heat.

”Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whimpered. His right fist was clenched next to your head, whilst his left hand fumbled with your breast. It palmed and squeezed around it, and not for your satisfaction but for his own. It was selfish how he fucked into you, as though it was a need. You remembered his words, how he wasn’t a great boyfriend, how he was careless. It helped you detach further from the moment, as although his cock felt amazing as it thrusted into you, you knew Mark was being selfish deep down. 

You moved your fingers down slowly, and bit your lip once they made contact with your throbbing clit. The moment was cut short when Mark moved his hand from your tit and swatted yours away. 

“Wh—?” 

“I wanna be the one to touch you,” he said against your cheek. Your brows knitted together in annoyance until you felt his fingers trace around your pearl delicately. It was so different from Rex. He would touch you like he was a DJ playing a record after one too many drinks, until you’d have to remind him how your body worked. 

The moan you let out was near embarrassing at the sensation of Mark’s gentle fingers and his harsh cock. The duality was enough to send you near the edge. The build up of your orgasm deep in your gut. 

“Where do you want it?” Mark’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts so harshly that you barely understood the question. His fingers had shifted and now his thumb was rubbing circles onto your clit, gently pushing against the delicate skin. 

“Huh…?” He chuckled at your confusion, pressing a kiss against your cheek near your ear before he let his hips drill particularly closer into you. You peeled your legs back more, and gasped at the deeper impact of his cock inside you. 

“I— Fuck,” he stilled his hips for a moment before continuing to fuck. “I’m so close, can I… Can I finish inside?” He gasped the question against your skin, sending chills down your spine. You could barely think, especially as his fingers didn’t stop their pursuit despite his hips stilling every few moments. 

“Please?” He whined against your neck. His hips continued to drill into you, his fingers now making scissoring motions against your clit. “Please,” he begged, though it practically came out as a sob. 

“Okay,” you breathed. The word caused Mark to quicken his pace, both his fingers and his cock working to bring you closer over the edge. You gasped, seeing stars as the cord holding you back finally snapped and you felt that familiar explosion in your lower belly. You barely were able to collect your thoughts when Mark thrusted impossibly deeper into you and you felt the warm sensation of his seed filling you. 

He didn’t pull out of you right away, but instead shifted to face you. You stared back into his dark eyes in awe noting how flushed his face was, and how his usually perfectly styled hair now framed his forehead. What caught your attention however was the way he stared at you, fixated, and you knew then his words about this meaning nothing were full of shit. 

“Did you—?” 

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly a bit self-conscious at the fact that he was still inside of you. When you shifted, you could feel him slip out a tiny bit… So you laid still. 

“I’ve never…” You weren’t sure if you wanted to admit it, but you were always chatty post-orgasm. “I’ve never let anyone finish… Inside before.” He definitely let his surprise show, and it caused you both to giggle. “Don’t feel too special though,” you said. 

“Too late,” he joked. He smiled at you before finally, and seemingly reluctantly, he pulled out of you and sat back on his knees. You sat up as well, ignoring the soreness between your legs. Mark seemed transfixed by something behind you, you furrowed your brows in confusion before you turned to see that a mini crater had formed next to where your head was— seemingly the size of Mark’s fist. 

“I… I guess I got a bit too excited,” he finally said. You both laughed. 

…

It was the early morning when you found yourself back in your room, and to your shock Rex was sat, slouched over your bed. 

“Get the fuck out,” you said. You couldn’t deal with his bullshit, especially with how tired you felt as a result of sleep deprivation and the fact that you just got fucked on the back of a rocky hillside. 

“Ouch? Listen,” he said before he stood up, and you realized he was only dressed in his boxers. That was exactly how you had found him with Kate meaning the bastard hadn’t even bothered to change. Was her sweat still clinging to his skin? The thought made you sick. 

“I’m listening,” you said with fake sweetness. “Reluctantly.” 

“It was a mistake, like c’mon Kate— Kate is well, she just seemed like a good lay, and I thought I’d get it out of my system before I could commit to you. Babe, you’re wifey material.” His words were sporadic as if he was coming up with them on the spot despite the fact that he seemingly had been in your room for several hours with nothing but his own thoughts to occupy him. 

“Before you can commit? We’ve been together for like four years!” 

“You know what I mean,” he said. 

“No,” you replied. “I seriously don’t, now can you get out? I wanna go to bed.” You practically growled out the words, as you moved to lay down on your bed. Your sore back finally relieved at the softness after having been scraped up against the rocks outside. 

Rex had only shifted to let you lay, but other than that made no move to leave. “How about I make it up to you?” He said with a teasing tone, and you immediately detected the innuendo. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Just a taste?” He asked, shifting his body to face yours. “Let me make it up to you, let me show you that you’re my girl.” Was he kicked in the head by 10,000 horses? Did he really think he could get you back by eating you out? The thought itself was so— 

You thought for a second, really thought before an idea came to mind. “Okay,” you said. You lifted your hips to shimmy your pants and undies down your legs, and if Rex was shocked by your sudden shift in mood he didn’t show it. 

“See, I knew—“ 

“Shut up,” you said impatiently. He cracked a wide grin before he saluted you and moved until his stomach was pressed into your bed sheets and his breath was fanning your pussy. He breathed in and groaned, and for a second you suspected he was onto you. But then his tongue reached to circle your clit, and you tilted your head back and sighed. He continued this for a few moments before he trailed his hands up your legs and hooked a finger into your fucked out hole.  

“Shit, you’re already so wet,” he groaned against you, his other hand gripping your thigh like a lifeline. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” 

“Why don’t you shut up, and get a taste?” It took everything in you not to laugh at the messiness of the situation. You gasped, clenching your thighs around Rex’s head as you felt his tongue reach into your hole, exploring at first tentatively, until he shifted his arms and gripped both your thighs tightly. He rapidly began eating you out like a man starving and made obscene noises as he licked and sucked everywhere. Your juices and Mark’s coating his tongue and face. 

“You taste so fucking amazing,” he groaned before continuing his pursuit. 

“Better than usual?” 

He hummed against your pussy, sucking your clit before pulling away with a pop. “What? You go to the gym or something? Y’know I love tasting you after a work out,” he bit your thigh gently before licking up your pussy and swirling his tongue around your clit. You moaned at the sensation, but smirked at his words. 

“Oh, I had a workout alright,” you chuckled. Rex pulled away from your pussy, his face suddenly puzzled as though seemingly realizing that something was off. 

“Why did you say it like that?” 

“Like what?” You pushed yourself onto your elbows, looking at his dark eyes with matching confusion. 

“I’ve heard enough evil villain side comments to know something’s going on,” he said with an annoyed tone. The sight of his wet face only made you grin wider much to his confusion. 

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just curious. Who tastes better: me or Mark?” You finally asked. The words hung in the air like day old laundry for a few seconds until Rex’s eyes shifted from your face and down to your swollen pussy. His fade unreadable for a moment— several emotions flashing before he sneered and said:

“He can bust inside, but I always have to wear a condom?!” 

[midnightshindig]

Hey👀👀 could we get some first kiss rex hc that are just emotional as hell?? Not necessarily angsty hes just feeling feelings😞🙏

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

ughhhh i'm not over rex

also what the HELL Rudy

gonna deadname him forever sorry guys, not a biggot just a hater </3

hcs under the cut!

Rex is a nervous bitch

he hasnt really had a first kiss he's cared that much about since he was fourteen with Eve

and even then he was fourteen so he didn't really know how big of a deal it was

BUT this is post-lobotomy Rex

and he really likes you

and he can't mess this up

he can't "Rex it up" as Amanda lovingly put it when he begged her for help

"Pleaaase Amanda- you're a woman- kinda- you know about this romance junk!" he pressed his palms into prayer and knelt at her, shuffling towards her comedically as she rolled her eyes

"First-!" she shoved a pointed finger into his face "Don't call romance 'junk', it's annoying."

Amanda sighed a long, heavy sigh, and pinched her temple

"And two, I'm calling in reinforcements."

two hours later Rex is in his room with Mark, Eve, William, Amanda, and Rudy all piled in

Rex isn't sure why William OR Rudy are there, but he figures more the merrier

"ooookay." William starts, leaning onto his propped up knee "You've been seeing this person for how long?"

Rex swallowed his spit nervously "uhm... we've been like talking and going on dates and shit for a few weeks- uhhh..." he starts counting on his fingers before Rudy cuts him off

"Rex and Y/n have been mutually exclusive for two months and three days."

Eve's jaw goes slack "Two months?! Rex what the hell?" her scolding is teasing yet bewildered, a playful hand gesturing from its place around Mark's shoulder "Just kiss them already, why are you being a wuss?"

Rex buries his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the overlapping conversation and criticism as the room erupts into dialogue

"I JUST-" he calls out, quieting the room

"I want to make it memorable. And... special."

His face is on fire

he's blushing so hard it hurts

Okay now they HAVE to help him figure this out

so three hours of brainstorming and meticulous planning-- some light lunch and snacking-- later, Rex has a game plan

Everyone shuffles out of his room as quietly as they can, except for Eve, who tells Mark she'll catch up in just a minute

The door closes them into the same space, alone

"Oh, uh... what's up, Eve?" Rex's shoulders tensed as he took in Eve's serious expression and folded arms

She broke out in a small smile "Do you really like this person, Rex? Like you're not going to cheat and be a dick?"

He nodded a small, but intentional nod. Intimidated as fuck by his ex-girlfriend.

She responded by rushing forward and pulling him into a bone crushing hug

"oOoooo I'm so excited for you" she pulled him closer, as he slowly wrapped his arms around her in return

"Ha- Thanks, Eve. I appreciate it."

Eve pulled back and stared into his eyes intensely "Don't freak out, just be yourself, okay? I'm so happy for you, Rex."

As they separated and Eve made her way out, Rex flopped back onto his bed

He'd just received the blessing of his only true friend, this couldn't possibly go wrong.

A few days later, and you're reading in your room

a slip of paper came under the door

"Hm?" you set your book down and went to retrieve it

It was a crude drawing of the two of you-- yourself and Rex-- in the mountains?

It was hard to tell

he was not a good artist.

Regardless, you opened the door to find another piece of paper

and another

and another

all littered with doodle of the two of you, tracing through the GotG HQ to the "back door" so to speak

"Rex?" You inquired cautiously, fearful it may be a trap

"Hey!"

you flung around and caught Rex's nose in a high kick, before realizing your mistake and covering your mouth in surprise

"Ah!! Rex!! fuck- I'm so sorry!"

Rex hit the snowy floor like a crumbled piece of paper, holding his bruised nose and trying to shake it off

"iiiii'm good! I'm fine! Wuh-uhh... fuuuuck." He steadied himself by leaning onto you a little, wrapping an arm around you

You assessed the situation, thankfully not having broken his nose

"Oh Rex, I'm so sorry... and after all your hard work with those drawings.... is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can kiss it better."

The silence was thick with romantic tension, and you stared at him wide eyed while he stared back in abject horror-- at himself, not you

"No-NO! FUck- this wasn't- Ugh! Stupid- Stupid0" he groaned, sitting in the snow and leaning against the GHQ

You looked down at him, confused

He just held his bruised face in his hands "That's not how it was supposed to go."

Carefully, you sat next to him in the thick, powdery snow.

"How what was supposed to go?" you placed a loving hand on his upper arm

Rex leaned into your touch, eventually leaning his head onto your shoulder "I wanted to say all this shit about how much you mean to me- and how much of a better person I want to be for you, and all this stuff..." he pulled out snow-soggied crumpled notecards, passing the ball of paper to you as you deciphered key phrases and bullet points

He sighed again, nuzzling into your shoulder "Iwanted our firstkiss tobe special, yknow?" he looked up at you with the saddest eyes, obviously welling with tears "You deserve that much."

Now it was your turn to blush so hard it hurt

or maybe it was the cold.

"R-Rex- I don't... I mean..."

the longer you trailed off the louder the thumping in Rex's chest got

eventually, though, you spit it out

With a warm affect "Rex, you're so perfect."

and you leaned down, kissing his lips gently

He reacted swiftly, bringing his hand to your cheek, warmth bringing solace and comfort to the bitter cold threatening to permeate your layers the longer the two of you sat in the snow.

The kiss lasted what felt like forever

but in reality it was maybe three minutes

You noticed Rex opening and closing his eyes, to check if you were still there

When you finally had to part lips, Rex sifted himself up to be level with you, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull your head to his chest

"I really like you, Y/n. And I want to be a good guy for you."

"You are a good guy, you're the best guy I could ask for."

"No. I'm not. But don't worry, babe." his humorous tone crept back into the serious situation, easing the tension a little

"I'm going to be."

[liquideyes]

ミ★ how many things ★彡

summary: rex and you were childhood best friends, as you instantly took a liking to him. and the two of you began dating not too long into your teenage years. however as good as things were you two ultimately had a falling out, and eventually broke up. you never wanted to see or speak to him again. until you received an urgent late-night call from mark grayson. pairing: rex splode x telekinetic! f reader word count: 2k warnings: none, just a little bit of angst ao3 link playlist

You and Rex had been broken up for several months. And ever since then your life had seemed a little more empty. The night would feel darker, and your bed felt like it was missing something. Every so often you would catch yourself reaching for a presence that wasn’t ever there in your tired haze. 

You couldn’t truly escape him either. He was always there, lingering. Never giving you any time to move on. Not that you wanted to. He was the love of your life. Emphasize on was. Because he wasn’t yours anymore. He had made sure of that when he cheated on you.

Sometimes you regret being so harsh on him. You had known each other for years, and you knew he didn’t ever have a solid foundation for what a relationship should look like. But he still should’ve known better. Instead of assuming that just because of one fight you would want to break up with him. Because you didn’t. But he gave you no other choice after he stooped so low.

He had apologized profusely, but you couldn’t even tell if he actually meant it. These apologies stopped after a while. And now you both were in this awkward phase, where every time you were near each other you just stood in a solemn silence. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had an actual conversation with him, outside of what was required with you two being on the same team. 

But you still cared about him. That would never change. He meant so much to you for so long that even with you two not on speaking terms you would still risk your life for him. And more specifically you would always show up for him. Which is exactly what you did when you received a late night call from Mark.

“Mark, hey.. I’m kind of on a much needed break right now. So this better be extremely important.” You heard him breathing as you waited for a response. You were slowly pacing around the hallway of your childhood home. And you caught sight of an old picture. Probably from 4 or 5 years ago. It’s of you and Rex from the one of the first times he had come over to my house. Funny how you had never noticed it till now. Your Dad happened to take an immediate liking to him, which was probably why the picture was hanging up. But it was still surprising to see since you had already explained to your Dad what had happened between you and Rex months ago. He seemed even more shocked than you were.

You lifted the frame off the wall, turning it over as Mark finally managed to get his words out, “Rex is in critical condition right now. They don’t know when he’s gonna wake up from his coma.”

At that moment time just stopped and you froze in place. Your whole body went numb, and you involuntarily released the frame from your grip. Not even paying attention as it dropped to the floor and shattered. “What?”

“He got shot in the back of the head while fighting the lizard league. Apparently he got up and was able to kill them all, but after he just collapsed. They’re keeping him in the Pentagon right now.”

You needed to see him. You should’ve been there. This is all your fault. If you hadn’t gone back home for the week. You didn’t even really need the break that badly.

As Mark kept feeding you more and more information, you rushed back into your room to grab a jacket and shoes. You jotted down a quick note to your Dad, telling him you’d be gone for at most a day. Leaving it on the kitchen counter, as you headed back out the back door.

“Give me five minutes. I’ll be there.”

“You don’t have to–”

But you’ve already hung up the phone before you let him finish the sentence. But then, as you lifted yourself off the ground using your powers, the franticness seemed to wear off. And you realized what you were doing. The rational side of your mind kicking in.

What would you do if you got there and he was awake? What would you say? Why were you blaming yourself for something that had nothing to do with you? Why did you feel guilty? Why did you miss him now after all this time? All the time you’d given yourself to grieve and miss your relationship? After everything he did that broke your heart.

You tried not to think too hard about it. What was really drawing you back after months of radio silence. 

Mark was there to greet you when you made it into the Pentagon’s medical wing. It had not been too long since you had last seen each other. But he drew you into a hug that made it seem like it had been years. He was worried for you. And for Rex. He knew how hurt you were, but he also knew you still cared about Rex. Enough to drop everything and fly away in the middle of the night to go and see him.

“How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better, but I’ll be okay. Where are they keeping him.”

He looked at you, silently asking with his eyes, are you ready for this? Seeing Rex for the first time in months. And half-dead at that.

You nodded in response. You had to see him. 

The two of you walked towards Rex’s room in silence. Mark could feel your inner turmoil and was trying his best to be there for you while also giving you the space you needed. The two of you hadn’t known each other for that long, but you had both already become an integral part of the other’s lives. He saw you as a younger sister, even though you were a year older than him. But nonetheless, he wanted to do whatever he could to look out for you.

When you two finally approached the room assigned to Rex, you froze for a moment. Placing your hand against the door. You kept repeating to yourself over and over again that you had to see him. But now you were finally there, and you didn’t know if you were ready. Because you never realized how much you missed until he was almost gone.

Mark placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Are you good to go in there yourself?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna be fine, Mark. It’s ok if you want to go now, thank you. For everything”

He nodded slowly, giving you one last sympathetic as he turned away. You didn’t actually expect to leave so quickly. But sometimes you surprised yourself with how good your acting skills were. Because you were not going to be ‘fine’. Because this was a big step you didn’t think you would have to take so soon. But what could you do, Rex almost died. No one plans for that. No one wants to have to plan for that.

With Mark now gone out of eyesight you lightly  pressed your forehead against the door. Taking a few deep breaths, trying to summon the courage to walk in there. You had to do this. You had to know if he was okay. 

So with what little confidence you had mustered up, you slowly pushed open the door. Trying to make as little noise as possible. Your head was pointed down, closing your eyes would’ve been too much. You stepped inside, shutting the door behind you. This time with a bit too much force. 

When you brought your head back up there he was sitting up and awake. Staring sadly at the wall, with a glassy look in his eyes. He turned towards you when he heard the door close. The look on his face was indescribable. 

“Rex..”

“Babe…” he stopped himself. Releasing immediately what he had just said, “Sorry– I’m just surprised, to be seeing you. I’m not really thinking straight right now. They told me I have some serious brain damage. And they were shocked I had already woken up.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m… I completely understand. Are you okay?” Your words felt foreign and clumsy. And you didn’t sound like yourself. It felt like you were watching the interaction through someone else’s eyes.

“Yeah, I will be.”

This wasn’t the two of you. This was two strangers who were only talking because of a mutual connection. With nothing in common and nothing to say to each other.

But you didn’t want that. No matter what you kept telling yourself you wanted him back. You wanted to know and love him again. You just weren’t sure if that was possible anymore.

“Are you really that surprised to see me?”

That felt like you were crossing a line. Not in the form of boundaries, but in the form of an obstacle. This was acknowledging the elephant in the room. This was you acknowledging why you didn’t speak anymore. 

“After everything I did, yeah. I thought you wanted me dead,” he said with a laugh, but looking into his tone there was a hint of seriousness.

“I would never want you dead. I already miss you enough.” It was then that you took in his appearance. His hand was gone, and it was obvious where he had been shot in the head. You mostly noticed how tired he looked. How deflated, and drained he was.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“Then why are you only bringing this up now. I’ve apologized more than a million times now.”

“Because I thought you were gonna die. And I don’t think I could live with myself if I never got to see you again before that.” That sentence alone both said everything and didn’t say anything.

A silence fell between the two of you. And then out of nowhere, something inside of you compelled you to sit down in the chair next to his bed. That same funny feeling also telling you to reach out and grab his hand. The one that had obviously not been bitten off.

His breath hitched for a moment as he just stared at you. You weren’t even looking at him and yet you could feel it.

“I’ve missed you too. And I’ve missed your dad.” 

That got a smile out of you. He didn’t say it but he missed seeing that smile in the morning right after he woke up. 

“He misses you too.”

“Do you think– things are ever gonna go back to the way they were?”

You didn’t respond right away, which scared him. So he quickly tried his best to back peddle. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“Sometimes, once in a blue moon, I’ll catch myself pretending things between us are normal.” You were still looking anywhere but his face. However as you said it you gave his hand a squeeze. It was brief and fleeting. But very much felt.

At that moment his voice lowered to barely a whisper, “This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid.”

“I know.”

After saying that you finally locked eyes with him again. The two of you communicating through your shared eye contact. In that moment you swore you were about to start crying. And a singular teardrop did fall from your eye. There were a thousand words that you were finally letting escape. Traveling between the distances that seemed incredibly far away. It was made clear through the silence that you both hated not being on speaking terms. And you both missed the way things used to be before the breakup.

You spoke up again, putting an end to the unrest, “It’s going to take time for things to go back to the way they were. But I’m willing to try.” It wasn’t an acceptance, but it was an olive branch. That you were finally ready to give to him.

author's note: was this lowkey a soft launch to a full-fledged rex splode series i want to eventually write. yes. so please like, comment, reblog, etc. if you enjoyed. i really love the dynamic i wrote in this and would love to further explore it. if that something anyone's interested in :)

[foursthemagicknumber]

Rex Splode is literally the character ever.

He became codependent on a girl less than a week after they met, he cheated on her, he gets shipped with half the people he’s interacted with, he hates the internet, he survived getting shot in the head and still won that fight, he almost got scurvy once, he blows shit up, he’s a walking heater, he doesn’t know the difference between cucumbers and zucchinis, he’s pulled almost every woman he’s ever met, he’s probably intersex, he’s only ever lost two fights, and he killed his kinda dad by accident but also in self defense.

Oh and let’s not forget that he blew up his own fucking skeleton.

[thatslayer]

FAITH’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

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Mun name: Faye, let’s pretend. OOC Contact: IM me to start chatting, Discord to plot once we’re talking.

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

The last traditionally called Vampire Slayer, oldest in the active line. A sexy, violent headcase with abandonment and daddy issues as well as an unhealthy sugar addiction. Probable oral fixation. Has the ability to see grey areas. She’s sassy, sarcastic, strong as fuck and a bit dim-witted. Her sex drive could beat up your dad. Faith Lehane is a force of nature with only about enough brain power to light up a Christmas bulb. Confused by microwaves. Looks good in a mini skirt. Good with kids, not so good with adults.

Points of interest:

Learns from her mistakes before making new and exciting mistakes. Loyal as heck once her trust is earned. Ridiculously inappropriate. Girl!Damon. Can kick over your head and parkour around a cemetery like a son of a bitch. Is a ‘Slayer punning’ novice but a sarcasm ninja. Zero-gravity boobies. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

Stabbing guys with a wooden stick until they ‘splode.

Where to find them:

Main verse sees Faith living a Hunter’s life, moving from town to town to put her Slayer abilities to use in saving people and hunting things.

Current plans:

To make it through today, then to make it through tomorrow.

Desired interactions:

I’d love to see Faith run into other Hunters, Slayers and supernatural creatures in her pseudo-Hunter’s life. I’ve got room in my main verse for canons and OCs from Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries and other similar fandoms - BtVS too, obviously!

Offered interactions:

Come find me, we’ll talk. Please see ‘anything else’.

Current open post/s:

I almost never post these, sorry!

Anything else? My rules are very, very important. There’s always room in my main verse for new interactions but I’m not looking for:

Doubles - If I already write with one version of a character, I won’t add a second to the same verse. 

AU or fanon takes on canon characters.

AUs or fanon, in general.

Canon and canon-divergent = my jam! So canon takes on canon characters, at least in interactions with me because I am particular as hell, lol.

Tagging: You lovely peeps. Note: Do not reblog, repost!.

[midnightshindig]

rex or cecil (or both, separately) discovering that the reader is a viltrumite who actually wants to conquer earth and never actually cared about them 🙏 the angstier the better :)

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

(someone on here just declared me the savior of Cecil fans and I’m riding that high so fair warning)

(also I might try and make these prettier like w/ images and stuff once I start using my laptop and not my phone for these…. Would you guys like that?)

anyways, fic below the cut!

Rex Splode

It’s the end of season one, and your uncle and supervisor, Nola Grayson aka Omniman, has just smashed your cousins face into a mountain.

You’re only a few feet away, having declared your allegiance to the Viltrumite Empire when Mark wouldn’t see the way of things

back at Guardian Hq, Rex is like crashing out hard

Like. Black Samson is hugging him to keep him from breaking shit.

that bad.

back with mark and Uncle Nolan

”What about you Y/n?! What about Rex? Did you ever even love him?!!!” Mark screams accusatorially, his body beaten into the contours of the hard rock crater, and it takes all his strength to spit out his question

You pause for a minute, finger curled and rested below your lower lip as you processed and considered.

”I mean, of course I like him. But Mark-“ your tone is soft and gentle, like a schoolteacher “but he’s careless and stupid, he’ll die before he ever does anything of consequence.” You smiled wantonly, closing your eyes ^^

Rex can’t believe what he’s hearing, you’d been dating since you were fourteen- you’d became Teen Team members together and joined the Guardians at the same time.

You were the one who convinced him to get his GED

You were the one who patched him up by hand when he’d get into fights as a teen

He lost his virginity to you- and stayed faithful the entire five year relationship- do you KNOW how difficult that is for canon serial-cheater Rex?!!

He looked at the screen and tried to figure it out

You must be being controlled or blackmailed or something.

but Black Samson decides enough is enough and cuts the power, convincing Rex to focus on the mission at hand: helping those trapped in the wreckage of Omniman and Invincibles fight.

So off he goes, exploding rubble and pulling people out of the wreckage

And suddenly there you are

You don’t know he knows

He finds You when you pull a giant boulder off a group of preteens stuck in a broken mall

”Hey babe! I’m glad you guys started without me- sorry I’m late, I had to help Mark.”

He’s sick to his stomach just looking at you

You float down after safely depositing the boulder.

”Haiiiii :3” you lean over and give him a quick kiss, prying your hands into his

He remembers just this morning promising to pick you up and twirl you the next time he saw you, but that was when you were rushing off to support Mark

Now he’s just some dumb pet you’ve been keeping on the side.

why?

His body is frozen stiff and there’s not much chance of him moving anytime soon

you tilt your head and furrow your brow

hes acting weird

”What’s wro-“

”Fuck you!”

the gaggle of preteens from a minute ago are eating this shit up

“Rex- what? What are you-“

the look in his eyes confirms your worst nightmare. he knows.

the way the light and warmth fade from your eyes confirms Rex’s worst nightmare. You know he knows.

fuck.

well here it goes

”Fuck you- I’m not some fucking pet, I’m not your little puppet man I don’t do a fucking puppet dance!” His palms are glowing red by his side, clenched into tight fists.

“how dare you! Howwwww fu-cking DARE YOU!” He’s just yelling, and Monster Girl comes over to remove him, not wanting him to get his fucking head taken off by the newly evil Viltrumite person she thought was her teammate

“Ahahhahahahaaaaa don’t mind him, he had a dream about you cheating! Haha!!!” She’s covering his mouth with him tucked under her arm, fucking hightailing it as fast as she can

But not fast enough. The jig is up, you can feel it. Might as well tie up loose ends.

Theres nobody around to witness you punch Monster Girls heart through her chest, clenching her first and popping it like a water balloon all over you and Rex.

Youre standing over him now, he’s on the ground looking up at you

”Did it mean anything? Did I even matter to you?!” He demands, shaking his head viciously

”Oh… oh Rex…” your schoolteacher voice is back as you crouch down, pushing a piece of his hair behind his ear

“Of course it did, I loved you.” You paused a beat “But it was more like how you love a pet.” You cooed, continuing to push his hair around, like you were petting him

he smacked your hand away, and you caught it by the wrist, snapping it

“But I think this little blip has run its course.”

he watched helplessly as you stepped on his chest with one foot, bringing yourself to your feet and hovering the other over his face

“Im breaking up with you”

crunch.

his brains spilled over the pavement, mixing with the blood from Amanda’s heart.

you grimaced at the sight of your first love splayed out on the city sidewalk in front of you, mushy under your boot.

Youd miss him, you thought to yourself. But you could always find another one.

Cecil Stedman (much smaller bc I’m weak)

After the events of season one and Shapesmith , Cecil can’t help but need verification on the identity on every Guardian of the Globe.

which means blood tests for everyone

you secretly swap yours with human blood

but Cecil takes your blood while you sleep, nice try.

It’s not that he suspects you, but because he need to be sure

he doesn’t have a job where he can just fuck around.

and the test results come back Viltrumite, like Mark and Nolan’s blood yours is uniquely shaped

hes surprised he didn’t notice it before when doing standard labs on you.

and now he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The next few months are him pretending not to know while desperately trying to find a way to shut you down…. All while praying you’re here for good reasons.

Mark is the only one who’s been told about you, but god… he’s just a teenager, and he wants information you ought to have.

and he learns some stuff.

”Mark, ask them about their origin, get them to admit why they came to earth!”

Mark inquires as to what led you to earth, and you take a moment to be vulnerable.

”Yknow, I know you don’t agree with your dad, but I’m also a Viltrumite sent to colonize earth- although I’m just here as backup for when Nolan gets back.” You shrugged, a sanguine smile like always

”what about the guardians? What about Cecil?”

you raised an eyebrow “oh come on, Nick. Cecil’s ancient and I’m going to live for thousands of years. He’ll be dead before I begin to wrinkle. I was only with him to give Nolan an eye on the inside.”

Cecil is slackjawed at this, and scrambling to find some sort of way to- kill you?

could Cecil even do that?

heartless gilf he is, he loves you

he loved you

and he thought you loved him

He married you for christs sake- he swore to god and the government and every superhero on earth that he’d protect you and stay by your side until he died.

but this…. Fuck….

were you even the person he married?

Donald had to take over while Cecil spiraled, coordinating every bomb to stay trained on your location, and instructing Mark to get you somewhere remote.

“maaaark, why are we in the dessert?”

Mark didn’t have a good answer

”Oh, yknow. It’s scenic.”

you raised an eyebrow

weird but wtv, mark was a weird dude you guessed

Then Mark gets all panicky

”oh uh I forgot my camera! I’ll be right back stay here!”

and he’s gone

and the fucking BOMBS START DEPLOYING WHAT THE FUCK-

You call Cecil over your earpiece, trying to get a grip on what’s even happening

When he picks up his voice is stoic and cold

”I know what you are, surrender or die.”

oh shit.

ohhhhhh shit

Mark you little weasel.

You fly straight for HQ, crashing into the building in front of Cecil

It’s a classic showdown, you looking down at him and him looking up at you

in better circumstances you would’ve kissed him

instead he narrows his eyes and furrows his brow further, taking a step forward, your noses pressed together

”You heard me. Surrender or die.”

you cocked your head “And what if I kill you and everyone here?”

He falters, a glimpse of fear and sadness in his eyes

“Then you better do it before my men have you dead on the ground.”

you stare right back at him, waiting to see who breaks.

His scarred mouth twitches, a muscle memory from when he would’ve kissed you for being this close

not anymore.

You knit your brows together, pain coloring your expression

“I… I can’t do it.”

before Cecil can respond, much like Nolan, you fly off into space, leaving Cecil a wreck

He flings his wedding band at the big monitor, cracking it with the force of the unbeatable metal

unbreakable like your vows

like hell.

Donald watches as he grits his teeth and gets to work minimizing damages

Never again.