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uwuderes · 3 years

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Hey! If it’s alright I saw you do non-con on request? Could we have some Rex Splode with reader being a hero in training under the team who just so happens to be Invincible’s sibling? 👀 maybe a bit of after the incident too if you don’t mind? I saw your previous one and I got a sort of love hate with him and wanna punish/treat myself with a good read. Love your work!

Am I the Rex Splode writer now... Is this all I am

Warnings- Noncon, abuse, drinking

Your dad had given you the recommendation to join the new Guardians of The Globe and to train with the new best of the best. He wanted you and Mark to enter the hero business early but didn't want your training to cross with Marks.

You were still considered a Viltrumite, but you got more of the human genes. Then you found out your dad's true intentions with earth and were training you and Mark to take over earth. And you were beaten pretty badly in that process.

You'd rather spend time healing at the headquarters than at home. Being there reminded you of what you were supposed to be. Debbie allowed this and even visited often just to check in on you. But still, you were grieving pretty bad.

This allowed Rex to slowly insert himself into your torn apart life. He became the one person you could depend on. You knew his history with women but that didn't cross your mind at the time. All you wanted was a shoulder to cry on and someone to be a constant. And he took that opportunity and ran with it.

Then he came back to the headquarters late one night drunk.

“(Y/n)...’ he slurred walking into your room. He could barely walk and kept using your desk for support. “Oh thank god, you are here, I, I need you…” Rex collapsed on your bed moving up towards you.

“Rex, come on you need to go home. Your drunk off your ass.” You insisted pushing him to the side. “I'm trying to sleep…” But Rex wouldn't take no for an answer. He tore off your blanket and pinned you down by your shoulders. You tried to push him off with your strength but he didn't seem to budge. You couldn't even push him one bit.

“You can't use tho-th-those little powers if yours against me. Cecil gave me something th-that turns your strength into childs play. After what Omni-man did.. Whew he doesn't trust none of you.” Rex kept getting caught up mid-sentence showing just how lost he was. “But (Y/n) I want you… I want you so bad. Make me forget Sam. Kate, all of those bitches who... who betrayed me.”

“Rex that's not my job. You have to do this on your own.” Rex groaned in response leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck. He reeked of booze, making you gag

“I don't want to do that. Just, Just… Just let me have you. You sad too, we are both two sad and lost people who fucking need each other. Jut give in.” His kisses trailed up to your lips making out with you passionately. You were static but that didn't seem to bother Rex one bit... He tore off your top and quickly attached himself to one of your tits. He was sloppily biting you a bunch of times. Rex made quick work though already moving down to kiss his way to your bottoms.

“Rex this has to st-ah!” Rex licked you through your panties not breaking eye contact with you and pulled those down too. He trailed his way up to your face sticking two fingers in front of your face.

“Make them wet for me pumpkin.” You turned your head only for him to grab your chin forcing you to look him in the eye. “I could snap your fucking neck if I wanted to. I’m so sick of you fucking women just running all over me.” Rex ranted forcing his fingers into your mouth. He pulled them out and quickly stuck both into your cunt. You moaned out, Rex’s pace quickening.

Rex kissed you again his hair falling into his face. “Yeah, you like that?” You shook your head no. You hated this.

Rex’s pace stopped as he pulled his slick coated finger out of you. “Your right. You- You need something bigger.” Rex pulled down his pants along with his boxers. He was hard and thick, his tip coated with precum. He would break you, you were only a virgin. Then it hit you, he wasn't holding you down anymore. You could escape. Rex was busy taking off all his armor for you to even do anything.

You didn't even bother with your clothes. You started to crawl away moving faster. You fell off the bed making a large thud resound. You stopped dead in your tracks.

Rex finally took off his shirt and realized what you were doing. It only made you move faster to reach the door. You propped yourself up using the bed and rushed over to the door. You felt your finger graze the knob. But Rex was quicker pushing you to the ground. He held you by your neck this time keeping you down.

“You're going to regret that.”

Rex thrusted into you with one big push. Whatever Cecil gave him and probably the rest of the team, made his thrusts powerful. You screamed out not realizing it was just you and him. No one would be able to help you in this situation. “Oh wow, Mark was right. Your so sweet and nice, that b-b-bastard stole my fucking girl. But oh you don't even fight one bit. He was so right. Shit, you have me about to cum.” Rex laughed kissing you again.

“No! No!” You screamed against him. But Rex had 0 intention of stopping. He froze inside you as you felt yourself get filled to the brim. You fell back on the floor Rex collapsing on top. Sweat stuck the two of you together. He stayed inside of you though not pulling out.

“Thank you… you helped me forget all my issues so easily.”

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escapist-dreams · 3 years

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Fix it ~ Invincible Fanfiction

Summary: Rex's hand gets damaged in a fight. No one is willing to help him, so he helps himself.

Warnings: spoilers for both the Invincible animated show(episode 7) and comics(issue #40) concerning Rex-Splode, injuries(nothing nearly as graphic as the source material)

Word Count: 2.3k

This is my first Invincible fanfic, and one of the first fics I've written in awhile! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Constructive criticism would be appreciated :D

"We meet yet again, Invincible!" D.A. Sinclair shouted with his usual dramatic flair. He had escaped from the government facility a couple months ago and holed up in a sewer, making more of his fucked up 'reanimen' who the new Guardians of the Globe were now fighting.

His army of cyborgs were unleashed onto the fleeing crowd, more destructive than self destructive this time. Sinclair must've taken notes from his previous failures.

While they targeted the heroes, civilians were caught in the crossfire left and right. Dupli-Kate evacuated the remaining civilians while Shrinking-Rae fought off any cyborgs coming near. The rest of the team tried to disarm the cyborgs without killing them, which Mark made them agree to do before the fight.

Invincible went through one after the other, knocking out the cyborgs, one could tell he was holding back. Monster Girl knocked out a good chunk of them, but accidentally killed one or two with the strength of her monster form. One of them slammed her against a building, sending a big crack up the wall, no doubt affecting civilians in the upper floors. Shrinking-Rae rushed to save those in the building affected by the crack, while Monster Girl slumped against the wall, down for the count.

Rex-Splode made it past the wall of reanimen defending Sinclair and shot a projectile at his torso. He stumbled as the magnet hit his side and exploded, only grazing him but doing damage all the same. He cupped a hand around the wound, and when he regained his composure, looked directly at Rex.

"You'll pay for that!" With a movement of his hand, D. A. Sinclair ordered the cyborg to target Rex-Splode.

"Sure I will, asshole!" Rex smirked and raised his hand again, aiming for Sinclair's head. The cyborg intervened, lunging towards Rex, who dodged and backed away. He couldn't kill the guy, but he really didn't want to get beat to a bloody pulp today. He made a split second decision to shoot him in the legs to slow him down. He did so, but all he received for his efforts was the sound of a small metal impact. He'd missed the human parts, the projectile only slightly slowed the cyborg.

Just as he was about to shoot again, the cyborg grabbed his hand, crushing flesh and metal alike. Rex doubled over as a wave of pain hit him like a brick. He tried to push past it after a few moments, looking up just in time to see Robot come up behind the reaniman, knocking him out with a punch. Invincible grabbed a piece of metal from a street sign that had been crushed in the wreckage of the battle and bent it tightly around Sinclair, effectively trapping him. And since the cyborgs were all either knocked out or no longer under his control, the battle was over.

"You couldnt've done that earlier?" Rex complained as Mark tied up Sinclair, wincing in pain. Several members of the team gave him a familiar look of annoyance.

"Maybe if you weren't too busy cowering we would've finished this sooner." Samson stated.

"I wasn't--!" Rex began, but he doubled over again before he could finish, another wave of pain hitting him.

The rest of the team had sustained some injuries as well, but they were able to shake it off for the most part by the time they arrived back at the guardians' base.

"Hey Robot-" Rex tried to catch him before they fully returned to the group.

"It's Rudy."

"Right. Rudy, can you uh.." he pointed to his busted up hand, the blood dried onto the metal. Rudy made a wincing sound at the sight, then looked to their friends, who were in a group celebrating the won battle.

"Hm.. That's going to take a bit to fix, if you can wait I'll fix it in a couple minutes." he decided. Rex opened his mouth to protest, but closed it and nodded in agreement. The two rejoined the group.

They spent a few minutes having conversations in small groups, some about the fight, and some about completely different things. After about half an hour passed, Mark got up from his seat, explaining that he needed to get back home, as he had some homework to finish up. Slowly the group dissolved, rejoining their everyday lives. Rex ran to catch Rudy before he and Amanda left.

"Hey Rudy, can you fix this thing before you go? If you couldn't tell, it *kinda* hurts." Rex gestured to his hand, pulling the glove up a bit to show the broken metal and bloody skin.

"Can it wait, Rex? Me and Amanda are getting lunch." he paused, conflicted, "you can join if you want." he offered politely, but judging by the looks on his and Amanda's face, it wasn't an invitation.

"I'll pass." Rex sighed, unsure if he was more angry or sad about it at this point. Rudy shrugged as if to say "your loss", and he and Amanda left the base. Rex left as well a few moments later, Kate and Rae's conversation fading behind him as he made his way to his apartment.

Rex tried to ignore it, he really did. But god, it hurt. He must've been in shock before, but now that he had time to really think about and feel the injury, the pain set in. The metal of his hand had torn into his flesh and he was afraid to move it for fear of further lodging it into his arm. After awhile of trying to ignore the injury, Rex decided he couldn't take it anymore. If no one would help him, he would help himself.

Rex knew a thing or two about robotics since he got his powers from the devices in his wrists, and had been taught a bit at the facility for use in battlefield situations. So he got some spare tools he used for small repairs on his arms and got to work fixing his hand. It took just about all night, but by the end he was fairly confident that he'd at least helped the situation.

He must've done something right because next time the guardians fought a villain, he was able to shoot the projectiles from his hand. No need to ask Rudy for help. And the next time it was damaged, and he fixed it himself again. This time his aim was slightly off. He hit several walls, the ground, and nearly a civilian before his desired target, but it was fine, right? He hit the guy eventually, he missed the civilian, and it still worked decently well.

He continued to repair it himself, using the knowledge from his previous mishaps to improve upon it. It continued to have slight malfunctions, but it worked.

Until it didn't.

He aimed, and shot, but the small explosive wouldn't budge. It wouldn't leave his hand, something blocked it. The BB lit up as he tried to shoot, but it exploded in his hand.

"Fuck!" Rex yelled, throwing a magnet from his belt with his offhand and dodging out of the way of an oncoming attack.

The team made quick work of the enemy, but not before they got a few good hits in on Dupli-Kate and Monster Girl as well. Amanda was slumped against a wall while Kate Prime nursed an injury on her side.

Back at the base, Rudy was busy being at Amanda's side. She had a minor concussion, but overall she was alright. The excessive blood from a cut on her head made the injury look more serious than it was. They were thankful that she was alright, minus a bit of blood loss and a head injury.

Rex wanted to celebrate her quick recovery longer than he did, but hesitantly left after drinks were had and the party died down a bit. He knew he would have to work on his hand for awhile to get it in working order and get any sleep that night.

It was already much later in the day by the time he arrived at his apartment. Repairs went well for the most part. He had passed out before realigning the metal, but quickly aligned it before heading to the base that morning, presumably deeming it functional, which was an achievement in Rex's opinion considering how badly it was broken and lack of materials. He got hardly any sleep, but he wasn't exactly the type to usually get a full eight hours every night anyways.

The next day after training, Rudy approached Rex unexpectedly.

"Hey Rex, I noticed your hand got busted up pretty badly yesterday. Need me to fix it?" Rudy offered, glancing at Rex's barely-together hand with a hint of what might be worry. Rex scoffed.

"Oh no it's fine," he said, half proud of his work and half bitter at Rudy. "I figured it out."

Rudy gave him a curious look, pausing for a moment before repeating, "You 'figured it out'?"

Rex nodded, taking off his glove and showing off his hand, which he'd barely been able to peice back together the night before. "I figured it out."

He'd had to patch up the hand with spare metal parts and slightly off-size bolts, but it wasn't too bad of a job. From a certain angle, it'd look fine even. A bit busted up, used for sure, but functional. Now, from the angle of someone with as much knowledge in robotics as Rudy had, the sight was returned after a long pause with a vaguely annoyed, "this is going to take awhile."

"What're you two doing?" Amanda asked, walking into the workroom with a half empty carton of disguised booze.

"Rex tried to fix his hand. By himself." Rudy explained condescendingly after a pause that made it obvious he was focused on his work. Rex scoffed at the answer.

"I think I did a great job, thank you very much." And besides being proud of his attempt at fixing it, the way he phrased it made Rex sound like an idiot, as if he hadn't asked for help several times before deciding to fix the problem himself.

"You put the metal covering back in place just off enough to block the projectile, the bolts are all the wrong size, and part of it is still jabbing into your arm. This isn't even the right kind of.." he trailed off, clicking a new bolt in place before mumbling, "how did you even fight like this-?!"

"Well it's not like you bothered to help me when I asked.." Rex answered with the tone of an upset child.

"You didn't say how bad it was."

"I showed you! You saw it!" Rex nearly shouted, frustration and anger bubbling up in his chest and out his mouth.

"I would have fixed this easily if you'd asked sooner."

"I did ask sooner!"

"You could've asked when I wasn't busy." Rudy spoke nearly absent-mindedly, focusing intently on prying part of the metal out of damaged tissue that tried to heal around it.

Rex hissed in pain before responding, "When were you not busy? I asked you like three times, you told me to wait!"

"I just told you, I was busy. Why didn't you go to Cecil for this?"

"Oh yeah, like I'm asking some creepy ass guy from the government to fix my hand- No fucking way!" Rex tried to ignore the hint of fear in his chest at the idea of some shady government operative poking and prodding at him in a blindingly white room.

"You'd rather bother me than ask someone whose job it is to fix things for help?"

"I'd rather ask my friend for help!"

"You could have asked when I wasn't busy." Rudy repeated, obviously struggling to keep his cool. "I'm not going to drop everything for you, Rex!"

"Yeah? Of course not, but I bet you'd drop everything for her." Rex pointed at Amanda, who had a front row seat to the argument standing in the doorway. The two locked eyes for a moment, then Rudy looked away to glare at Rex.

"At least she offers something to the team. She's an invaluable asset and I need to keep her safe." He didn't need to shout, his tone and words cut deeper than raw anger could.

"Well pardon me for wanting to be able to use my fucking hand--"

"Excuse me?" Amanda snapped, glaring at Rudy. "Rex is my friend, and I won't reciprocate your crush on me just because you look like him and aged down for me. I don't owe you shit. And being a dick to the guy whose face you stole doesn't make you more appealing."

"But I--" Rudy was at a loss for words; a rare occurrence. Scrambling to regain his composure, he blurted out, "But I did this for you!"

"I don't owe you shit for that." she repeated firmly. "And if how you treat Rex is any indication, I wouldn't want to be with you, if this is how you treat a long time friend who needs help."

"Exactly!" Rex agreed, relieved that Amanda stepped in. Rudy glared at him before catching himself and looking back towards Amanda, who sighed angrily.

"He couldn't have asked Cecil!?" Rudy reiterated, grasping at straws trying to 'win' the argument he'd already lost.

"He's obviously uncomfortable with that, or he would've done it already. Something you would notice if you bothered to give him a second glance." Amanda snapped back. "He came to you for help, and you lectured him for it."

"I.."

"Let's go, Rex. This asshole isn't worth our time." she decided. Rex followed her out the door to rejoin the rest of the group with a satisfied sort of pride in his chest. It felt nice to be defended by someone other than himself.

The door slammed shut.

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arinlangdon · 3 years

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reactions again. i have a lot to say and there’s nowhere better to dump it all than my online blog which i treat as a stream-of-consciousness public diary/liveblog of my love affair with this fictional character.

episode 7

ah yes, the memory headaches are back, sooner than ever. i hope this means FMC will be regaining her memories sooner in this route too. i think it would be more interesting to see her navigate a route while remembering everything about her life from before, for multiple reasons. after all, every route ended with that, so far, and we didn’t explore much about what that means. the route that centers on 2/3 of the triad seems like the perfect opportunity to do so.

so Arin used to have panic attacks, confirmed? precious anxiety baby

love the Humpty Dumpty bit

i love how they reference giving her the moon again. “I gave it to you, and it’ll ground you” and it’s a secret between her and them how they did it. augh, too romantic. (also, blush count for this set: 1)

“Yikes, do you even sleep?” i ask myself this every day, Jackie. does Arin ever use that plush-looking bed? a mystery for the ages. she’s right though, Arin is far too busy for their own good. they know everything except for the meaning of the word “relaxation”

i see we’re speaking in code now. i love Ever After Academy, the series where frogs are really head librarians and rabbits are actually cat-dog-rabbit-dragon-things, and men named Wolf aren’t actually werewolves

“Arin constantly skips meals due to being too busy” headcanon regretfully confirmed. Arin nO

“FMC is always trying weird new flavors of desserts” headcanon also confirmed lol. this girl, always so adventurous. but also, “better than getting the same thing every time”? it’s true, novelty is necessary. a woman after my own heart.

oh yes, now i can check “heart scene where you help Arin relax and have fun” off my wish list. right above that is “pluck the coffee right out of their hands, march them straight to bed and tuck them in, and maybe cuddle a bit”, and right below it is “plan a special date where you block off a full 24 hours of free time for Arin so you can spend the whole day together”. (Voltage, i have great ideas, hire me now)

Arin blush count: 2. oh look at these two shy idiots who can only dance around their feelings. surely they have to have some clue that their feelings are mutual? they keep trying to stop themselves from kissing the other. it’s driving me nuts. these fools! i push them together like a child pretending to make their dolls kiss.

episode 8

i’m sure they wrote in the explanation for the terrarium as it’s a holdover from Ezra’s route, but i think it’s funny to think that the siblings kept the terrarium all these years and Arin never knew about it. Arin ur not the only one with secrets

again, i do like how Arin keeps referencing the moon. moon rabbit. moon rabbit!!

oh here comes the angst from Arin keeping secrets from FMC for good reasons but not even being able to tell her the reasons. we all saw this coming from a mile away, but it still hurts. :(

wow i cannot wait to find out all of Arin’s secrets :D including their personal ones. (does that make me sound creepy? oops)

more dragon lore, and a debate between Nora and Lucas about dragons? yes please.

as an aside: i can’t believe it’s taken me this long to mention it, but i’m peeved at how the writing in this route keeps referring to Arin as “themselves” when they’re singular. “themself” may not be a familiar word, but it feels the most correct when referring to an individual. “herselves” and “himselves” isn’t a thing.

“Arin is a terrible singer” headcanon confirmed. Arin has a lovely voice but is a rubbish singer, i love it. keep the doors coming, Charlie, i’m on a roll today.

oh god, more embarrassing Arin stories, i am living for this. Arin blush count: 3, maybe 4. what exactly did they wind up on top of, FMC? do tell.

i cannot believe Arin has early 2000s boy band music on their phone. is this the real life? lmao this is probably the most surprising fact i’ve learned about them in this entire set, if not the whole route so far. Arin’s dignity: dropping like a stone. this is hilarious, i love it. god. seriously though, which song was it—

episode 9

can’t help but try to read ulterior motives into Jackie’s every move, and failing because we don’t know enough yet. trying to book a tutoring session with Arin, peeping into FMC’s house’s window, tipping off FMC about Darla’s scheming, being overly invested in the fairytale friends’ well-being? she’s the prime suspect for being the Big Bad of this route, and possibly the Queen of Hearts from the Alice duology, yet she hasn’t done anything outright villainous yet. she’s actually been fairly friendly and helpful. Jackie, what is your deal

Arin blush count: 5. wow careful Arin, your face will get stuck like that and you’ll pass out from lack of blood flow to the rest of your body

it’s still hard getting used to the knowledge that Arin is and was FMC’s best friend. it boggles my mind.

but also i want to imagine them as kiddos hanging out in her room and having fun. adorable. teen flashbacks when :’(

“you’re special to me” wow surefire arrow to my heart oof. Arin blush count: 6.

oh no, again with the holding back, you clods. you lovestruck idiots. you silly dumdums. being a 20-something and having feelings for your best friend is hard. it’s hard and nobody understands. :( when are they going to talk about this? when are they going to come out and say something?? normally FMC is much more straightforward than this, but i guess when it comes to a friendship you’ve cultivated for years, even the bravest people hesitate to rock the boat. but it’ll be all the more satisfying when they actually reach that point.

watching Arin put up the walls again, i can just hear them thinking “conceal, don’t feel”. “remove all magic, but leave the fun” ahahaha alright that’s enough

it’s nice to see FMC seeking out the company and advice of the fairytale trio in this route, especially Nora. those girls, always so close. she really is the only female friend FMC has, until Darla becomes her friend.

so much for hiding magic from MMC! cat’s out the bag sooner than i thought, and Arin’s not going to be happy about it. now they’re going to be pulling double duty trying to keep both siblings from a-sploding their heads by accident. poor Arin

did FMC explain the plan for making things right (whatever “things” are) and restoring their memories? or did she just leave them to wait it out indefinitely? oh no

#harlowspeaks #feeling low energy today #i sleep now #reactions #Arin s1 #Arin s1 set 3

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heatobrienswife · 4 years

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im really really bad at writing so go easy on me ok? ;w;

but these were going to be included in my s\is story i cut them since it was way too long anyway, these are two different fics even tho they're from the same story they're not directly linked the first happens near the start of the game while the others from the middle of it more or less

tw stabbing mention n swearing

Heat wandered down the corridor a little lost at what to do with himself, which was a little strange. He'd usually be fulfilling some duty or another but since they'd all changed a little while back everything was out of whack. Heat sighed, deciding to stop here he lent back against the wall, arms folded, he kept his gaze to the ground letting his thoughts consume him.

“Hey you'd never guess wot 'appened!!”

Heat grit his teeth in annoyance, great, he could hear Spike's annoying voice through the damn wall.

“What?” another quieter, much softer voice asked.

“... that voice??” Heat mumbled, his brow creasing in thought. “I... I know that voice, but, but I've never heard the damn thing before. How the hell do I recognise it?”

“Yeah, then the whole thing just 'sploded, I dunno why though,” Spike's voice rang out again.

“A-are you alright!??” that soft voice sounded from the other room again.

Heat's eyes widened as an odd memory flickered through his mind. He stood hunched over slightly, clasping his right hand, it was bleeding. A few gashes littered his knuckles, a glass table stood before him, shattered. He suddenly knew he'd punched it. Movement from beside him caused his gaze to flick to the side. A gentle, warm hand encased his wrist, holding him, as their other began to clean his wounds with a cool, damp cloth.

“A-are you alright??!”

Heat suddenly snapped back to his senses.

“Who..... who was that?” he questioned, running his hand over his face. “Wait..” snapping his vision towards the door, Heat bolted towards it. Grasping the handle he wrenched it open desperate to find out who that voice belonged to.

Spike, and the brunette, stood staring back at Heat, both startled at the door being flung open.

“The hells gotten in to you Red Bush??” Spike squawked.

“Was there anyone else in here?” Heat's gaze flicked between the two.

“What??” Spike replied, confusion obvious on his face.

“Was there anyone else in here!” Heat repeated, irritation clear in his tone.

“No, it's just me and Buzzers,” Spike said, gesturing between the two of them.

“She talked to you?” Heat questioned, his gaze fixated on the girl.

“Well yeah, I can't 'ave a conversation on me own now can I?”

heat just stood in the doorway staring at her, “who the hell is she??” he thought to himself, this wasn't his first vision, or half memory of her, but it was the most vivid and the first time he'd ever heard her voice.

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Cut scene referenced

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16V5tiuJVh0&list=PLECF5CF0A66BCF20B&index=39

cut scene this is taking place during

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sr31EHtGalc&list=PLECF5CF0A66BCF20B&index=41

“Da'ts 'cause Heat don't know self control,” C/ielo chastised, giving a quick scowl in Heat's direction.

“Wait, what,” the girls voice startled C/ielo.

“He scuffed up de leader, ja,” he flicked his gaze over to her.

“Sorry if this sounds rude, but who cares?” she looked at him in disbelief.

“Huh,”C/ielo uttered, slightly intimidated by the angered scowl she was giving him.

“So S/erph got a scrape and a bruise, big deal. Heat was fucking stabbed!!” she snapped.

“Uh,” C/ielo stammered, taking a step back, unsure what to say.

“Heat was the only one who even attempted to get Sera back, he put himself in danger for her, he could have been killed. He went up to Bat and Mick, unarmed, and you're telling him off for scuffing up the leader! Heat not only put himself in danger for her, but he, while suffering a fresh stab wound mind you, came up with a plan to get her back while everyone else, INCLUDING our strategist, stood around doing fuck all!! He also fought Mick wounded! How the fuck do you know Heat even caused those marks? They literally just battled against Mick. S/erph could of got 'em from being whacked by Mick!!!”

Heat couldn't help staring at the brunette, eyes wide, as he listened to her increasingly angered ranting. This painfully shy, and almost silent woman, was almost shouting as she defended him from a petty jab. His heart rate had picked up pumping blood to his rapidly darkening cheeks. He slid an arm round his middle as a strange feeling fluttered through his stomach. Eventually, she ran out of things to say. She stood slightly breathless, scowling at the young man in front of her. He had his hands held up defensively.

“Okay, okay I'm sorry, ja? I didn't mean ta upset anybody.”

“That was some outburst,” A/rgilla laughed, having witnessed their back and forth, startling the brunette. Looking over to her comrade, her face burnt in embarrassment, her anxiety flaring up as she quickly flicked her gaze around realising that everyone had been watching her. She recoiled, her long hair falling forward to completely cover her face.

“S,sorry I- I didn't mean to,” she stammered, nervously fiddling with her hem of her gloves.

S/erph finally let Sera down, standing on her own two feet again she looked down at the floor.

“I'm sorry I- I came here to help, but I've only created problems. There really isn't anywhere I belong.”

“'Hey, why you say dat, Sera?” C/ielo asked.

“You've got a place to stay,” Heat says, walking up to them.

“Well, I mean, we're y' know.”

“We're comrades, am I right?” A/rgilla chimes in.

“Yeah, that's it,” Heat replies.

“Comrades?” Sera asks.

“Dat's right.”

“I do not comprehend,” G/ale interjects.

“Oh hush, that's enough from you,” A/rgilla silences him.

“Hey, say something S/erph,” Heat, urges S/erph.

S/erph looks at Sera before giving a nod in approval, Sera couldn't help the smile splitting across her face, she threw her arms around S/erph's neck, hugging him tightly, as he slides his arms around her in response. Heat glares at them, jealously wheeling in his chest. Why the hell didn't Sera hug him? Wasn't he good enough? He cast his gaze away turning his head to the side. He caught sight of her, the brunette, the one who'd stood up for him. She stood alone, hair covering her face, her gaze cast to the ground. Heat walked over to her standing in front of her he cleared his throat.

“Hey.”

She peered up at him through her hair.

“What you did back there, I, uh, thanks. I don't usually have anyone on my side like that. I appreciate it,” he scratched at the back of his head, his gaze flicking away.

“I-it was nothing sir,” she stammered. “I just thought it was unfair of him to poke at you like that. Y-you did put yourself in serious danger for her.”

“Yeah, I guess. I didn't really think about it,” Heat flicked his gaze over to Sera, watching as she clung to S/erph's arm.

Heat curled his lip, casting his gaze back to the brunette.

“You don't mind if I stay here with you for a while?”

“Of course not,” she replies.

Heat moved to stand beside her, keeping his gaze away from the others. He couldn't help looking down at her, studying her. She looked so small compared to him, and kinda cute too. He began to feel that odd flutter in his stomach again, he had no idea what it was, but it grew stronger the longer he gazed at her.

#these are so bad ;w;#Self Insert #self shipping #self ship #My s/i #heat #my cannibal husband #ice boi #wind boi #thunder boi #argie #sera #my work

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gulescamisade · 6 years

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Betty Crocker Headquarters: Dragonfly Flight

[ Speaking of, the ships are getting closer and some ground troups are moving in to set up some kind of artillery support. There's a bizarre mix of weapons-- longbows and grenade launchers, mortar cannons and trebuchets. Along with the mottley assortment of sea creatures alongside the boats... ]

[The rebel crew is still parked on the dragonfly, though they're going to have to take off REAL soon once everyone gets aboard.]

URSAIS: -quickly mounts again- alrRigh' EVErRybody on!!!

NEPETA: =Is back on.... WITH FRIENDS=

MITUNA: -His eyes crackle with energy and he starts floating.- oh 5hi7brickle5

ERIDAN: -mounts himself onto the dragonfly at the beck of this gross lowblood.- RUFIOH: -Keeping some distance away on wings. DETERMINED. He's glad he brought his armor with him.-

NEPETA: =she will eat him=

[PLAY NICE YALL]

HEITOR: BUZZ THE ARTILLERY.

-obnoxiously nudges at the bug pilot-

JOEY: hella. =She has something help tight in her fist. It looks like a flashlight.=

MITUNA: -He's flying close to the dragonfly, keeping an eye on things, waiting for these ships to fire-

[ Some of the trebuchets fire as they take off into the air... and a group of ROWDY PUNCHBOYS sail through the air, directly towards the dragonfly's crew. A gruop of about six sailing majestically like doves...]

[The RUFFIANNIHILATORS have NO GOOD INTENTIONS TOWARDS YOU WHATSOEVER]

[The lances are poised and ready!!]

JOEY: =Receiving a text from her brother dear, she shouted the thing he mentioned in passing as she watched these punchboys sail like leaves on the wind.= JOEY: barrel roll???!(edited)

MITUNA: D0 4 84RR3L R0LL

[A group of Archeradicators down on the surface are taking careful aim... directly at this one DISGUSTING mustardblood flying around COMPLETELY UNTETHERED with his psionics in NAKED OPEN SIGHT. HORRIBLE.]

ERIDAN: -actually just. Equips his assault rifle and lets loose the gunfire on these ruffiannihilators. TAT TAT TAT TAT.-

MITUNA: -Oh shit, he's doing his own meme maneuvers, swooping down and giving them an OPTIC BLAST-

[ The column of flashing red-and-blue light overtakes the group-- some of them manage to scatter, but there is a swathe of scorched earth in their place.]

[The rowdy punchboys are tough-- veritable bullet sponges-- the sustained assault more of a burn on ammunition than anything else, but they, too, begin to drop to the earth.]

[Way to shoot right into the crowd of them some of them bite it but there's so many, they focus on the mighty seadweller who is a nasty traitor. WHAT A WASTE OF GOOD BLOOD]

ERIDAN: -eat his GRENADES.-

URSAIS: - Equips one of her two abstratus. SLING KIND. And holy shit does she spin it fast. The projectile is not a normal rock. It looks very EXPLOSIVE. With a mighty heave she sends it down towards the FUCKIN HIGHBLOODS-

JOEY: =She stands on the back of this mount, popping up behind Eridan and turning on her flashlight. An extraordinary, unnaturally bright light surges forth. Stare into the sun, mofos!=

[There are several loud BOOMS in the direction of the lake-- cannon fire, on the port side!!!! dragonflies have port sides.]

ULFURA: -SHE IS TOTALLY FLYING THIS DRAGONFLY-

MITUNA: -Nyooming back towards the dragonfly and trying to redirect enemy fire back to the enemy themself.-

[No? One ship does so happen to get sploded but we have more ships. MEga ships. So many ships we don't know what to fuckin do with em. The catapult sends another wave of Sword-Waving-Rebel-Fighters right for the dragonfly]

LATULA: -shit dude, fuckin shit, this is making her anxious as hell and she's not a steady shot when her hands are shaking. Gotta... gotta be cool. Gotta be calm. Deep breath. Squeeze the trigger...-

LATULA: -baby's first confirmed kill. She feels sick watching the cloud of blood come from the troll's head, body ragdolling from the sky, but fuck.-

[Some of the others still latch onto the side, though. Landing on the dragonfly and attempting to crawl upwards, onto the surface, and MENACE the team with their various swords.]

NEPETA: =POPS her head over the side= NEPETA: :33 NEPETA: =STABS WITH HER BARE CLAWS AT THE CLOSEST DUDE..... rip. Then eyeballs the others=

[ THEY'RE STILL GOING FOR IT. The ones who agree to load themselves into catapults don't have the BEST survival instincts.]

URSAIS: -In her free hand she equps her MELEE abstatus, which is a clauntet with three prong blades, kind of a bigger, wider version of what Nepeta uses. She coils up on the dragonfly and stabs upwards, aiming for the neck of the nearest guy.- I'M GONNA RrIP YA T' PIECES.

ERIDAN: -is there water below? How deep is it?-

URSAIS: Y' WON'T BE GOOD FErR MORE THAN GRUBSAUCE Y' FUCKIN BULLSHIT HIGHBLOODS. EAT MY SHIT!!!

MITUNA: holy 5hi7 7ha75 a lo7 of 5hip -Swooces in to draw the fire of the mega ships-

URSAIS: -Whether or not they're actually highbloods doesn't matter. She seems very BARBARIAN-Y-

URSAIS: -Like if she had to be a class, she might be someone prone to go into RAGES.-

[Oh, it does WORK. There's a lot of fire, in fact. If cannonballs won't work, there are rockets. If rockets don't work, there are ballistae and arrows.]

[The cloud of projectile weaopns make for a difficult slalom to not lose anymore limbs or die.]

NEPETA: =Oh you know what...... she scrunches up her face then eyeballs the ships.... she's going to start aiming deadly darts for the firerers=

MITUNA: -Nyooms past the pilot, grinning. You FOOL. YOU BUFFOON.

YOU ABSOLUTE DULLARD

! Can't you see the rockets are following him? Flying right back at you.-

[There are a couple EXPLOSIONS as the heat seeking missiles seek heat.]

[ Some of the boats are already sinking... but they're the smaller ones using old fashioned seafaring cannons.]

MITUNA: -Mostly, he tries to get them to redirect fire at each other by nyooming and zooming, occasionally forcing their projectiles back at themselves with psionics-

[But what is Mituna going to do when some larger ships roll up with sonic canons. BWOOOOMMMMMM, shoots right for him](edited)

MITUNA: -IT'S A REAPER!-

RUFIOH: -swoops in at high speeds to BREEZE BLAST Mituna out of the trajectory of the sonic canons. He's got your back bro!-

[As the last of the bloodied trebuchet-victims falls from the dragonfly, they begin launching more rockets-- since their psionic is diverting fire from the WATER then he can't be in two places at ONCE. Right for the side of the dragonfly.]

MITUNA: -Goes swooshing in another direction???? He looks around, confused....-

MITUNA: !!!!

MITUNA: RU F1 00000000000H

[Alright mutant wing freak there's a boom here for you. bWOOOoOOOOOOOM]

MITUNA: -Time to return the favor. He psionics Rufioh right out of the way.-

[Guys.... come on.... just. Let us kill you. GOD.]

MITUNA: -Go fuck your mother????-

[The rockets aimed for the side of the dragonfly seem like they're only an instant away of firing before some strange, crackling blue streak collides into them on the ground. A small, roundish figure crashes straight through in a line, as... someone? Something? Cuts through the survivors with long, tendril-like limbs.]

RUFIOH: -spins in the air. Anyway bye.-

JOEY: D8 what the fu--

ERIDAN: -Doesn't like the look of that figure. Time to shoot it.-

[A LORGER figure blocks that blast, bowling into some ships with it's massive assive]

[That bullet tickled..... in the WRONG WAY. KERSMASHES]

MITUNA: WHA7

LATULA: ???

LATULA: 1UNO DUD3 -SHOUTING-

NEPETA: =perks up and leans over the basket= NEPETA: :33 < finally!!! =LEAPS=

NEPETA: :33 < they're furrrrrieeennndddsssss =descends=

LATULA: WH3R3 4R3 YOU???

LATULA: 4LR1GHT!!!!!

LATULA: SUR3 OK4Y!

URSAIS: AY, WELL. THAZ GOOD ENUFF FER ME. -she's following Nepeta. CANON BALL!!!-

LATULA: 44444!!!!

LATULA: -FUCKIN-

LATULA: -GOD!-

[There's some breathing room, now that a significant number of the ships and artillery are down. Enough to maybe go further on the offensive.]

MITUNA: um

MITUNA: yeah okay fuck me i gue55

NEPETA: =lands on a big large and is fighting the ships down there. So much blood on this cat.=

LATULA: why 1s 3v3ryon3 so fuck1n much.

LATULA: -trying to use her scope to get a read on the battle again...-

FRAZZA: =aka the big large, catches Ursais. They are big, they are heavily armored. They are smashing gunnery=

URSAIS: -Wow that turned out pretty well. She was going on faith here.-

[Okay. What the actual fuck is all this noise??]

MITUNA: -He's just...gonna optic blast the boom cannons. Okay? Okay.-

[LARGER ships roll up with gatling guns, maybe now that the little ships are being sacrificed for the cause they open fire, literal fire bullets on Mituna]

LATULA: DUD3 NO YOUR S1X BRUH

URSAIS: -With her vantage point, she's going to have a nice long time to wind up her SLINGKIND and launch another large projectile at the incoming ships-

[Some of the gatlings BLOW UP, all twisted barrels and scorched metal.]

MITUNA: -He's running through the six with his woes. You know how that shit go. The searing hot pain in his body reminds him he needs to MOVE, and so he does flying back up and out of reach, but that doesn't stop his clothes from being stained yellow. Minimal hits, but getting shot is getting fucking shot.-

[it sure is dude dang]

LATULA: -SCREAMING A LOT-

LATULA: -she's not really hitting much with these shots now, cause of the screaming-

MITUNA: -Plarps next to Latula on the dragonfly. Ma'am can you not. -

LATULA: how b4d????

LATULA: FUCK.

[They're weakened. Fires more shots! ]

URSAIS: -WINDS UP ANOTHER THROW-

MITUNA: 1 G07 FUCK1NG 5H07 8R0 WH47 D0 Y0U 7H1NK

LATULA: 1 M34N 1 C4NT T3LL????

LATULA: M4YB3 1TZ JUST L1K3 4 FL3SH WOUND OR WH4T3VZ?

[Gunman: DOOF, is murderlated by the sling toss. Rude af]

MITUNA: 1M F1N3 1 GU355 1M N07 HUMP1N UP D415135

LATULA: sh1t. SH1T. 4LR1GHT! [The troll with the weird creepy stilt-limbs is creating a path of ice, skittering along the water and using those fingers to punch holes in boats Meanwhile, the blue streak ZOOMS right up to The BIG and nepeta. Communicating that they'd like to be thrown through some hurried hand gestures.]

EQUIUS: -Remind him to work on your voice boxes later-

FRAZZA: =Cronches the muzzle of a big gun and looks at the blue streak.... scoops up.... STRONG TOSS. Gonna skip the friendo like a pebble on a lake=

[ three... four skips. And then CRASH into the hull of the big ship. That is a significant hole!!! and it is taking on some significant water.]

#grizzledRevolutionary #arseniccaudal #trojanabstruse #cruciatusanathema #gyratingeonian #gnarlycradz

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I have to say and request this, Rex Splode firework request, bro, him giving his object of desire a private firework show just to get in his darlings pants is just so on point for the season! Bonus points for being dicked down somewhere up against a tree, bark digging into those arms as they try and hold themselves together, double down with potential marking with a burning slap to that ass *chef kiss*

Warning- Blood, Non-Con, Gaslighting

After Samantha had turned his second chance down, oh he was pissed. He wasn't perfect, what more did she want from him? He tried getting with other chicks but nothing seemed to fit the void he created in his own life. So after about a month of trying to find a new fling he met you. Kate had brought you over after they had a successful mission and wanted you to tag along for the celebration. So Rex of course flirted with you and eventually got your number.

But this particular night he was so starved of attention he found himself drifted away to the middle of the woods and his phone in hand about to call you.

So if Rex had anyone on his side right now who would give him the validation he desperately needed, it would be you.

“Hey (Y/n), you free?”

“Yeah, I'm just locking up at work. It's pretty late though, are you alright?”

“(Y/n) I'm a fucking superhero for god's sake, I'm perfectly fine. But I do have a surprise for you.”

“Oh Rex, that's so sweet of you. Where am I going again?”

“Outside the woods behind the headquarters. I'll pick you up.”

❀

“Your missions are always so cool, It makes me wish I had some cool powers so I could help.” You rambled as Rex flipped another coin into the air, the loud pop catching you off guard.

“Nah you don't want that it's far too dangerous for someone as fragile as you,” Rex commented. His hair hung freely in front of his face, he felt freer than ever when around you. So might as well get comfortable right? “So how's the surprise huh? Isn't this just perfect?”

“I love it out here so peaceful and quiet. Plus It's nice that your giving me my own fireworks show.” You enthused. Rex smiled you going for another coin but he stopped himself.

“(Y/n) Looks like I ran out of change, shit. I'm so sorry, but I'm sooo happy to hear that you had such a good time. You know Id only do this type of shit for you. So I think I deserve something in return.” Rex moved closer to you placing his hand on your knee. You jumped and moved to the side.

“Oh- Um Rex… I'm sorry I just thought-” Rex quickly shushed you placing his finger over your lips. He then moved back towards you, even closer, to the point where you could feel his breath fanning over your face. Rex then quickly latched himself onto your lips. You banged against his chest immediately making him pull away.

“What the fuck!” Rex yelled at you. You started gathering all your stuff, Rex starting to panic. “Wait don't go, just calm down you're being dramatic.”

“I'm going home. Ill… I'll call you tomorrow.”

“No!” Rex yanked you back down. He didn't know what came over him, it felt like a mixture of things. Rage, Lust, Greed… it all flew past him and every ounce of sense in him left as he started to choke you. You clawed at his hands starting to gasp, You reached for a nearby rock and bashed him on the side of his head.

Rex yelled out letting go of you. You scurried off into the forest, leaving everything behind. Rex groaned out, and pulled a coin out of his pocket, throwing it at your belongings. That should take care of you trying to come back and get help. Rex stumbled to his feet looking down at his hand, not seeing any blood. He chuckled to himself before going after you.

You had no clue where you were and eventually you collapsed falling to the ground. You caught your breath.

What was his deal… He seemed so nice…

Then you felt a sharp pain in your leg. You screamed out looking back and seeing a disheveled Rex. He pushed his hair out of his face looking down at where his foot was planted in your knee, surely dislocating it. “There you are, you ran off so quickly… Almost forgot to destroy that fucking phone of yours.”

Rex pulled you up, pinning you to a tree. He kissed at your neck and ground against you Rex loved every fucking second of it. He loved to hear your stifled moans, you were trying so hard to not enjoy this. turning him on even more. He tore through your top and popped your bra in the process. “I would love to take my time with your slutty body but I really just want to own the shit out of you.”

“Please! Rex, I just want to go home…” You cried out gripping onto his shoulders. You clung on desperately, your leg burning to the point where even Rex could feel it.

“You had your fucking chance! Now give me what. I. Want!” Rex tore off your bottoms and held you up on a tree on one arm and unzipped his pants freeing himself with the other. You could feel the heat radiating off him that's how turned on he was. “Now sit still.”

Then Rex filled you completely, all in one jab. You cried out as he picked you up and started a rough and quick pace. His pants rubbed against your cunt giving you more stimulation, Rex loved that even he can pick it out. Your legs wrapped around him pulling him close.

“You love that huh… You need this… Your fucking mine!” Rex pushed you further into the tree covering both of you in splinters. You looked off to the side not wanting to face Rex. He didn't like that at all, was he not doing good enough. Rex quickly pulled a coin from his pocket and activated his power, and slaps your ass. That would for sure get your attention back to him. You screamed out and dug your nails into the tree. It burned everything burned.

"That's going to fucking hurt in the morning, and I don't really fucking care!"

“I'm gonna fucking cum, you better do it too!” Rex growled and kissed you, both of your moans filling each other's mouths. Rex pulled away his pace getting faster, placing his forehead on your own. “Tell me you love me…”

“I-I…. I love y-you Rex…” You mumbled and stuttered out.

“Oh, that's it… that's fucking it.” Rex groaned dumping his cum inside you. Rex moved his hand to your clit rubbing quickly. You came a few seconds after. Your vision went spotty as he dropped you to the ground.

“Wow you losing a lot of blood there, don't worry Ill patch you right up. I hope you liked the fireworks.”

#invincible #yandere invinvible #reader insert #yandere rex splode #rex splode x reader #rex splode #yandere x reader #yandere

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