#invincible rex splode

[breakingb4tz]

my eyes feel like theyre gonna bleed . dried up and bulging out my skull

my mouth is dry , my face is numb . fucked up and spun out in my room

on my own here we go

[midnightshindig]

i hope that’s not too distressing of a scenario but i wanna know how would mark, cecil, donald, rex and allen react to accidentally making you cry during an argument! god knows they’re capable of doing that lmao

Allen, Cecil, Donald, Mark, and Rex x Reader: Making you Cry

ngl if a man ever made me cry during an argument i'd hit him with my car

hcs under the cut!

Allen

like legit the most gentle dude alive

He fucks up sometimes because he treats you like an equal, and forgets that not everyone can take a verbal lashing like he can

You probably get into an argument about his job, telling him that you don't like him almost dying all the time

"What? You think I should let thousands of people die for YOUR comfort?! You don't get how much bigger this is! This is more important than you!"

it sends you over the edge, tears spilling down your puffy cheeks

It hurts to have something true said so hurtfully

he immediately caves, apologizing profusely and putting an arm around your shoulder

"Heyyy.... heyyyyy shh shh shhhhhh, I'm sorry- I'm so sorry baby I shouldn't have said that-"

he hates seeing a pretty person cry <3

Cecil

lowkey a menace ngl

He doesn't like making you upset but he's RIGHT and he's not willing to lie for the sake of your feelings

Like Allen, you probably fight about his job

"Y/n, let me make it crystal clear, if it comes down between my job and my relationships, you're welcome to leave."

"So what? I'm not allowed to have problems without you disregarding them?! That's not a relationship, Cecil. I'm not convenient for you."

He groaned, leaning into his hands "God don't I know. Trust me, Y/n, you're the furthest thing FROM convenient with these tantrums."

his words stung, coming from the man who was usually so kind. Who was so good at balancing the demands of his life and the demands of his love

you bit back tears, welling up in your tear ducts but holding their place due to your unwillingness to conciet

buuuuuut he noticed nontheless, and softened momentarily

"Y/n..... I'm.... I shouldn't have said that." he reached out for your hand, but you snatched it back and turned on your heel

"Fuck off, Cecil. Go do your important work." and with that you left the room, storming off somewhere else to cool down

Donald

Type of dude who doesn't get heated often

He's literally js a chill guy

Probably pulls a Devil Wears Prada and yells at you out of stress

"Y/n- Fuck- do you have those papers copied? Cecil needs them now-"

"Oh, sorry honey I thought I told you, our printer is out of ink." You replied casually, leaning against the dining room table

This sent Donald into a stressed panic as he raced around the room

"You didn't think to TELL ME?!!" He cried out, more aggressive than he intended

You'd never heard him yell before

CERTAINLY not at you

and the waterworks began

You sniffled and wiped at the tears with the backs of your hands

But Donald was too busy to notice, let alone console you

Nontheless, once he resolved with Cecil, the first thing he did was call you from work

"Y/n, I am SO sorry for yelling at you this morning. It was out of line and I apologize."

he topped it off by making dinner for you from scratch as an apology

Mark

He's so nice but he's SOOOOO stupid

you're probably arguing about something hypothetical, like a comic book morality issue

and he takes it too far

"Aghhh Mark, it's totally fucked up for Superman to have that much unchecked power! What happens if he turns evil or something?"

"Y/n, the point of superman is that he's a good guy!! He fights the bad guys!"

"Okayyyy but we see sometimes his idea of whats right differs from the government, who gets to make that decision? The government? How do you govern the ungovernable when the ungovernable is the one who governs you? How do you checks and balances a god?"

"Oh my god- If you're good, you're good. You don't need checks and balances if you're a good person!!"

"But what if someone with that kind of power WASN'T good?!" your argument increasing in heat, you jokingly feeding into his very real anger "You NEED kryptonite to ensure Superman doesn't go off the deep end!"

Marks eye twitched "And who is someone like YOU to decide what a SUPERHERO should and shouldn't be able to do?!? HUH?!"

"Mark you're taking this too seriously-"

"GAh- NO! I'm serious, Y/n!. What business do regular people have telling me how to use my abilities? The government?! What a joke!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Mark, I love you, but you're starting to sound like your dad"

Marks eyes widened as he shot up from the bed, breathing heavy with anxiety at the accusation "SH- SHUT UP!!!"

The room shook a little, the bed shook harder, causing you to briefly lose your seating and rustling you a little more than you would've liked

You stared at him, wide eyed, afraid, and furious

tears silently streaming down your face

You quielty stood up and dusted yourself off, walking over to Mark, who had begun panicking when he realized what had happened

"You need to get it the fuck together. That was pathetic. I will not date the equivalent of a frat bro who punches walls when his girlfriend won't fuck him."

He reached out to wipe the tears from your cheeks, his eyes widening when you flinched

"Oh- Oh fuck- Y/n, I am so sorry that was so horrible oh shit oh shit- are you okay? babe I'm so sorry" he wrapped you up in a hug, levitating off the floor slightly as he did, pulling you to your tiptoes

Rex

honestly he's such a dick i'm not surprised

You probably catch him ogling your waitress or smth and tell him off

It escalates from there:

"You were totally eye fucking her, Rex! What the hell?" You hissed, trying not to cause a scene in this Olive Garden

He scoffed, eating an olive off YOUR martini skewer "Babe please, I'm appreciating her boobie-I mean beauty!" He grinned, hoping his hilarious mistake would make up for his bullshit

You grimaced in response, rolling your eyes "Rex you're being a jackass. If this is how you are no wonder Eve left your ass."

He responded by spitting back "At least Eve was hot."

It hit him how stupid he was the second it left his mouth, and regret filled his expression as you slowly started crying

It was a restrained sob, only louder as you attempted to choke it back

Only made worse by the realization people were staring at your ugly, puffy, crying face

and Rex had caused it

he reached across the table for your hand "Hey- I didn't mean that. You're SO hot, you're like- gorgeous. Way prettier than the waitress."

He didn't get it.

You stood up and grabbed your bag, walking to the restroom as Rex followed suite

"Rex, go away."

"No! I apologized, why are you still crying? hey-" He tried to calm you down, following after you and cooing at you

"GAh-" you spit out, turning to face him "You think I need you to remind me your ex is a hot superheroine I can't compete with? And that you fumbled HER. If she wasn't enough for you how could I POSSIBLY be?!"

Rex softened, pulling you into the family restroom for some privacy

"I've grown up a lot since that, and even though I fuck up-" he took both your hands, looking at you through his eyelashes "I would NEVER cheat on you. Nobody deserves that. Especially not my gorgeous, amazing, patient, skilled, precious, unfathomably hot and hilarious, and perfect partner. You're all I want. My eyes wander but my heart-"

he put your hands on his heart

"My hearts all yours, babes."

[grooviestsadpapaya]

You know me! I'm practically [title card]!

[the-forgotten-one1]

Yeah Cecil, it's his favorite finger 😒

Holy crap Tumblr butchered the quality

[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter nine

Synopsis: Your first outing with the full Guardian forces proves to be a bit more straining than you thought it would be.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter: 9/?

Masterlist of all Chapters

TW: Descriptions of Gore

Note: I'm settled in back home so chapters should be coming out regularly again. Enjoy! Almost caught up with chapter one

The soft hum of bright fluorescent lights fills your ears. Familiar. Almost sickening. You keep your eyes closed for a little while longer, knowing you will see an ever-familiar surrounding once you open your eyes. At least with your eyes closed you can pretend you’re somewhere else, somewhere with windchimes. Soft lush grass squeaking beneath your feet. A house, deep in the countryside, quiet, peaceful. Someone lives there with you, you don’t know who, but you aren’t alone.

You aren’t alone.

You open your eyes to see the lights gently flicking above you. The hospital room was empty, not an unfamiliar sight but it was still disappointing. It’s cold. Cold, quiet, and lonely.

As you sit up you shift your feet off the edge of the bed, your toes dangling centimeters above the linoleum flooring. You were wearing a hospital gown, this was different. Usually, you were in your street clothes still, blood having been caked to the upper half of your shirt. How did you get here? There was a job. Cecil called you in, hours of waiting. A museum. It all came back in pieces.

You did it, you had been successful, and both people had been neutralized.

You had been shot. The ringing sound still ghosts in your ears. You ran your hand absentmindedly over your side, remembering the splitting pain all too well. A security guard with an itchy trigger finger. Figures. You remembered sitting down, Donald warning you that you were going to have an episode, and now you were waking up. It must have been too much.

Familiar static sounded off in the corner of the room. You rose to your feet, feeling oddly unsteady, usually when you woke up you were completely healed. Maybe you were just tired.

“You’re up.” Cecil’s voice finally sounded out.

“You’re stating the obvious.” You said with an accidental snark. You weren’t sure why, but you were in a horrible mood.

“Upset about something?”

You turned to look at Cecil, monitoring his expression. Something felt off. “Did you get the guys?”

“Yes.” Cecil nodded.

“Then why do I get the feeling I failed?” You crossed your arms, still not stepping any closer to him. Part of you was finding it hard not to concentrate on how exposed you felt standing in only socks and a hospital gown.

“You didn’t fail, we got them, none of the property they were trying to make off with was damaged. You were a success.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Can’t I check on you without having ulterior motivations?” He tilted his head, smoothing out the front of his suit.

“I don’t think so, no.”

Cecil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “All of you, always so suspicious.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Your suit was damaged; R&D is working on repairing it. You’ll be able to pick it up later before your next mission.”

“Next mission?” You were caught off guard by this, you were sure Cecil was going to put you back in that room. Just you and the ReAnimen back and forth for another few months just the two of you. Quality bonding between you and a corpse.

“Next time the Guardians go out you’re going with them.”

Your arms fall uncrossed at this, and you take a step forward. The antagonistic tone of your voice drops. “Wait really? Is that a good idea?”

“You just had one of the quickest takedowns I have seen for a first job ever. I think you’ll be fine. If you hadn’t been shot that would have been a complete and utter success without question. You’re ready.”

“But I did get shot-”

“By a bystander, not who you were after. No one would have seen that coming.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “What happened to the security guard?”

Cecil’s jaw tensed slightly, and he did not immediately answer. You started to feel a bit of dread, but you weren’t quite sure why. Was he arrested? Did you want him to be arrested? You weren’t sure how you felt but Cecil’s hesitance was making you nervous. You were angry, he shot you, sure. But you were fine now, he shouldn’t go to prison or jail for that. He was scared. Not that you should just shoot someone if you’re scared. You weren’t sure what you felt. “He didn’t make it.” He said almost carefully, a layer of silent anticipations laced his words that you did not miss.

“What?” You gave an incredulous laugh and then realized Cecil was being serious. “Wait what? He wasn’t even involved, He didn’t even show up until after the two I was after were already down. I had the situation under control what do you mean he didn’t make it?”

“Once you passed out the woman woke up, reinforcements took a little too long to get there. She shot him.” Cecil’s previous cation was overtaken by a casual air. Like this was another Tuesday.

“What?” You repeated halfheartedly, feeling like the air was being sucked out of your lungs. Your first mission and you already had a casualty.

One person was already dead, and it was your fault. Your failure to act.

“Why didn’t you send your agents to the scene? Teleport them in?” Your voice cracked slightly against your will, A man was dead, you could have stopped it. Cecil could have stopped it.

“I was…preoccupied. I was not able to assess the situation properly.”

The memory flashed in your mind. Donald’s voice echoing over the intercoms, your confusion at it not being Cecil, all of it. “Why didn’t Donald send anyone in? What were you doing? She should not have woken up for hours, I know exactly which parts of the cerebral hemisphere that I flooded. It doesn’t make sense-” You were speaking fast, almost jumbled, you’re running your hands through your hair.

“It was a lapse in joint judgments, but unfortunately this kind of thing happens in these situations. You cannot save everyone.” He makes his way towards you, looking you directly in the eye. “It is not your fault. Don’t let it get in the way of what is important.” He checked you over quickly with a brief glance. “You seem to be doing okay physically, I want some more tests to be run on you before you leave the hospital. I want to be sure all your vitals are where they are supposed to be.”

You just nodded dumbly, hardly hearing him. More tests. You hadn’t had tests done since you first joined, maybe Cecil was worried because you passed out on the field rather than with the ReAnimen. A man was dead. With everything you remembered of the night before you were feeling worse and worse. A man was dead. You snapped at Donald; you shouldn’t have done that. He had been nothing but kind to you in the months you knew him. A man is dead, and you failed to save him.

“Hey.” Cecil’s voice broke through your spiraling thoughts. “You did good kid.”

You nodded and tried to give him a smile of some sort. You couldn’t see how any of this outcome was good. If the thieves had succeeded, they would probably have left without injuring the guard. Some priceless artwork would be gone but he would be alive. Probably without a job, but alive.  This was not a success. It was a horrible failure,

Some nurses entered the room pushing a few monitors in front of them. Cecil looked at them for a moment before returning his gaze back to you. “You did good.” He repeated, looking you in the eyes. And then in a split moment, he crackled away, the buzz of light hurting your eyes.

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Clots of dirt dusted over you and the other Guardians around you, this was proving excessively difficult. Cecil had even called in other supers that you had never heard of. Your ass was being handed to you, luckily not just you personally. The headpiece of Rex’s suit was ripped, slivers of his dark ginger hair peeking through. You still had not spoken to him since your trip to his room several weeks ago. But now was not the time to think about that.

You heard a crunch as you took a step and looked down to see Rae’s glasses. Your gaze trailed up a few feet ahead of you to land on one of the Duplikates. It was a sight you never thought you would get used to. Her face was smashed in, you were pretty sure you could make out teeth jammed up into where her cheekbone used to be. What was visible of her eyes were glazed over and staring up at you. Blood was still pooling out around you, crimson rivers trailing down in the cracks of the dry earth.

A reoccurring nightmare hurtled through your subconscious at the sight of the mangled body in front of you. A man, wearing a dark uniform, his horrified eyes staring up at you. His mouth was hanging open, you could hear strangled choking sounds. Unshed tears were visible at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over. Blood like a scarlet fountain begins to rush out of his mouth, it’s too much, you’re doing too much. He’s going to die. His eyes are bloodshot, and you can feel the blood depleting from his legs, you’re going to leave him a mummified corpse you have to stop, you have to-

You shake your head at the unpleasant resurfacing dream. You had been having it ever since your first mission. You couldn’t help but feel responsible for his death even though you weren’t even conscious when he was killed. Even still, Cecil had continued to put you on missions. You had completed several now, all complete successes with no casualties. And you had even managed to team up with a few members of the Guardians. Bulletproof was surprisingly good company on stakeouts and Rae was more than happy to spend more time with you. Black Samson mostly kept to himself, but you felt like there was mutual respect there. He did not see you as unnecessary or suspicious. To him you were someone on the team, it was refreshing in a way.

Your eyes returned to the giant looming figure before you all. It’s booming cackles ripping through the air as you watched Black Samson and Shapesmith get thrown back. This thing wasn’t human, and you weren’t even sure it had blood. With its skeletal features, bioluminescent mouth, and triangular-shaped pupils you were led to believe maybe not. The most you could do was run from person to person, healing them as the battle went on. Black Samson being the next on your list.

Adrenaline was pumping through your body, you hoped it was helping to keep your effort’s side effects at bay, but you couldn’t be sure. Your feet felt like they hardly were touching the ground, the world passing behind you in a blur. Just a few feet out from the two you were trying to assist you nearly skidded to a stop. Shapesmith had originally been thrown back with Black Samson but the thing you were looking at was not Shapesmith. At least you hadn’t thought it was. “What the fuck?” You breathed out, as you watched the pale oblong shaped head shift into a human face. The one you knew and recognized. The look on Black Samson’s face told you that he was just as surprised. You snapped out of it at the sound of the shrill laughter again, hopping forward a few steps to place your fingertips at Black Samson’s pulse point. He did not seem pleased but didn’t immediately shove you away. You could see the quick-acting relief as your powers worked swiftly. One of his eyes had been bloodied during the fight and you watched it clear up of your own will. No matter how much healing you did you always loved seeing that.

Black Samson was quickly off, running to regroup with a few of the others to rebuttal. You circled back to Shapesmith who was trying to stand. Hopefully, he doesn’t have a concussion, you were trying your best to conserve your powers, now was not the time to have an episode. You raised your hand to his pulse point and hesitated. You didn’t feel…anything. He didn’t have blood, or at least not human blood. You opened your mouth to say something, anything. It did not seem like the most appropriate time to question him on his origins, but regardless you were unable to heal him. You quickly analyzed his body and realized that he did not seem to have any external wounds.

“Sorry!” He said quickly, standing up and darting off to join the others, leaving you in a genuflecting position near the crater where he had been.

“Over here!” An unfamiliar voice shouted out, one of the other Cecil hires. You took a moment to gather where the voice was coming from and then blindly dashed towards it.

The skeletal behemoth was taking people out faster than you could revive them. Revival took much less effort than your manipulative powers took but it was still draining you, your head was throbbing, and you were beginning to get the prickling feeling at your brain stem.

One more, just one more. Repeated over and over in your head. You couldn’t think of anything else, you just needed to make sure everyone survived this. No casualties. There could be no casualties.

You squinted your eyes as you scanned the open area around you, dust lay heavily in the air. It looked like everyone at this moment was doing okay. In fact, it seemed like you were finally winning. Several explosions ignited around the giant’s head, something you recognized immediately as Rex’s doing. Omnipotus rammed his fists into the ground, sending several people back a few feet once again. Even from a little way out you could feel the trembling of the ground beneath you. Before anyone could recoup and before you could make it more than a few feet forward the creature had repeated his earlier gesture, this time sending large masses of dirt clods into the air.

You should move. It was a small voice in the recesses of your mind. But you could hardly hear it over the huge commotion and the sound of the piercing hemorrhaging in your brain. Your feet felt like they were stuck to the ground, it was all happening extremely fast but in slow motion. A large mass of earth was headed straight towards you. If you could conjure a thought maybe you would feel fear.

A small metal disk illuminated, as if charged, flew at the mound that was headed right for you. A hand pushed you roughly as the disk made contact. This finally knocked you out of it and your body seemed to catch up as you began to lurch forward to move out of the way. Several shards of rock sliced through the air, grazing your cheek and shoulder, ripping through the fabric of your costume.

You were shaking, adrenaline was pumping like never before and your body was fighting to quickly heal your minor injuries. The urge to fight was rising, to defend yourself, the feeling you had felt when training with Rex. The need to engage, fight back. Now was not the time to decide to throw yourself directly into the actual fight though. You had to reel it in and fast.

You looked back to see Rex close behind you, several matching rips in his costume and a slice running right above his jawbone. His emerald eyes had a glint in them you had only seen during your training session. As much as he constantly whined and complained, he was proficient. A formidable ally.

“You have to keep moving!” He hissed out, but it didn’t feel angry. Frustrated maybe but not malicious. “Stay further back if you have to!” His hand was gripping your arm. “Joy, do you hear me?”

You must have had a spaced-out look on your face, your mind still trying to catch up. You nodded aggressively and when he furrowed his eyebrows you spoke up saying “Yes, thank you.” He still did not seem sure and hesitated for a moment before turning back to the commotion. His grip had loosened but he had not fully let go. “I’ve got this.” You reaffirmed. He nodded and let go after another moment. “And thank you!” You said it quickly, turning away to run towards another person who needed your help.

If you had kept your eyes on him, you would have seen the small smile that spread across his face and the way he stood a few moments longer to watch you head away.

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“Well, that fucking sucked.” Rex’s voice rang out somewhere behind you.

There were a few grumbles of agreement that sounded out around you, but no one seemed to have enough energy to fully respond. Your back was fully fleshed against the cool ground of the Headquarters common room. As soon as everyone had made it in you each individually had collapsed on the ground or simply sat down. With the exception of Immortal who had stated it was his ‘duty to report back to Cecil’.

Spikes of pain were pulsing through your head, but it was gradually subsiding. The feeling of the cool metal against your head was surprisingly helping. There were different geometrical shapes on the ceiling, you had never noticed. Maybe because most people didn’t look up here. There was soft conversation happening around you but you weren’t listening. After what felt like only a few minutes a face poked over into your range of view, interrupting your visibility of the ceiling.

“Are you listening?” Rex’s eyebrow was raised slightly as he proposed the question.

“Hm?” You hummed softly, your eyes studying his face for a moment. The scratch caused by the shards of rock from when he pushed you out of the way was scabbed over now, but there was still dried blood that had run down his neck. He was not a bad-looking guy; you hadn’t really thought too deeply about it before but from this angle, you could definitely see the appeal a bit.

“We were talking about you.” He says matter-of-factually.

“When aren’t you.” You sighed, turning your head to look across the room.

“She got you there Rex.” Rae laughed, somewhere to the left of you, you lifted up on your elbows slightly to see where she was. In doing this you nearly rammed your forehead into Rex’s at the sudden movement.

“Hey watch it!” Rex exclaimed, sitting back to avoid the collision. He was sitting on his knees behind you. You wondered briefly if he had been there the whole time or if he scooted over to bother you. The idea of him crawling over felt humorous to you.

“Rae, I think I broke your glasses out there.” You said apologetically, your suspicions were confirmed as she squinted at you to make you completely out. “Sorry.”

“Eh, I have another pair, good to know what happened to them I suppose though.” She shrugged, pulling the hood of her suit off, sand littering out over the ground behind her. “Ugh. I’m going to go take a shower, I feel like there’s dirt lining every section of my suit.”

“Don’t drown, I wouldn’t want to have to come save you.” You joked, waving her off before laying back down.

“Well, now I know exactly what I am going to do.” Rae shot back before she disappeared in the elevator.

You returned your gaze to the ceiling, now much more aware of how close Rex was to you. He did not seem to have any intention of going away either. You heard the shuffling of a few more people leaving and finally the silence started to get to you.

“Well, what were you guys saying about me?” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you gave in to the obvious bait.

“Nothing of consequence.” He muttered.

You weren’t about to pressure it out of him, so you didn’t speak again. You heard shuffling and a soft clink to the north of you. As you looked up at the noise you realized Rex was now splayed out on his back too, his sights resting on the same ceiling. You looked back up again feeling a little confused, but you were too focused on willing away the remaining ache in your head to give it too much thought.

“God how do you do this for so long I’m already bored.”

You let out a breath, almost laughing. “Stop being immature, I am trying to enjoy some silence.” There was a brief pause. “Without your voice.”

“You’ve had a few weeks without my voice, wasn’t that enough?”

“Never could be.” You retort, and a general silence falls over you both again. You can hear him drumming his fingers on the tin of the ground. It’s rhythmic, almost soothing. Your eyelids began to involuntarily droop.

Windchimes, a countryside house, lush green grass. Wildflowers scratching your palms as you walk by. Rain pelting a tin roof, laughing after running under the porch to escape the downpour.

“Thank you.” You whispered faintly. “For pushing me out of the way earlier.”

“You probably would have been fine anyways.” He responds. “You know, injuries and all.” He sounds awkward, like it’s taking a lot to not snark in response.

“Just because I can heal it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. So still, thank you.”

There’s a short stretch of silence.

“You’re welcome.”

Author's Note: crumbs for my Rae x Reader fans. I'm so excited were almost up to present day yayyyy

divider credit: @/ saradika

taglist: @kittymeowmrow @sketchlove @jewelwayne101

[n0xturnal]

He’s so hot when he’s been beaten the fuck up

[cheekycheesecake01]

Crossover Post: Characters who I know DAMN well would 100% talk you through it. 18+ female and male character list.

Women:

Beatrice (So Not My Type webtoon)

Definitely says "Good girl/Good boy/Good job, baby"

Super gentle when she tells you what to do and how to do it.

Commands disguised as requests.

"Could you do me a favor and rub my clit for me?" She'd ask with a sweet pout that you just can't say no to.

Maria (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Major tease, but very supportive.

"You can do it, honey. I know you can." She says while she's literally edging you endlessly😭

She makes you pole dance for her while she watches and guides you through each dance.

"Spin around.... then drop, now slowly slink your way up.... beautiful. You look so good, doll."

Olivia (Law and Order: SVU)

Soft spoken, but firm with her commands. But if you act bratty, she'll definitely retaliate. She's only rough when provoked.

"Go on.... suck on my clit for me.... good job, sweetie. Now arch your back.... show me what you're hiding under those clothes..."

I could see her teaching you new positions and the best way to angle yourself.

She will softly command you to pleasure her between hot kisses

Eve (Invincible)

Whether she's the giver or reciever, best believe that she'll talk you through it (unless she's feeling more submissive)

She peppers your neck with soft bites, hickies, and kisses while she touches you. Groping, fondling, stroking, rubbing, regardless of your body, she'll be so thorough with you.... but never rough. That is, unless you ask her nicely.

"I know, baby, I know I'm going slow..... but if I went too fast, it'll end too soon!" She'd say softly with a sympathetic pout that had a teasing undertone.

"It's only 2 more hours.... you can do it.... I know you can. You can do anything." She'd say before kissing you while grinding against your body and massaging your most sensitive spot.

Men:

Graham (Transformers Rescue Bots)

He's super shy and embarassed, but he praises you so much while he talks to you!

"You take me so well, baby... don't.... don't rush it." He'd feel his face get all hot as the red tint of his skin creeps up to his cheeks before saying,"Just sink down... yes, slow and steady. Right.... now speed it up... rock your hips the way I taught you.... so perfect..."

Will literally encourage you like you're his student. Constantly praising every little thing you do to the point where you might get flustered or annoyed.

He likes to kiss you while you ride him.... making sure to guide you by your hips and give you the dorkiest, most lovesick cheesing smile ever.

James (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Pathetic man who's desperate for every ounce of you.

Pants at the thought of you in his bed, let alone on his cock.

So when he talks you through it, it is sheer desperation, like a dog humping your leg.

"Please, baby, please, take me in your mouth. Yeah, just like that, so good, so good, oh god, your mouth feels so good, baby just keep sucking it, keep sucking it. I'll make sure you cum when you're done.... you deserve it, baby, you deserve everything, yes you do, oh fuck...."

Mark (Invincible)

It takes him a while to get into it, but when he does, he treats you as if you'll crack at the slightest touch.

He'll whisper the whole time, so quiet that nobody can hear, but so loud in your head.

Rex (Invincible)

"Shhh.... it's okay, you're okay. It's a tight fit, I know.... just tell me when to stop. Whenever, you say it and it'll all stop. You feel so good around me..... so fucking good, baby."

Very slow and steady with it since he knows Viltrumites tend to be a bit on the bigger side and he doesn't want to hurt you with his girth or strength.

Teasing bastard till the very end, definitely the type to pick on you while encouraging you to cum. Oh, but then that'd be going against his orders... oh well, guess you won't be able to cum for another 4 hours!

Talks you through it while making you watch yourself through a mirror. He likes the way you get embarrassed, it's cute.

"Look at yourself..." He'd say softly into your ear as he pounds into you. "Look at how good you're taking me... I'm so proud of you. So proud of my boy/girl/baby."

"I never said to cum. All I said was to take a look. You look so pretty/handsome/adorable like this. I really mean that, babe."

[spidernuggets]

thought this needed to be shared

[iloveladybuglucy]

traditional art done during my trip to NY except the camera quality is ass💔

[toxicrelief]

Me and my friend were sitting in the car completely sober, and we both started sobbing because we thought about how he would never be able to decorate his own house

Got super drunk last night and cried on my friend for like an hour about how Rex “Sploded”

[tootieducks]

they’re cuties ngl

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤMY CRAZY BOYFRIENDㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Teen Team Guys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : When They Act Crazy But Think It's Normal.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Mark Grayson, Rex Sloan, Rudolph 'Rudy' Conners, Male Eve Wilkins.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— MARK GRAYSON ⋆

You sigh, rubbing your eyes as you slide open your closet door, fully prepared to grab a sweater and move on with your night. Instead, you’re greeted by the sight of Mark, squatting in the corner like some feral raccoon, clutching one of your hoodies to his chest.

He blinks up at you, wide-eyed.

“…Hey.”

You don’t even react. You just shut the door again.

“Wait—babe! Come back! This isn’t what it looks like!” His muffled voice seeps through the wood.

“Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like.” You rub your temples. “Mark, why the fuck are you in my closet?”

There’s a long silence, then a hesitant, “…To be close to you?”

You groan.

“Okay—wait—before you get mad,” he tries, “I technically haven’t left. Like, all day. So, technically, I haven’t been following you, I’ve just… always been here.”

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!”

He bursts out like a guilty child, tripping over your shoes in the process. “I just like your smell, okay?! It’s comforting!”

You’re pretty sure he’s stolen half your wardrobe at this point.

Then you grab your coat and walk out of your room. You can’t deal with this. "I'm sleeping at a friend's house."

"Okay!" he calls after you. "I'll be right here when you get back!"

— REX SLOAN ⋆

You're at a restaurant, minding your business, when the waiter places a drink in front of you.

"Here's your drink, ma'am," the poor guy says.

Rex lunges across the table, knocking everything over in his path. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUD?!"

The entire restaurant turns to stare as Rex grabs the waiter by the collar.

"Sir, I—"

"DO YOU THINK SHE WANTS YOUR DRINK? YOU THINK SHE WANTS YOU?! YOU TRYNA FLIRT?!" Rex’s hands start to glow, dangerous sparks flying. The table catches fire.

The waiter is pale. "Sir, this is my job—"

"OH, SO YOUR JOB IS TO HIT ON MY GIRL?! I’LL BLOW YOUR NUTS OFF!"

"Rex," you hiss, face buried in your hands. "Put him down. Right. Fucking. Now."

Silence.

Then Rex lets go. The waiter collapses onto the floor, trembling.

Rex turns to you, panting, eyes crazed. Then he smirks, sliding into the seat next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "So anyway, babe, I was thinkin’ about gettin’ a tattoo of your name across my chest."

You stare at the burning table. "I'm leaving."

— RUDOLPH CONNERS ⋆

You wake up to the soft, persistent buzzing of your phone. You squint at the screen.

Unknown Number: Good morning. You should drink some water. Your body temperature was slightly high at 3:42 AM.

Your stomach drops.

You: Who is this???

Unknown Number: You left your window unlocked again. I locked it for you. You’re welcome.

You don’t respond. Instead, you launch out of bed, rip open your curtains—

And stare directly at a hovering drone. It stares back.

It waves at you.

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper.

Your phone buzzes again.

Unknown Number: Why did you close your curtains? :(

— EVAN WILKINS ⋆

You freeze as soon as you step into your apartment. Something is�� off.

The walls. They’re a different color. Your furniture? Not where you left it. Your wardrobe? Different.

Oh no. Not again.

“Surprise!” His voice is so cheerful, it makes you want to throw something.

You whirl around. There he is, standing in your newly pink-painted living room, arms wide open like he expects a hug.

You stare at him, horrified. “What did you do?”

“I made everything better!” he beams. “I mean, you have terrible taste. No offense.”

“No offense?!” You gesture around wildly. “You redesigned my entire apartment without asking!”

“Yeah, because I love you,” he says, like that explains everything.

You inhale deeply. Do not commit murder. Do not commit murder.

“Also, I made sure the door won’t open until we talk about your feelings,” he adds helpfully.

You scream into a pillow.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[midnightshindig]

Rex getting his ged and being allowed to graduate with a local highschool bc he’s technically at that age and then everyone leaves to go walk at their old elementary schools and he feels bad because he had no elementary or middle school to do a grad walk through </3

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][friends to more?][tw: forehead mention][rex is a girldad, prove me wrong][fingering][ex!fwb][spooning][lil' bit of a daddy kink][creaming][doggy style][spit][

"You know, that baby looks a lot like you." Mark hums softly, attention shifting between the toddler that stands between Rex's muscular thighs, chubby hands gripping the fabric of his sweatpants and green eyes stare up at him.

Rex's gaze lowers to meet Winnie's, wide eyes that mirror his own staring at the ice-cream cone in his hand, rosy lips wetting themselves with a pink tongue as she shifts on her tiny feet.

He does see the resemblance a bit. In her mannerisms, her appearance. Shit, even the way she instinctively shows Cecil her index finger whenever he walks into the room. Rex knows that's not the finger she wants to show.

"Nahh." Rex dismisses, lowering the treat just enough for Winnie's hand to grip at his wrist, unsteady legs keeping her up as she licks at the cone. "It's cause me and her mom are close. It's like when your cat start to look like you."

"Babies aren't cats, Rex." Mark deadpans, slender fingers tapping on his thigh as he stares at Winnie.

"Do you know who her dad is yet?"

Rex shakes his head, his pudgy thumb wiping away the smears of strawberry ice-cream before looking back towards Mark.

Before shrugging his broad shoulders.

"Doesn't matter. I'm basically her fun uncle." Rex boasts before looking down at Winnie, dimples deep in his honeyed cheeks, green eyes sparkling. "Ain't I, tubby?"

"Dlickwee!" Winnie giggles.

"Don't call me a dickweed, you dyslexic shit."

"Rex, she's a baby!" Mark defends, hands hooking underneath Winnie's chubby arms, tugging her up into the air before ultimately settling her on his thigh, chonky fists immediately moving to tug on the collar of his shirt.

"When are you gonna tell him?" Sam's voice is quiet, turning away from where Rex has Winnie cradled and she stares at you, shovelling spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth.

"I kinda wanna watch him figure it out himself." You speak through a full mouth, before looking back towards Rex.

"He'd make such a good dad if he wasn't....you know..." "Slow?"

Kate interjects, gaze lifting from her book and you purse your lips, reluctantly nodding your head.

"So, are you like, around all the time?" Mark questions, attention divided between where Winnie toys with the chain around his neck, and where Rex is lounged, one muscular leg extended over the armrest of the sofa and the other foot planted on the carpeted floor.

"Mhm." Rex hums. "I basically live there. You know, cause the kid's dad's a fucking deadbeat."

And Mark scratches the back of his neck, almost awkwardly, gaze shifting.

"Yeah, well, you know, he might... Not know he has a kid." Mark mumbles and Rex shifts, green eyes regarding Mark with a scrutinizing gaze. Before looking between him and Winnie.

The way how she's always been so affectionate with Mark, excitedly clapping whenever she sees 'Unca Mar'. And Rex sucks on his teeth, brows furrowing with suspicion.

"Real fuckin weird thing to say. Defending a deadbeat." And Rex shifts, elbows resting on his knees and he leans forward.

"You got a confession, dickhead?"

"Wha— No. No. She's not my k— I've never even had sex with anyone other than Sam."

And Rex snorts.

"Real sad confession, buddy."

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

There's no way to explain the demonic horniness that shrouds you like a thick mist when you see the way Rex gently brushes Winnie hair, bristles gentle against her soft strands and she simply keeps her gaze focused on the toy in her hands.

Beside him, lay an assortment of different hair accessories. Glittery hair ties, elastics, bows, and an assortment of clips, all decorated with various yellow things. Plastic gummy bears, bananas, stars, hearts. Everything that came from a superhero salary in her favourite colour.

"Okay, Pooh, what's the look for today?" Rex questions Winnie, brilliant green gaze focused on her, her small body settled between his muscular thighs, the sleeves of his T-shirt rolled up to the apex of forearm.

Veins bulge beneath the surface of the skin, scaling all the way up to wear the bunched fabric rests, wrists decorated with an assortment of jewellery. Namely black bands, brown beads and one very yellow friendship bracelet. Big, chunky beads that look jelly-ish, puffy letters that read 'WINNIE'.

Winnie babbles incoherently, pitch varying as her chubby hands continue to twist and turn the cube in her hands. Trying to assemble the colours in order.

"Hm.. s'thinking pigtails too. To minimise your mom's forehead genes." Rex snickers. "Dome headed."

And Rex divides the hair, carefully putting her hair in pretty pigtails like he's done many, many times before. Yellow decorates that gingery hair, green eyes obscured by yellow star-framed sunglasses and he waits until she lets out that squeal at her reflection before setting her down on the floor.

And she scrambles out of the room, excitedly, and Rex lets out a groan, arms stretching overhead before glancing towards you.

"Fuckin creep." He mocks, barely ducking the folded towel that's meant to collide with the back of his head.

"Fuck you. My forehead's normal sized." You defend, before shuffling properly into the bedroom, arms crossed over your chest and like clockwork, Rex's warm, warm hands move to grasp your hips, tugging you onto him unapologetically.

Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, your ass planted on his lower belly and your hands move towards bracing yourself on his chest. And Rex snorts.

"Muscle memory, huh?"

And you suck your teeth, rolling your eyes as you grab for the excess clips, sliding them into Rex's hair, your fingers carding through the tangerine strands, watching the way the silky tresses slip from your grasp with ease.

Rex swallows, gaze locked on your face. Taking in that wide eyed expression, perfect lips pursed in concentration as you continue to fuss with his hair, gorgeous eyes framed by the prettiest and longest lashes. And Rex's tongue brushes across his bottom lip, before he shifts beneath you.

And he just keeps staring.

Not only because you're just... So pretty to him, but he's looking. Really, really looking. He can see where Winnie gets her expressions. Pretty lashes with your eyes, that same... Thoughtless look behind them. God, it's like the lights are on but there's no one home.

His thumbs brush over your hip bones, the soft skin exposed by where your shirt rode up and Rex inhales sharply when he feels the way your thighs twitch at his sides.

And he's trying so hard to not look at your tits, pressed flush against the fabric of your shirt. God, pregnancy did you good.

"There's something we need to talk about later." Rex murmurs, swallowing down and he watches the way your movements halt, brows scrunching in confusion.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" You question.

"Because you might get mad and I don't wanna argue in front of the kid." Rex breathes out. "Not good for the developmental shit."

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

Immediately when Winnie's with Mark and Sam, Rex is letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding and he's setting you down on the sofa.

Taking the seat across from you, and he crosses his arms over his chest, thick thighs spread and he leans back, doing the hip thing. You try to not focus on the bulge in the front of his sweatpants, and instead, on his face.

"What'd—"

"I wanna adopt Winnie."

It feels like a weight in your belly. Heavy, pointy edges poking into your intestines and you swallow, fingers fidgeting. And honestly, you don't know what's worse.

The fact that you'll have to admit the obvious truth, or the fact that either way, you'll be stuck with Rex indefinitely.

"I'm basically her dad already. I sleep here, I get her ready in the mornings, I feed her, I buy her that stupid Lab— what the fuck even is that?"

"It's a Labubu." "Well, it's La-expensive as fuck. Why can't she just play with socks like I did when I was a kid?" Rex huffs, and your brows raise.

"Was CPS ever called?"

"This isn't about me." And Rex inhales sharply. "I wanna... Officially co-parent Winnie. Like... As her dad and not her... fun uncle."

And you swallow.

"Rex... " You speak so softly, your fingers fiddling and you keep your gaze lowered.

"You remember... That one time in Cecil's office?"

"Which one? There were," He snorts, "quite a few times in Cecil's office."

"When... You were like, really depressed and you were kinda desperate, even though we were mad at each other. And like, you called me and I came and—"

"Oh, you came. You came three times." Rex boasts, before shifting in his seat. "But what about it?"

This is nerve wrecking. You'd think a former assassin would be a smart guy but no. Rex is dumber than a bag of rocks.

"Well... We didn't use a condom. And you didn't... Pull out either, because I didn't wanna make a mess and—"

And Rex's expression darkens. Brows form a deep frown, his jaw clenches and you're preparing for him to... Well, blow. Especially when you see that low, almost angelic glow beneath his skin and Rex takes a deep breath.

"I have a fucking kid and you didn't think to tell me?" Rex grits, blunt nails digging into his biceps as he tries to reign in the anger that's settling at the pit of his belly.

He's just mad that you didn't tell him.

"I thought you'd know by now." You murmur. "You sleep over a lot, she looks like you, she acts like you."

"I thought it's like fucking cats!" Rex groans, hands moving to card through his hair, muscular fingers tugging his hairtie off and he takes a deep breath.

"Rex, you haven't not been here, for the last two years. Are you even fucking?" You question.

"No, because— oh shit, I'm a dad." Rex mumbles, the reality sinking in. "...and I'm not beating her."

"I think you're still eligible for me to call CPS."

Rex doesn't really know how he didn't put it together as soon as Winnie popped out of you.

Literally.

He was in the delivery room, fingers laced with yours, wiping away the sweat from your hairline and making sure you didn't pass out from exertion.

He should've known when you tested her name out on your tongue, murmuring 'Winnie Sloan' as she nursed from you. And he definitely should've put two and two together when he found himself attending Daddy & Me classes.

Fuck. You'd even hummed 'she has your eyes' offhandedly as you fell asleep, in his arms.

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

"I'm gonna watch a movie. You wanna watch?" Rex leans against the doorframe, arms folding across his chest, muscles bulge and green eyes watch you avidly as you pull a T-shirt over your head.

"What're you watching?" You question softly,

"The Mummy." Rex hums. "Brendan Frasier's one."

And it isn't even long before you're curled up, Rex's arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against the curve of your neck and his eyes are basically shut.

Even breaths leave him, his body warm against yours, your legs entangled and his palm remains splayed across the soft flesh of your belly, tucked away behind the fabric of your thin T-shirt.

"You want me to turn the movie off?" You ask softly, shifting a bit closer to Rex and he shakes his head.

"Hm-hm... m'listening, baby."

His voice is a low, sleepy rumble, body pressed so firmly against yours only for his lips to ghost the curve of your shoulder, the ball of his nose pressing against your pulse.

"..you smell good..." Rex mumbles lazily. "...really good."

And he shifts behind you, his free hand moving from being tucked beneath you, and instead, moving to your inner thigh. He guides your legs to part, calloused fingertips pressing into the soft flesh as he shifts your body, until your thigh's tossed over his legs.

And his hand nestles between your thighs, warm palm pressing against your even warmer cunt and he coos sleepily. Flimsy panties do nothing to tamper with your sensitivity, and Rex lets out a sleepy breath.

"I haven't had sex in two years."

Rex's voice is lazily, a sleepy murmur that's nearly drowned out by how fast the blood is rushing in your ears, your breaths just a bit uneven as his fingers press against your clit. Softly, gently. Circling the bud as his half-asleep brain pieces together the words.

And you nod your head, trying your hardest to keep your mind easy and clear, your chest heaving.

"You're gonna let me fuck you right?" Rex breathes out, pressing lazy kisses against the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging your soaked gusset aside, before dragging along your cunt. Slick fingers trace your slippery slit and he lets out a breath.

"Right, baby?" He murmurs softly. "You gonna let me fuck you nasty?"

And two fingers plunge into your cunt, warmth blossoming in your belly and if feels like electricity's crackling just behind your mound with each flutter of his fingers. And you nod your head, weakly.

"Uh huh?" Rex coos softly. "You gonna let me?"

There's nothing that's preparing you for the way that his fingers are fucking into you, curling against all the right spots while his other hand cups your chest, thumbing over your nipple until it pebbles beneath his thumb.

"Mhm... m'gonna let you..."

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨💥୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

And by God, do you let him.

Nothing prepares you for the way his cock bullies it's way into your cunt, your back arched like a fucking cat, cheek pressed against the pillow and your hands grip the sheets.

And Rex's hands move to palm the fleshy globes of your ass, spreading them just so he can watch your drooling pussy swallow him whole, inch by inch. Nothing separating you, and Rex's plump bottom lip is wedged between his pearly teeth as he watches that unexplored hole clench and flutter.

And he rolls his hips against yours, cock sloppily kissing your cervix and smearing precum against your walls, his gaze remaining locked on that pretty, furled target.

"God, you're so fuckin sexy..." Rex breathes out, hands moving to grasp your hips instead, pulling you back to meet each brutally slow thrust of his hips.

You're so warm, gooey walls fluttering around every inch and vein, slick oozing down your inner thighs and you're breathing heavy. Sounds muffled by the pillow, the fat of your ass bounces off his hips and he watches as one of your hands weakly attempts to reach behind you, fingertips ghosting over his lower belly to push him away.

"Rex...." You whine. "S'too deep.."

"Move your fucking hand." Rex grunts, one of his hands moving to pin your hand at the small of your back, and he watches your other hand move, reaching out towards the headboard instead.

And the glimpse of faint scratches against the headboard makes his head spin in that way that has him letting out a weak whine, leaning over you to grasp at the headboard. The muscles in his forearm flexes with his grip, his hips snapping unforgivingly against your ass until your cheeks burn red.

His other hand presses down in the centre of your back, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, listening to the way your moans are muffled.

Your cheeks are deeply flushed, skin glistening with a thin sheen and Rex pants, brows knitting into a frown when he feels your walls flutter and spasm, almost uncontrollably.

And he pulls back, until only his fat, mushroom-y tip remains buried in your warm cunt and your holes flutter when you feel the way he spits on your cunt, before pushing back inside.

And before you know it, you're coming around his cock, a frothy ring forming around the base of him, and he moans.

"That's it, baby. Come for daddy." Rex groans. "Be my nasty girl."

Rex has you in a fucking headlock before your brain's come down from your orgasm.

Your throat nestled in the crook of his elbow, bulging bicep against the side of your face and his weight is pressing you into the mattress, hips rutting wildly and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

And Rex is fucking you like an animal.

Groaning against your shoulder, weighing you down until your knees are weak and threatening to give out beneath you and he presses a kiss to that spot just behind your ear.

His voice low and just a bit hoarse.

"Let's see if I can make you remember..." He takes a deep breath, hips grinding against yours and you feel the way his cock twitches,

"who's your daddy."

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[the-forgotten-one1]

My version of that one meme

[maxximalist592]

Ghost au because i will never recover

He would 100% bitch about being dead as if he didn’t sacrifice himself…