summary: girlboss!reader x asshole!rex (think s1 rex) how you meet, how you fall in love, and relationship headcanons
HOW YOU MEET
In the sea of people you’re pressed shoulder to shoulder waiting and watching. Conversations are punctuated by the slam of fists. Violence flows just as naturally as conversation here. For a few moments, the arena quiets down. Soft groans of pain and the almost silent whirring of Robot’s workings are heard. And then noise.
You’re in the arena feet planted firm as your opponent saunters toward you. Your eyes assess him. Piercing. If he were a lesser man or even a more modest man, he’d feel some self-consciousness. But he’s cocky and he owns it. He approaches you and lets out a low wolf whistle canines hiding behind a lopsided smirk.
Your super suit is form fitting accentuating every curve and temptation.
“You busy after this?” you scoff annoyance taking over and send a blast of energy straight into his chest. He falls back and chuckles low dark more entertained than threatened.
Before Rex can catch his breath he’s scrambling to his feet as you charge blast after blast in his direction. He weaves through the blasts quickly in a way that would be impressive if he hadn’t pissed you off. He runs towards you and for a second you hold fire as he leaps forward to pin you down you strike. CRACK. His right lens shatters and blood trickles around his forehead from the impact.
First blood. He doesn’t attack until you draw first blood and just like that, you’re the one dodging him. He overwhelms your senses flash banging you with his explosive attack. You shut your eyes and stay rooted to your spot as you set a dispersal field around you. On impact the next disc he throws is sent rushing towards him as he ducks for cover. Your feet slap against the ground as you take the opportunity to tackle him to the ground, pinning him in place.
“I could get used to this” he quips from beneath you “but I think we’d both prefer this.” he rolls you onto your back and smirks cocky as ever at the role reversal.
You struggle beneath him. “Soo... If I win can I get that date?”
You grunt in response, and he notices the intensity behind your eyes and the pelting of concentrated energy to his chest. The force of the lasers leaves you momentarily blinded. It takes a second for him to send another blinding flash in your direction and then you feel it. A gut punch. The air leaves your body and as quickly as you can manage you send a punch to his face. He takes off his mask completely. You knock him back putting space between you as your eyes recover.
He’s pretty and it taunts you.
He sends another disc your way and misses. It hits the wall behind you and the blast pushes you forward your back now burned.
A whistle reverberates in the room, and Robot’s voice sounds over the intercom.
“Tryouts have been concluded, exit the arena for results.”
“Looks like we made the team Princess.”
2. GET WITH THE PROGRAM!
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Rex wants you. He flirts every chance he gets and some days it gets a smile out of you. Other days it makes you want to punch him.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Every so often you’re able feel normal. No bruises, no aliens, and no Cecil. So, Eve picks the mall and Mark picks the movie and Rex pays for your ticket. You notice Rex’s wandering eyes how for once they’re looking past you and not at you. She smiles at him midriff on display and shorts that hug her frame.
“Rex” you snap at him. “Do you wanna fuck her?”
He chokes and becomes a stuttering mess “what?” he croaks
“You know Eve told me how you get around, so do you want to fuck me or her?”
“You.”
“Then earn it.”
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ So maybe Rex isn’t sure where to start and maybe he takes it too seriously. Watching chick flicks and reading feminist literature and being (around) 6ft. All of which Mark makes fun of him for. Comments like
“Never thought I’d see the day you become whipped”
“Pussy so good she got you reading Bronte”
“Mark, we don’t say that word”
3. EARNED!
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Maybe it was the nights on the rooftop where the quiet did all the talking.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Maybe it was the group hangouts with Mark and Eve. Or maybe it was the time he had something to say on the rooftop. Something fragile and secret about his past. Something weak that he never spoke.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Everything changes
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Robot notices the shift in team dynamics. He notices how Rex bickers less and straightens up whenever you enter a room. Notices how your tolerance for Rex has grown. Although he notices it first, Black Samson vocalizes it first. At a team meeting no less.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ “Let’s not let romantic relationships ruin team dynamics”
Amanda pipes up voice laced in confusion “did they get together yet?”
Confused as ever you ask THE question “who?”
“oh” and the table falls silent
“They’re talking bout us babe”
And before you can deny it wallets are drawn out, and a wad of cash is given to both Robot and Black Samson.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ He finds you on the rooftop after that. Bouquet in his arms and a slight tremble in his steps.
“Look I- I want you, not just in my bed. In my arms, anywhere you’ll have me. Could I please be your boyfriend?
And for once you give in to Rex. You kiss him soft and sweet.
4. RELATIONSHIP!
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ “You’re the only person I let kick my ass”
you quirk a brow “let?”
“Okay you’re the only person who can and that means something to me. Gets me bricked y’know”
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ You have this boy on a LEASH and it’s just how he likes it (don’t save him he dont wanna be saved)
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Says/does something you don’t like you send him a GLARE and consider it fixed
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ With that being said... This dude gets HORNY when you’re upset with him (bonus points if yk another language) might provoke you just so he can freak it..
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Went from being the hoe of all his friends to being husband material..
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ LOVES LOUD AND PROUD !! Super into pda loves hand holding but loves to place his hand in your back pocket he’s appreciative of both but he IS an ass man no doubt
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ is an ATTENTION WHORE clingy and in love do you blame him
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ loves to cook for you and try different recipes !! Loves to have you either help him cook or just sitting by him. Is ALWAYS making new foods for you or accommodating your meals. He used to be an ass cook (ask anyone on the team) but dating you has changed it
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ALWAYS makes sure to cover you in missions and if you get hurt he’s the first to check if you’re okay and ready to beat up whoever hurt you once the news outlets got a picture of you both and you were named it couple of the year and he he proceeded to call every member of the team to brag
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Doesn’t get jealous often but tries to downplay it whenever he is
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Loves and adores you Cecil is even surprised by how tolerable you’ve made him and you wear the compliment like a badge of honor
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a/n: look im on the agenda that conquest doesn't fuck and i mean this bcs he's so touch starved and all he wants is to be loved
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest fears everything he’s ever felt. The loneliness he feels is foreign to Viltrumites. Conquest fears his affections for you. It’s a weakness that’ll get him killed if the Empire found out. Until then Conquest holds you with all the gentleness his bulky frame can muster.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest’s hands are calloused. Too rough and bloody to hold you he thinks. But too in love that he has to squeeze your hand whenever he holds it. It’s a firm and tight grip as if to remind himself that you are real. Hugs with him are suffocating. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath with every hug. He breathes your scent in comforted all ready, then he listens to your heart beat the calm rhythm wiping away his stress. He opens his eyes, truly observing you. He sees how you’re pressed against him, the flutter of your eyelashes, and finally places the sweetest kiss on your lips.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest never rushes to feel you. Never tugs you this or that way during sex and never leaves marks on you. He loves you too much to bruise you. He’d need convincing to be rough in bed or to leave things like hickeys. He doesn’t understand what pleasure you could get from him being rough with you. He’s rough with everybody but never you.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s first time ends in tears. The biggest most feared men in the Empire weeps as he’s touched. It’s everything he never thought he could have. You direct him in every way, assure him, and give praise and all of it is too sweet. He simply can’t handle it.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest always lets you set the pace. Whether you want to fuck yourself on him or take your time trailing kisses along his body the choice is yours. Although he wouldn’t be rough or deny your orgasm, he goes crazy when you do it to him. He’s definitely a masochist and loves the feeling of you taking charge of him.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who enjoys your period. It’s the best thing he’s tasted and would spend hours and hours if he could licking you up.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s entire day is thrown off if you have an argument. He worships the ground you walk on and is desperate to make amends.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s insecure and never believed he could have such sweet things. His biggest fear is that you’ll end up scared of him. That one day he’ll ruin it all.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Conquest who’s ready to fight and die for you his entire existence belongs to you.
summary: Jason finds out his girlfriend is far more gotham than he thought
content: fluff, mention of guns and a broken nose
Jason loved his city. Loved it so much he carried it in the words he spoke. Accent sharp and aggressive in the way that only fellow Gothamites know is anything but. He loved his city and loved that you too, carried the weight of the city in your voice. He notices it when you meet and notices much later that you don’t just have the voice of a Gothamite but the survival skills of one.
WHATS THE HOLDUP?
He remembers an earlier date one where the hours were lost to late night laughs and the sound of soft footsteps are lost to the wind. The sound of a gun cocking is what tears you and Jason out of a night that started all too perfect. Jason knows he’s far too trained to let some mugger slip by his senses like that and too far in love that it does happen.
“Empty your wallets now.” The man growls as he points the gun at Jason. “You try anything and I’ll shoot you both.” Gun pointed at you finger hovering the trigger as the man waits for your wallet. All Jason can do is wait till the gun is pointed back at him. He can’t risk the asshole shooting you instead of him.
You rifle through the purse frantically. You still haven’t found it.
The man lunges over. Impatient.
“Give me that shit”
CRACK
Jason blinks. It’s the familiar sound of bone cracking.
He sees it. The blood and the pink brass knuckles on your raised fist. Sees how the blood drips from a now crooked nose and how in the second your fist pulls back from the man you’ve smacked the gun out of his hand. It clatters across the asphalt.
Your heels clack on the ground as you sprint around the corner. And Jason perplexed and in love as ever realizes you’ve left him. Body and mind finally caught up; as he takes off down the street after you.
You’re waiting for him leaned against the car all too casual like a. you didn't just kick ass and b. like you didn't run a block in heels.
“What took you so long?”
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆
2. WELCOME HOME
His boots thud against the fire escape of the apartment as he stumbles forward. He smells like ash and blood. He reaches the window and for once the city is asleep. He’s as quiet as his aching body can muster. He doesn’t expect you to be awake and certainly doesn’t expect to see the barrel of a gun.
“Glad to see you missed me.”
“Jason” you whisper shout “You scared the shit out of me!”
“You’re not the one at gunpoint sweetheart. What are you even doing up at this hour?”
You pad your way to the kitchen leaving the gun on the counter as you rummage through the fridge “So, dinner?”
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆
3. WHATS THE POINT? 22 CALIBER
“Do you even know how to shoot?”
“I know enough.”
“Just come on- entertain me give me peace of mind.” After you pulled a gun on him, his priority is gun safety. Gotham be damned, his girl will know how to protect herself.
The smoke from the gun curls in the air as Jason demonstrates proper gun holding technique. The safety headphones don’t do much to keep the gunshots under wraps and the glasses just slide down your nose.
“Okay now grab it and hold it like this.” his fingers ghost over yours to ensure it’s held proper.
“Now if you don’t hold it tight enough, the gun won’t shoot properly. That’s called limp wristing okay.”
You pick up the gun. Jason gives a smile of approval at the hand placement. They learn so fast.
“Now, make sure the gun sights line up. Point and aim. Don’t beat yourself up if the shots don't land.”
The silhouette of a man is drawn on the poster a red dot marks the center of the head, and a longer red oval shape marks the center of the stomach.
You cock the gun and start firing. Bullets fly outwards plinking to the ground as you empty the magazine.
Not a stray bullet and not a struggle aiming. Jason thinks maybe you do know enough.
4. COMMISSIONER? I HARDLY KNOW HER.
The commissioner stands on the roof cigarette dangling from his mouth as his lighter struggles against the wind. The Bat signal pierces the skyline followed by the muffled sound of ambulances. Batman arrives with the shadows followed by the menacing Redhood.
The door slams shut, his head tilts in the direction of the noise. You stride towards the group.
“Commissioner, Bats, Hood” You greet small smile splaying on your lips.
“Give us the details Y/N”
“Alright we’ve got a ship docking at midnight, there’ll be armed guards. Their weapon of choice? Lethal toxin that renders the victim paralyzed in a matter of minutes. I’ve created an injection to neutralize the reaction. I’ve got the schematics for the ship and where they’re holding the hostages.”
Jason clicks his comms on as he waits for the ship.
“You didn’t tell me you knew the commissioner.”
Your voice crackles in his ear light and playful “It’s more of a summer job really.”
summary: A fear filled Mark returns to Earth in search of the Viltrumites
a/n: i was thinking of this childhood crush mark x reader puppy love fluff + light angst if any??
The once snow-covered boots make way for Spring’s mud tracks. The cool breeze ripples through the park’s grass the overgrown weeds spanning across the field. Mark imagines it clearly. As clearly as he can from the crappy ship when the days blend together. He’d kept track at one point, but fight after fight leaves him with less knowing and more guessing. Guessing that it’s sometime in Spring on Earth and guessing how you’re probably in some park walking with Debbie. Guessing that you still believe he’s alive. The biggest guess is that you’re safe.
He’d left Earth thinking he’s saved you taking the fight somewhere you’d never see but as he approaches the atmosphere, he knows he’s condemned you. Blowing up a planet isn’t a deed that goes unpunished not by the most vengeful blood thirsty species to exist. And so, Mark’s guess is that he and the coalition have trapped the people on Earth to wait for a punishment they never know will come.
Zoe talks to someone he’s not sure who. His anxieties warble her words it’s all noise to him. His leg bounces up and down riddled with worry. Lump in his throat waiting to rob him of all the words he’s too afraid to speak.
The silence breaks.
“Earth in T minus 20 minutes”
And the sound that Mark makes leaves before he completely realizes it. It’s the sound of speed tearing through the wind in an otherwise peaceful sky.
He hovers over Earth breath shakily exhaled as he confirms that the Viltrumites aren’t here yet.
You feel it first. The subtle shake of the house in response to the incoming speed of a returning Grayson. The warmth of his body presses against you. A closeness you haven’t felt since he left and a silence so comforting you’re not sure whether it’s for you or him. You stand there tender yet grounded in all the ways he missed.
“You’re here”
“I missed you. I couldn't breathe not knowing whether you were okay or not.” His stomach lurches at the admission of doubt.
As wild as his thoughts run, he knows that this is the one place that will corral it.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆
It’s always been the rooftop. For years the subtlety of the breeze was enough to shake the thoughts from his mind like fallen leaves. That was when things were simple. Simple when injustice and blood shed were long time strangers and not familial. Simple when his biology feared the scent of blood, the bile churning in his stomach. Simple before his thoughts betrayed him screaming that this isn’t real. That you aren’t pressed against him on the rooftop. That the wafting of your shampoo is a trick. Or that the kisses you’ve scattered on him burn instead of tickle. The weight of everything lodges in his throat.
“Mark” you whisper
“What’s wrong?”
The tears that fall are instinctual. As simple as breathing and as broken as his family.
“Everything”
It’s shaken and tiny and so unlike the boy who used to laugh so loudly.
He tries to keep the lump in his throat at bay.
“I didn’t save anyone.”
“You can’t really believe that.”
“All we did was piss them off. They’ll be coming here and- we can lose everything.” His voice cracks words rushed and jagged as if giving the time and space for the words to hang in the air will make them come true. He’s scared to speak. His grip tightens in your hand.
“You’ve survived everything you never thought you could. You coming back and being here, that’s a win. For you, me, Debbie. Mark, you’ve saved us all more than once and more than we could count. Right now, you have everything you thought you could’ve lost and look at us. Alive because of you.”
A kiss to his temple. Small and feather light and somehow enough to ease the weight of all the worlds he’s saved off his shoulders. And for the first time since his return, he breathes.
He takes the view in dandelions sprouting from the corner of sidewalks. Sunset dusted in a rosy pink that feels all too much like those high school nights. And suddenly he feels like a boy again. Big enough to go to space and small enough to stutter a confession.
“Do you remember when we’d go to the park as kids? You, me, William, all our moms. You used to sit there plucking all the dandelions from the ground.”
“How could I forget I always got in trouble for the grass stains in my clothes.” You chuckle and he can’t help but return it.
“There was this one day we went and you just stopped and stared at the field. The only thing you said that day at the park was “look at all those wishes.” “I uh- I used to wish for you on every dandelion because you loved them so much and every birthday candle and all those came true.”
“I wished for you too.”
“And this Spring I wished for you every day.”
“How is that different from any other Spring?” He laughs the feeling too familiar not to spread warmth in your cheeks.
“There aren’t dandelions in space. But when I was up there, I just kept thinking that all I needed was another wish to pull me through.”
“How do you think you got here, I wished enough for the both of us.”
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a/n: uploaded at 3am not proofread i fear
content: SMUT WITH LITTLE PLOT threesome, belly bulge, cum eating, spitroasting, rough viltrumite sex all around crazy stamina pure filth
With the ship’s preparation for Earth, Kregg finds himself increasingly repulsed by Nolan’s betrayal. He is a Viltrumite. Destruction is crucial to his survival. Perhaps having produced offspring has ruined his resolve. Afterall is it an Earthly temptation. Perhaps it isn’t even the fault of the child but rather the-proximity of a woman that has ruined him. If the issue is proximity, Kregg has defeated it. Kregg has been in your presence for years serving the empire, and you've not spoiled him. Perhaps it isn’t the woman, and it is the human ritual of courtship. If a mere human has entranced a conqueror of worlds, then the question may lie in what capabilities humans have that Viltrumites don’t.
He studies humans' acquiring possibilities. A general must understand his soldier’s weaknesses, and so it comes as no surprise when he approaches you. You’ve been loyal to the Empire sat at the very table as he and Argall. You planned strategy for takeover and so, you shall provide counsel. If something as trivial as affections and coitus have infected Nolan, perhaps it is a bigger foe than previously thought. He orders a test of self-restraint of will. He must know if he will succumb to human sin.
He readies the empty ship and summons you to his quarters.
“General” you salute as you arrive.
“I’ve summoned you to fulfill your duties to the Empire. If the humans have been able to tame such a man of Nolan’s caliber with lust, then I must know that I am able to resist it.”
“What are your orders general?”
“Strip. Remove yourself of your uniform. Act as a human would.”
“Is this not a violation of law?” You ask.
“Show me how disgraceful you can be in the name of the empire.”
You strip nude and place a hand on his face the touch lingers as you whisper into his ear
“Show me your loyalties.”
Your hips sway as you approach the bed. You sit at the edge of the bed as he stands a foot away. There’s no shame in his wandering eyes. No flush of the cheeks or hitch of the breath when you spread your legs. Your pussy glimmers with slick and you don’t miss the way his pulse quickens ever so slightly. You bring your hand to your lips and suck a digit before fingering yourself. The sounds revibrate through the once silent room. You add another finger and rub on your clit as your other hand reaches for a hardened nipple. You make sin look good. The schlick of your fingers and the whimpers have him hardening in his uniform. Your legs shake as you cum and a loud moan leaves your lips and enters his pulsing cock. You pull him by his loin cloth nimble fingers grazing his hardened length. His breath hitches. You stay there gauging his reactions as you harshly press on the tip he lets out a sound. He’s not sure what it is, but he doesn’t pull away. You begin to strip him of his uniform. Precum leaks from his tip you hold it steady examining. He feels the anticipation as you lower yourself to your knees. Your eyes are trained on him as you lick at his tip. He shudders. He doesn’t pull away, not when you give small licks to him aching cock, not when you harshly suck at his sensitive balls, and not when you gag. He tells himself to remain still. Tells himself that his resolve will be rewarded by the empire. He tells himself to remain motionless no matter how badly he wants to thrust himself into your mouth. Tells himself to remain still as he imagines himself fucking your throat. Tells himself his restraint won’t crumble after he lets out a long deep moan upon climax.
The ship smells of sex and sweat. He hears the deep breathing in Kregg’s room. The soft pants of your fucked out mouth. The door opens. You’re on your knees tugging at Kregg as his eyes screw shut.
“So this is where ya wandered off to General”
With enough composure as he can muster voice strong “It’s restraint. I’ve yet to touch her.”
Conquest approaches you lifts you up and places you on the bed and holds your legs open.
“He hasn’t been takin care of ya has he?”
You whimper touch deprived your sex aching.
Conquest spits on your pussy and his broad fingers rub small circles on your clit as he increases the pressure. Kregg notices you’re much more vocal and that sends need rushing towards his cock. He watches Conquest intently analyzing his next move. Watches how he lines his girth into your folds. Watches how he slowly pushes in and how your cunt clenches. Conquest bottoms out burly frame hovering over yours a deep groan escaping his lips. Conquest stays there and it isn’t until then does Kregg realize he’s been fisting himself.
Conquest stays still and moves ever so slightly. The adjustments border on pleasure and pain. A man of his size has you full. Belly bulge on display Conquest knows that his pleasure is approaching a high. Your pussy pulses around him as your slick gathers at the base of his cock. Every movement has him sensitive. He gently fucks you on his cock the pace slow but the size brutal. You’re a babbling mess, tears staining your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, you’re taking it so well. Aren’t you?”
You scratch at his back. Nail marks litter his skin as he spills into you with a loud groan. He stays plugged for a moment or two. He pulls out watching the cum spill out and onto the bed.
You look at Kregg. His cheeks are flushed and his hand glimmers with cum. He’s a wreck of a man.
“Clean me up”
He stares at you eyebrows raised body unmoving.
“That’s an order General.”
He feels his feet move before his mind does. Feels his lips part before his knees hit the ground. He feels his mouth latch onto your wetness before he’s able to question his dedication. He holds your legs in place as he tastes you. Conquest is still there uncharacteristically gentle as he wipes your tears. Kregg looks up from between your legs juices dripping down his chin and it’s the sight of a man who’d been pushed too hard that has you reeling over the edge. He watches your eyes shut in blinding pleasure and then he feels his release. His cum marks the sheets.
Kregg looks at your fucked out figure. Marks adorn your body a fine handprint where Conquest had gripped your hips, puffed pussy from his tongue his eyes turn to the scratches on the other man. Kregg doesn’t have a mark from you. Nothing to tell him you were there besides the taste of cum on his tongue. He’d been a starved man. He finds himself becoming a jealous man. Envious that his resolve was a virtue when he could’ve felt you clenching around him. If you were a lesser woman your stamina would’ve depleted. He hears how your heart is steady your breath calm and then he places a searing kiss on your lips. The action has you chasing his lips for more until he pulls away.
“I want you to please your fellow soldier. On all fours.”
Conquest softly slaps his tip on your mouth you open. Kregg admires the arch in your back a new angle to admire you in as he nudges the head of his cock into your tightness. You pant and Conquest’s length falls out of your mouth. He begins to stroke himself as Kregg thrusts into you. Kregg slows his pace at the realization. He pulls your back to his chest and grabs your chin. You’re a mess of sounds each one pushing the men to a new peak.
Kregg whispers into your ear thrusts now stopped.
“Did I tell you to stop pleasing him?” you shake your head no words lodged in your throat
A slam of his hips.
“Words.”
“N-n-no" You stutter voice weak.
“Then prove your loyalties” He says trailing bite marks down your neck.
A pause.
Another slam.
He puts you on all fours again and Conquest holds his cock out waiting for you to suck.
Your pressure on Conquest intensifies as Kregg continues his brutal pace. You bob your head up and down as you explore every vein. Your tongue travels down and sucks his balls and back up to the tip where he places his hands in your hair holding you as he cums in your mouth. His chest rises and falls as he watches the way your throat swallows. His fingers brush your lips as Kregg’s fingers pinch at your nipples. Kregg relents and focuses on your clit. It takes one more thrust for his balls to tighten and release. You feel warm all over. Exhausted. You lay there, breathing steadily as Conquest pulls you closer to him.
a/n: jason bittersweetness this is basically how my ex broke up with me lol
“I wanted to see you” he swallows, his voice slightly unsteady “tell you in person”
You’re standing outside your house. He’s scared that if he goes in he won’t make it back out. He settles for standing in the coldness of the night. His ears are pink from the chill.
“I’m sorry for putting you through this. Sorry, for thinking I could handle this when I couldn’t. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
“I- You, weren’t wasting my time there was nowhere else I wanted to be.”
He hears the wobble in your voice and the strength it takes for you to speak without crying. He takes a deep breath before he continues. You’re a step away from each other, but the distance he’s built before this, feels like a canyon. You stand there lump in your throat the feeling heavy.
“It just- It feels like a cycle and I’m tired of putting you through it. I’m not good. I weigh you down I don’t handle things correctly. I push you away and you just I know-” his voice breaks. “that you deserve better.”
Your voice hardly a whisper scared of making the disappointment palpable. “Then... why couldn’t you be that for me?”
He shakes his head “You were never gonna get that from me. I tried I- I just don’t know how. Look you did nothing wrong. I want you to know that.” He grabs your face and tucks your hair behind your ears. He looks at you like you’re not real. Like you’re all the good in the world and that is exactly why he can’t hold you. Theres a softness in his eyes and a vulnerability in them you’ve never been quite able to soothe. Looking at him is intimate in all the ways you may never experience again. The tears escape you. He moves a fingertip over them, brushing them away and engulfs you in a hug. His gentleness has a cruelty to it. Maybe things would be better if he yelled if you hated each other, but you don’t- could never.
“I wish you could see yourself the way wish you could see yourself the way I see you”
It’s mean it’s abrupt.
“Maybe if you didn’t breakup with me”
He bends down eye level “It’s not your fault I need you to understand this. Please. Please say it.” He’s begging now pleading for your reassurance; you’re not sure if it’s to comfort you or his conscious. You hold your breath and his expectant look doesn’t waver it makes you falter. “It’s” a pause “not my fault” your voice feels weak. As if the admission were draining. He straightens up and stares down at you taking you in. The slope of your nose, your wet eyelashes, mouth deeply inhaling and exhaling for a sense of composure, cheeks rosy from tears the faint glimmer where the tears glided down, this breaks him. But he can’t stay; he knows it. Loving him isn’t safe. He knows he’s selfish for making the choice for you but he knows he's right.
“Jay” you ask voice so tiny he’d think it was a whisper of the wind.
“Can we kiss?” His heart stops. He thinks it over for a second and decides he’ll be selfish one last time. He can't let you go without remembering how you feel. The kiss is soft a contradiction to tonight’s cruelties. He feels your tears and his mingle into the kiss. You stay there lips interlocked for what you wish would be always. You become restless. Kissing him with pressure. You hope it’s enough pressure for him to weigh out his decision. The kisses escalate somehow aware that these may be the last kisses you’ll receive. Your lips are greedy they want to experience it all before he pulls away for what could be forever.
He takes you inside your house. It looks the same but feels foreign the warmth suddenly gone as if he took it with him. The pictures are still up, smiles bright and he feels guilt as he walks you up your stairs and into the bedroom. The bedside picture frame has been turned down. He remembers that day. It’s a picture Dick took you’re smiling in Jason’s hoodie bare faced as you squish your cheek against his. He can still hear your laugh in his ear. He wonders if he’s making a bad decision and considers taking it all back. But you’ve already cried and he can’t pull your heart in every direction. You sit in bed together in silence.
“Jason” you whisper “can you stay the night? Just one last time”
He doesn’t have it in him to say no. He just broke your heart he owes you this. You’re the woman he loves. He can spare his breaking heart another second if it makes yours ache less.
He rests against the headboard your head in his lap as he plays with your hair. You rub circles in his lap. It’s a dead-end attempt at comforting eachother.
“I want to hear your voice.”
He starts simple and speaks into the night. The moon his only witness.
When the sun rose that morning, your heart beat for him and when the sun traded places with the moon he broke it.
You’re the first thing he truly allows himself the pleasure of touching. Even now he conflicted as his raised hand falters. He knows what he is shouldn't be touching who you are. He lifts his hands again and gives your arm a gentle graze. A whisper of a touch. A silent test of whether or not you’ll crumble beneath his touch. He’s ruined everything his fingertips have ever held. He's infectious. His people a plague. He sees it now. Your skin is soft and supple, his ragged and rough. His face has scars while yours has moles; his skin has gashes where yours had scabs. He traces your features and works his way down. The slope of your nose, the taper of your shoulders, the rise and fall of calm breathing. He stops at your knee. There’s a small patch darker than the rest of your skin-a sign of healing. You tell him it’s from the time you ran on the playground in elementary. He didn’t know that there was innocence in pain. He imagines your wild laugh as you bolt through the blacktop and the innocence of the once bloodied bruise. He tells you how he lost his arm. He doesn’t touch you with his metallic arm. He believes it an extension of violence unto you. You’re soft, fragile, and he’s holding you afraid you’ll break. He’s afraid to be Conquest- a purpose born of torment. He was bred in bloodshed, and you are loved in light.
a/n: smut headcanons for when kregg gets on earth that bike does things to me
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who knows his mission is to repopulate the Viltrumite Empire
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s first few years on Earth are spent acclimating to human life
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who meets you in some shitty bar while he plays pool with a couple of people from a biking club
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who notices your glances from across the room and invites you to play pool
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who pretends to teach you how to play as he bends you over the pool table slotting his hips behind yours
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who despite his of his mission has not had sex with an Earth woman just yet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s confused the second you drop down to your knees ready to suck him
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who suddenly becomes weak and groans loudly as you sloppily suck him off
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s vocal
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who loves to paint your face with his cum
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who frequents the bar and hopes to find you for another late night sexcapade
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who feels like a virgin again at the prospect of all the poses you’ve yet to try
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who nearly loses it when he finds out about doggy ass jiggling as he harshly pulls your hips back into him
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who can’t wait to make it into the house one night and fingers you against his motorcycle in the moonlight
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who loves when you blow cigarette smoke into his face as you ride him soft whines reaching the shell of his ears
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who starts seeing you outside of the bar
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who discovers pinup posters and has them posted on his garage
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who has the great idea for you to become his personal pinup model
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s motorcycle gang taught him about porno mags and keeps a nude photo of you in his wallet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who has a difficult day doing Earth shit and gets off in the restroom to the blurry photo of his tip barely making its way into your sopping pussy your mouth gagged by your panties, nipples hard, and eyes glossy
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who’s a dirty talker as he whispers into your ear “you can take it right?” as he empties inside of you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who finds it cute whenever you try to run away from his brutal thrusts and is beyond excited once he finds out about bondage
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg loves the sound of your pulse quickening as he puts you through the mattress
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who becomes a sex fiend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who realizes that he hasn’t thought of procreating with anyone else but you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Kregg who knows that he should have many wives, but you’ve ruined him entirely hopefully the grand regent takes mercy on him?
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The bass bumps, music shaking every part of your being as your brow trickles with sweat, lights gleaming down on your heaving chest as the set comes to an end. You weave in and out of the crowd and stop at the water cooler before making your way out to the patio. The energy of the night comes to a standstill as you take a breather in the chilly night.
The silence of the night is broken by the constant movement of patrons entering and exiting. The city never sleeps. The door opens one last time the sound of hard drums escaping dies out with the small clicking of a lighter. The stranger takes a deep breath, exhaling smoke. You both stand still brisk air hair picking up in the wind.
You flip the top of the carton, open patting yourself down for your lighter, and pull it out. You bring the cigarette to your lips lighter, gently hovering at the end of it. You flick the lighter repeatedly, but the flecks of light never come. You turn to the stranger, finally looking at him. His piercings catch a soft glow from the moonlight. You begin to clear your throat lips slightly chapped from the nighttime coldness.
“Do you have a light?” you ask softly.
He looks at you and motions you to stand closer to him. Your cigarette loosely hangs in your mouth as you wait for him to pass you a light; that never comes. Without a word, he lowers himself to your level. Eyes meeting as he uses the end of his cigarette to light yours. He stays there for a brief second that encapsulates eternity and pulls away. You take a long drag as he watches the exhaled smoke curl around your face.
“Thank you” you whisper voice struggling to find itself after the gesture.
a/n: headcanons inspired by "the rock show" by blink 182 mohawk mark x alt!reader one thousand percent self-indulgent as an alt girly myself mentions of smoking, mention of body mods, smut towards the bottom
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's THAT guy in the pit who absolutely looks for people to beat the fuck out of
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's surprised when a force meets with his neck and connects with his jaw
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's even more surprised to see that reader windmilled his breath straight out his throat
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's eyes follow your every move since then
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who steps outside the venue for a break and sees you lighting up.
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who asks for a cig and you oblige. he takes a deep drag and smiles a bit when you apologize for rocking his shit
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who starts recognizing you at shows
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who enjoys his post show routine of sharing cigs and small chat with you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who is pleasantly surprised when you start approaching him outside of your regular smoke breaks
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves that you have music in common
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who enjoys seeing how you switch up your clothing and makeup looks
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who wants to be kissed silly by your dark lipstick and wants to see your goth makeup smeared on his pillow as he fucks you in doggy
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! would never admit that he loves it when you compliment him. his hair, battle jacket, piercings, everything gives him such a fat ego
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who you end up gifting a new patch for his battle jacket
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who later ends up protecting you from a crowd killer 5 times your size which lands him a date
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who becomes your boyfriend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who is an ASSHOLE to everyone but his girlfriend
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who will match a small chunk of his mohawk to your current hair color (he's so smug)
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who helps you dye your hair and loves the view of your kneeling backside towards him as you face towards the tub faucet
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who allows you to practice piercing on him and if it rejects/ gets infected it's no big deal for his viltrumite genes
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who wants to get matching piercings or tattoos
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who gets a custom lighter with a picture of you
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who doesn't dump out his ashtray because he likes the visual of you lip stick-stained cigs
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's a freak and doesn't wait to get home after a good show and ends up fucking you in the car tongue piercing working at your clit
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who eventually gets a tongue split which doesn't last long (viltrumite genes and all) but it was fun while it lasted
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves the feeling of you putting out your cigs on him it leaves him panting
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves to shotgun smoke while he's balls deep inside you warm smoke passing from your lips and to his
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who never lets you roll up and never buys you prerolls ITS ALL HIM
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who loves your piercings. loves the way your body jewelry catches in the light but is obsessed with the glimmer it catches surrounded by his cum
♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆ mohawk mark! who's so down bad for his girl
summary: marks a simple man really 4 different times mark talks about loving you and that damn dog
a/n: it was originally science dog in the comics! pretty freaking happy with this piece muah
Mark remembers growing up with you and Seance Dog. God the number of artists, runs, and retcons you’ve experienced together. You can’t help but giggle every time he uses Seance Dog as a measure of your time together. It’s something innocent and intimate being reminded that you’ve loved all versions of Mark.
The first time it happens is during a bake session with Debbie. Mark lays on the couch the sound of soft talking from the tv as he tries not to doze off. If you had a penny for every time Debbie spoke on you and young Mark well, you’d be filthy rich. You suppose you’re rich in other ways. While you beat the batter, she pulls out a cookie tray from the oven the smell wafting in the air. She takes off her oven mitts her clothes lightly dusted in a layer of flour.
“Do you remember The Snow Ball in middle school? Mark was so nervous to ask you. Sweating bullets. Couldn’t think of a single thing to put on a card to ask and when he did he thought it wasn’t good enough. I swept a whole lot of eraser shavings that week. Know what else, he told me he was gonna wear his lucky Seance Dog socks.”
“Mark honey, do you remember that?”
“Course I do, those were limited edition socks. It was when he went by the name of Science Dog. He was retconned at the time."
The second time he does it is on a double date with Rick and William. Rick is explaining the very moment he confessed to William, who’s looking at him with a soft smile and eyes that do all the talking.
“Man, I remember the day I confessed. I saved up bought us the Seance and Science Dog cross over run and we read it together. You should check it out.”
There goes another double date lost to Seance Dog. Amber wants to introduce you to her newest relationship after a shit round of ex-boyfriends she feels confident about this one. The only problem is you don’t get past much else but his name. As soon as you see Kyle’s shirt, it becomes a personal waiting game of yours to see how long it takes for Mark to mention you. Ten. It takes ten seconds.
“Oh my god you’re a fan?” he says as he motions to Kyle’s shirt
“You know it, I’m guessing you too?”
“Been watching since I was 12”
“What's your favorite run?”
“Gotta be the Filip Schaff run. A classic pick but what can I say my girl got me the omnibus for one of our anniversaries so I’m a little biased.”
You hear the voices swell in excitement as you walk up the stairs to his room. It’s one of those arguments with no real answer. The topic: the Seance Dog video game prequel or the main story. It’s a conversation with poised arguments. They discuss the storyline, the graphics, the score, and even the damn promo.
“Y’know Oliver, you just had to be there. I’m not saying the main game is better or anything, but I’d marry Y/N to that score.”
summary: after thragg's confrontation with the coalition goes awry thragg knows where he needs to be and what he needs to do
thragg x viltrumite!reader
a/n: spoilers for ep 7 might be ooc?? but i'd like to think ALL gruff men are DOWN BAD for their wives the baddest viltrumite is no exception
Thragg has no wife, no children, and no home. He’d sent his wife and heirs away to Earth while he fought- a safety measure to protect Viltrum’s future. He knows your womb has the power of creating the life that Viltrum’s declining numbers depend on; the power of creating new heirs belly swollen with possibility. It is then that he knows he's failed. Failed as a father, emperor, husband. The last word weighs heavy in his chest. His anger mingles with a sort of guilt a servitude, is it? He knows what he must do the moment he finds you.
Thragg is not one to grovel. His pride does not allow his anger does not make it a possibility. It is only you who is able to bring him to his knees. The woman you are and the mother you will be leave a gape in his chest and a tremble in his voice. When he sees you it feels as though his heart has stopped- it's only then he realizes how rapidly his pulse has been. He stands before you a shell of a man and lowers his eyes to meet yours. Your eyes swim with worry and he knows that what comes next will drown him. He gets on his knees kneeling before you. His voice has a slight edge. “My love, I’ve failed. We’ve no land, no people, just will. Our children will have no home because of my failures. For this I feel” he pauses and whispers a shaky breath “remorse.”
The Emperor of Viltrum on his knees before you he does not serve his people he serves you.
“Thragg” you say voice the same as ever-sure as ever. “You may consider today a failure but there is no limit to your merit as Emperor. You will succeed. We will get our justice. We shall prevail; we are without end.”
Thragg knows that this feeling is new. Anger so potent and raw that it elicits a single tear. He feels weak, ashamed, and yet somehow renewed with an insatiable bloodlust he will make it up to you and your children. He is honor-bound.
summary: your arranged marriage leads to your final conversation with knight! jason todd
content: angst?? longing and yearning
“When you are crowned Queen think of me frequently and fondly. Think of the warpath I’ve set ablaze in your honor, and the lives I’ve slain to lay ease to your mind. I do not do what I do for my people. I do it for you, my princess. There is no ruin I would not subject myself to if it was for your sake. And if it is ruin you want Princess, I must ask that my agony does not go unnoticed at the time of your marriage and the years to come after. If I am to be bested in battle, know that I would find my rightful side by you again. And I pray that the gods see my doings, hear my pleas, and would be kind enough to bestow a lifetime of peace in loving you.”
“My dearest Knight Jason, I hold you in the highest regard. I’ve known devotion because I’ve known you. I bask in the joy and tenderness of our time together and wonder how someone so adherent and infinitely bound to the nature of bloodshed is able to dote on me. Jason, I say this with all the love that has ever compelled a living being; there will not be a day where the likes of you do not cross my mind. It is not ruin, I seek Jason. It is the ardent desire I feel for you that is both my becoming and undoing. If you find the gods unkind and the agony of my marriage unbearable know that I take it upon myself to end your misery if you no longer wish to see me. If that is so, allow me to provide a residence on the outskirts of town with the means of living. If I am unable to provide a lifetime of love for you, I shall provide a lifetime of comfort.”
“I shall miss you, Princess. Your love has been my greatest privilege and greatest loss.”
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Debbie’s always known. Always known that Mark had loved you longer than he’d even known it. Debbie knows that every first of Mark’s start and continue with you. The first time mark gives you flowers is sometime in pre-school. His sneakers are caked with dirt and as he walks towards the tree you’re sitting at he stumbles over his own feet. He stretches his hand out shyly and asks to be friends. It’s the kind of thing Nolan told him girls like. Safe to say Nolan was right. When Debbie picks him up from school, she sees Mark’s made a friend. The kind of friend who makes matching flower bracelets.
Debbie thinks back to this one time at the playground where Mark in true uncoordinated fashion falls off the monkey bars. What she remembers is how she wasn’t the first at her son’s side-it's you. You give him comfort that makes the wells in his eyes dry and a comfort that makes a tired mom relax. She knows you have Mark’s back.
She thinks about this one Father's Day where he gifts Nolan a card. The card smells of crayon and Mr.Sketch cherry. The card reads in crooked writing and varying sizes “I can’t wait to save the day with you, HAPPY FATHERS DAY –Love Duct Tape man.” It’s the pictures that catch Debbie’s attention. There’s of course an Omniman drawing with comically large muscles carrying Debbie and right next to it is a picture of Duct Tape man colored in gray and silvers with the slight modification to his suit-flowers. It isn’t until later where she finds a picture of Duct Tape man carrying you in a way that mimics Nolan’s card. Nolan tells Debbie its some silly bout of puppy love that Mark will grow out of. Debbie doesn’t think so.
Debbie is always reminded of you when springtime rolls around. You’re the daughter she never had and the girl she always wanted. You’re a breath of fresh air from her rough housing boys. This day is just you and Debbie matching manicures, sun hats, and dress frills fill the house as you enter. Upon entering you see the boys sitting close on the couch waiting for their girls to come home. Nolan greets Debbie with a small peck on the cheek. Mark runs up to you, and he wonders if he should kiss you too. He missed you, waited for you, and thought about you all day if anything, he and Nolan were in the same situation, and he got a kiss. So, Mark, with all his best friend confidence, gives you a big kiss on the cheek. The Grayson parents immediately gasp and await your reaction. You’ve let out a fit of giggles, and Mark can’t help but join as he delightedly asks about your day. So yes, Debbie’s always known.
