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The castle of Eternia stood great, mighty, and proud under the bright sun, along under the watchful eye of the great Sorceress of Castle Grayskull. Her form flying under the sunlight as her shadow casts among the cobblestone ground.
Townspeople chattering with each other, a woman with a basket full of needed necessities of food, vegetables, preserved cloth-wrapped meat butchered from a local shop, and her little boy following in tow. His little feet pattering against the ground as he follows his mother, his hair bouncing with every step he took, his hand being held by his mother for him to stay close with her.
"Good morning, Madam!" The shop-keeper behind the wooden stall stood firm with their back straight, their smile wide as a greeting with their eyes trailing over the items on their stand. "What can I get for you today?"
...
Thunderous footsteps were heard behind the closed doors of Castle Eternia's Royal Hall, the great Masters Of The Universe carved on the cream colored limestone walls. The first king, King Athor, stood with his posture straight and tall, his head held high with his nose stood out.
His broad shoulders brought out the muscular veins of this forearms, his armor decorated with the crest of Eternia's blessing. His hair curled beautifully and gloriously. His face stone-firm and neutral. His eyes squinted with the readiness of a leader to fight against the enemy.
His beard long and curled. His position or pose stood with his sword, the tipped blade positioned downward with the handle held in his hand. Toned and poised.
The rest of the Kings of Eternia stood beside him, positioned the same way as King Athor.
The footsteps thundered closer and closer to the door, the guards remaining at their posts.
Thump—thump—thump—thump—thump—thump—thump...
The guards still remained at their posts.
The doors pushed open wide, a figure of a woman walked among the marbled-granite floor decorated with gold and white streaks, her hands clasped together in front of her royal dress.
She wore a whipped white cream colored dress, the back flowing with streams of glittered, sparkling stones from the Aquarii stars from Eternia's Galaxy.
As the sunlight shined against her, she glowed with dignity, authority, and pride. Her heels stepping against the Royal Halls, echoing like drums.
Her scarf wrapped aroung her neck, hanging loosely on her shoulders, extending further and further to match the back end of her dress.
Her hair bounces up and down with each authoritve step she took, her head held straight and high, her Hyperes earrings dangling around with the diamond jewels against her ears. The golden bracelet, engraved with initials of her name and her lovers name printed on the bracelet, jinggling like the sounds of peaceful, chiming bells among the Degron's month of Victory.
She greets the soldiers with a nod, her smile widening as she straightened back up. "Gentlemen" Her smile lowers softly to a polite smile, "I am here to see Prince Adam." She stated with kindness, her posture firm, yet calm.
"May I enter?"
The soldiers grab the handles, the door pulled away from each other to reveal the other side.
"Thank you." She says.
"Your Majesty." The soldiers bow with the followed reply, closing the wooden doors with a groaned thunk behind her. She turns her head to look back, the doors now shutted behind her.
She heavily sighs while releasing the cramped clasp of her hands, grabbing the crown from her head and walking towards the bed of Prince Adam.
She throws the crown on the bed, turning around to sit and she does. She fiddles with the hem of her sleeves, tucking away a strand of her (H/C) hair behind her ear.
"I know you're hiding, Cringer." She states with a playful chuckle. A shuffle heard with a soft, low purr as the woman sitting on top of the bed busts a small chuckle from her chest. "Come on, Cringer. I'm here." She calls out to the fearful green tiger hiding under the massive bed.
Cringer's paws peaked out a little bit, then his snout, then he slithers himself out and he stood before her.
"I really didn't want to go." Cringer purrs while letting his head plop on top of her legs. "Adam wanted me to go and train with him."
"Oh, I know. But, think about it. You'd be the most fearsome, powerful green, adorable tiger there is! You'll have the courageous power from the sword that Adam has been chosen to weild. And, with the great courage from your friends, from Adam, from me..." Cringer looks down, his brows pinched together in thought. The woman grabs the green tigers chin, gentle guiding his eyes towards hers.
"And most of all, the courage from yourself too. You are brave, kind, fearless and strong. You know I love you, and you know Adam loves you. So, between both of us. We know you can do this."
She hugs the fluffy cat, giving him ear scratches in return. The tigers eyes flutter in pleasure as she pets and scratches his ear and head at the same time.
...
Later that day, around the middle of the afternoon. Cringer resumes to hide in his little spot, his hiding spot he explains.
The woman sits at the little desk-table right next to the open doors of the bedroom, the bedroom curtains flowing with the ruffling summer sounds of trees as a white noise.
She dips the pen in the ink. With the tilt of her head to the left, leaning slightly further into the paper, her handwriting clearly written with pretty curls and swiveling lines, yet written beautifully with such grace and speed.
She provides with focus and purpose with the tip of her pen sprinting across the page, humming a soft lullaby her mother sang to her when she was small.
...
Prince Adam enters his room, huffing and puffing, his skin glowing with sweat from the recent rescue nearby Eternia's kingdom. His armor felt tight around his body, the belt a little bit worn and the medal plates among his body showing scratches and dented marks.
"Hello, Your Majesty." The girl spoke up first, her focus still remaining on the written paper.
She places the pen down, standing up and walking towards Prince Adam. His height looming over her as he huffed and puffed. "I've missed you." He sighs.
"I bet you have, but for now, you should probably change back and take a nice, warm bath and take one long rest." She whispers, her nails trailing along his face, going from his cheek, then to his chin.
"Go on." She urges him with a nod, gesturing to the private bathing room across them both. He leans for a kiss, his lips near hers. She places a finger on his lips, stopping him for the moment as he tries to avoid her fingers and aim for her lips.
He tries multiple times, making the girl giggle as he tries. His voice muffled with a groan, "Mm—please." He whimpers, he pulls back and sighs. "I miss you."
"I know. And I missed you too." She teases, kissing the tip of his nose. She pats his shoulder and sends him off. "Bath. Now.
He groans with his head hung back, dragging himself to the bathing room, returning back to his regular, civilian state.
...
Adam lays in bed on his side, staring at the woman across from him, sitting at his desk with the pen scribbling across the pages. Her focus so intense and drawn, she softly mumbles among the paper as she whispers to herself out loud, hers eye betraying the thoughts and ideas in her head as she tries to write down something on the paper.
"(Y/N)." He draws his voice, extending it further. "My love." He calls once again, her mind elsewhere on the papers, than with him. She continues to write further and further.
Adam pulls away the sheets, standing up as he walks over to (Y/N).
"(Y/N)..." He draws out again, kissing behind her ear as he gives peppered pecks. "Come lay with me." He huskily whispers with one tiny nibble from his teeth on her ear lobe. She chuckles, a small sigh leaving her.
"Adam, I have to get this done."
"My love... You know that can wait until morning." He kisses her neck, the hardened boner clearly evident on his pant, tightening even more, the evidence of his... Extra large amount of happiness showing through the mirror.
"Adam..." She warns him, her hand on his. "Adam."
"(Y/N)." He replies back, his teeth exposed from the grin. He knows. Oh, he knows he getting it.
"Adam—" She stands up with her palm wrapped around his wrist, her thumb brushing against it.
"Adam, what did I say?"
"Hmm?" He tilts his head, his brows pulled forward with his chest showing small bursts.
"Adam, what did I say?"
Oh.
Oh, ho.
Something in him stirred a little bit.
Something...
Unexpected. That's for sure.
"Oh, I don't know. I can't really remember." He shrugs, clearly trying to pry something.
"Stop, Adam."
"Mm–mm. Nope." He laughs, scooping her up, his muscular arms holding her up which made her yelp a little.
"Adam!" She gasps while trying to figure out a way to get out of his grasp. Her legs dangling while he threw her over his shoulder.
"It's my turn."
...
Something happened.
He doesn't know. She doesn't know.
But, something happened.
Right now, at the moment, he lays on the bed moaning while gripping the bed sheets under his knuckles, his shirt risen a little higher to show his abs. His pants, however...
Her head bobs up and down, the slurping and sucking sounds of her mouth and saliva against his thick cock. His head hitting the pillow and his eyes screwed shut, his mouth hung open as his silent moans were completely heard only by the wind.
"A–Ah. Ha–Holy..." He stutters dumbly, so drunk at the sight of his lover on her knees sucking him dry with no remorse. Bobbing up and down, her hand grasping around the shaft, slithering with a grip that the skin follows beneath her hand.
"Mm." She purrs while sucking harder, pulling back to rub him further to the tip. "Ah, now look who's drunk? Hmm?" She quirks a brow with smile, pausing her rubs, the grip loosens.
Adam raises his head, "I– Wh–Wait! No, don't stop." He pleads, shaking his head and panting.
"I promise. I promise I'll be good!" He moans, "Please, don't stop. Mm— So close!"
"Hmm." She hums with her index finger tapping against her chin. "You sure about that?" She asks with a little tilt of her head. "Hmm?"
Adam nods with no words.
"Mm—I don't know." She drags her tongue from his balls, taking one, long lick up to the tip. A small, gleaming, creamy single drop of pre-cum falling.
"Oh, look at you." She tsks. "You're so close."
"Please, oh. Please, (Y/N). Please." He begs with his hips thrusting to nothing, his pitched moans showing proof of the unfinished release.
"I... I need..."
"Need what, my love? What is it?" She coaxes, "Come on, what is it?" She encourages, flicking her tongue on the tip of his cock, giving peppered kisses and kitten licks.
The feeling made him shudder, the mushroom tip burning red like fire.
"Please, let me cum." He begs, pleading for relief. "Please."
Her smile broadens with a soft shrug. "As you wish."
Adam quirks a smile, his eyes remaining on her. His head then falls right back on the pillow, his chest rising and falling with him ready to release.
(Y/N) had other plans.
"You know, you've been a bad boy, Adam." She states, pulling her scarf away from her throat. Adam raises his head again, his brows pulled in confusion.
"W–What?"
"You've been naughty." She says while sitting up, straddling him with the mushroom tip touching his stomach.
"I... I..."
"I've been so busy, you knew I had to finish the letter to send to the others." She starts teasing the tip, then she grinds herself on top. Adam, however, could feel something resonating from her fingers.
Adam sees a white glow from her fingertips, touching the tip which made him whimper. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm promise I won't do it again." He pleads.
"Oh." She tsks while shaking her head. The white glow trails over his body, her palm now pressed on his stomach. With just one touch, he moans loudly with a groan, long streams of cum spewing to the sky, making her chuckle.
Adam falls limp, completely spent like he ran for miles. His veins pumping, exposed by his sweaty skin.
"Adam?" (Y/N) calls, pulling his chin to make him look at her, his eyes loopy and cum-drunk. He makes a sound to let her know he's listening, panting heavily like a dog.
For anybody who seen this here, I am currently working still on the Invincible yandere story. I do apologize for the heavy long haitus or wait or something like that. I've been busy with school and work.
It's been pretty heavy and a lot. I'm loosing a bit of motivation where writers block is beginning to bite back.
hii idk if you’re taking reqs but could you write something where sub!he-man is jealous that his magical (maybe even daughter of the sorceress typeshit) hot smart baddie gf can't give him attention because she's busy with something and he's all whiny just desperate for her so she has to show him who he's messing with and putting him on his place (that is being a pretty himbo
olss love your work (and we need more he-man asap
Hmm lemme see if I could tryyyy...
Gimme a few days, I'm so sorry that I have replied at all today to you! My bad, been busy lately!
𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝟬𝟮 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Mark and (Y/N) finally reunite, leading to cozy hangouts at her place and late-night dinners. When Mark invites her to his place, she happily accepts.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Omni-Man + Invincible | [Nolan + Mark Grayson] x Reader
𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬: (F/N) = (Father's Name) and (M/N) = (Mother's Name). Just wanted to let you know. Once again, I'm not really much of a writer, but I try so... Heh. Hope you like this one!
P.S. maybe one small peak of smut or something I guess. Or maybe a major.
I don't know what.
ANYWAYS.
☁️ | — [GRAVITY MASTERLIST]
Mark and (Y/N) strolled quietly through the neighborhood, their conversation floating between favorite childhood snacks and the weird quirks of high school life. Mark, though casual on the surface, found himself hanging on every word. There was something about her presence—light, calming, magnetic. He wanted to lean closer. He wanted to know her, truly, completely—her thoughts, her history, her heart. Everything.
They reached his house and stopped at the curb, standing shoulder to shoulder. The two teens looked up at the home before them.
Mark’s house stood tall—clean lines, semi-beige exterior with elegant wooden paneling that gave the place a warm, high-end feel. A white Chevy Malibu rested in the driveway, framed by neatly trimmed bushes lining either side of the garage. A brick chimney reached toward the sky, completing the cozy, suburban image. The second floor peeked over the roofline, suggesting more space than the average home.
“Wow…” (Y/N) breathed, her eyes wide with a smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve got a big house.”
Mark grinned at the compliment, clearly pleased. “Yeah, I get that a lot,” he replied as he stepped onto the path leading to the front door. His hand reached for the keys, but when he turned back, she was still standing there.
“Oh!” he blinked, suddenly remembering. “Do you wanna come in? We’re having oven-baked mustard and garlic scallops for dinner. You like scallops?”
He gave a hopeful smile, his hand still resting on the strap of his backpack, keys dangling between his fingers.
(Y/N) smiled back, but it wavered slightly as she glanced off to the side. “I do… But I really should get home. My parents would freak if I wasn’t back to help with my baby sister,” she said, chuckling softly at her own excuse. “She can be a handful.”
Mark’s expression fell—just for a second. He quickly recovered, nodding with understanding. “Ah, no worries. I get it. I mean, I’m an only child, so I don’t really get it, get it—but I can imagine.”
She winced playfully. “Sorry again—”
“Hey,” Mark interrupted with a laugh, holding up a hand. “It’s fine, really. Maybe next time. If there’s ever a night you’re free.”
She smiled with a little sigh. “Sounds great.”
“Cool…” Mark murmured, a small grin tugging at one corner of his mouth. He gave her a wave, then turned to unlock the door. With one last glance, he stepped inside and let the door shut behind him.
(Y/N) stood still for a moment, her eyes lingering on the door. Her lips parted slightly as if to say something, but no words came. She exhaled, then turned and started down the sidewalk, her footsteps quiet and steady as she made her way home. The sun dipped lower behind her, painting long shadows across the pavement.
She didn’t know she was being watched.
From one of the second-story windows, a pair of eyes tracked her every step. Hidden behind the glass, someone stood still, silent—just a shallow fog of breath brushing against the windowpane. The figure didn’t move. They only stared, eyes trailing her retreating form until she disappeared around the corner.
And then the breath against the glass deepened... slow... deliberate... waiting.
...
At a house down a block, the cozy home is decorated with white brick painted exterior walls, the wooden door black with a glass peek window on the top of the door, a schlage century touch entry handleset with a latitude lever as the door knob sat patiently to be opened, the middle of the door used a paper mail slot on the outside.
The sunlight from the morning sun shines brightly as it pierces its way through the glass panels of the house.
A pre-teen boy rides his bike with his headphones on his ears, smoothly riding his bicycle as he listens to his music, nodding along with the lyrics as he throws a chunk of newspapers at the door. Unfazed as he proceeds to ride his bike, the newspaper hits the door with a loud thud, falling straight down to the floor in front of the door.
Muffled thumps of footsteps walk towards the door, twisting the knob downward and pulling it inwardly in the house. The man stood tall around 6'3, his tired (E/C) eyes with a slight groan from his lips, he bends down and grabs the bundled up newspapers, his eyes reading the headline of the newspapers.
'SOCIETY PRESS NEWS | SOLARIS & OMNI-MAN SAVE THE DAY AGAIN! GALTRON DEFEATED BY THE HELP OF THE GUARDIANS OF THE GLOBE! PRESIDENT SEEKING PRESS MEETING FOR STEP-UP ON GUARDIANS OF THE GLOBE!..."
The man couldn't help but let a chuckle slip from his lips, the pupils from his eyes scanning left to right all the way down as he reads each and every word in detail from the battle and back. His hair is a little ruffled and messy due to his late night activities, he nods as he pulls himself back inside the house and closes the door, the newspaper still in his hand as he continues to read.
"Hey, Honey! Whatcha readin'?" His wife's voice calls from the kitchen, the soft clatters from the kitchen catching his attention for a moment, but then returning back towards the newspaper.
"Oh, you know... The usual business... Catching thieves... Stopping villians..." His voice responds through the dining room as he grabs the chair, pulling it away from the dining table and comfortably sitting with his left leg lifting up and over the right leg, letting it rest as he reads out loud. His coffee all ready and piping hot in his grey ceramic mug. "... And the president seeking a conference about the Guardians of the Globe?"
His voice fell to confusion as he read that last part quietly to himself as he scrunched his nose in question with a quizzical audible tone in his voice.
"Honey? Everything alright?" His wife's voice shouts through the kitchen, a quiet curse under her breath as something fell from her clumsy hand.
"Y-Yeah, everything's fine!" He replies as he mumbles the words from the paper as he reads, a look of unease and concern etched in the crinkle of his brow and on his lips.
"Huh... That's funny." He spoke as he finished reading the paper, throwing down on the table with the index knuckle on his finger rests on the upper rim of his mouth, his back leaning back on the chair as he thinks.
"What's funny?" His wife returns from the kitchen with a plate of eggs, hash browns, toast and sausage. She places the plate down in front of him with her own coffee mug with her and a coffee pot in hand as she pours herself some coffee, the milk and sugar right in front of her.
"Look." He gives the paper to her, (M/N) grabbing it at the end and letting herself read it, she mumbles out a few words and a nod. "Huh, the president is holding a meeting?"
"I guess." He shrugs with a sharp exhale from his nose as he returns to his relaxed leaned position, rubbing his chin in thought as his brain wraps around it all.
"So, that means you'll be going, huh?" His wife questions with her voice low and quiet, her fingers messing with the spoon in her coffee, a look in her eyes as her husband's eyes rises towards her.
"Honey..."
"Do you really have to go?" She spoke up as she huffs in irritation at the paper, a firm tone on her tongue as the brows from her eyes pull together. "I mean, really? Why another? Why?"
She slams the paper on the table and drinks her coffee in anger.
"Honey..."
"And— I mean—... Cecil has enough hero's... Enough!"
"Sweetheart, look at me."
(M/N) tenses and lets her eyes look towards the man. His own eyes softening at her worried state.
He grabs her hand in his, the size three times larger than hers.
"You know how much I love you... And the kids." He gently speaks as he lowers his head to make her look at him, "... Right?"
She nods in a somber reply as she sniffs a little with a small, tiny tear escaping from the corner of her eye.
"And you know how (Y/N) has grown... I mean—really grown." He adds as she slowly nods with her pupils falling to the floor.
(F/N) uses his index finger and his middle finger to pull (M/N)'s chin towards his face, making her look at him. Both of them know how (Y/N)'s powers have increasingly grown over time, starting at the early age of fifteen. When her powers began to show some signs, (F/N) knew that someday she will use them for the greater good. For the world, for her family, for herself.
"I'm just... I'm worried, (F/N)." Her voice cracked as she couldn't hold the tears that were building up, her husband pulling her closely to his chest as she cries deeply in his arms.
"What if it's gonna happen like last time?" She whispers with a quivering tone, her hands grasping firmly on his shoulders, her nose buried in the crevice of his neck as she sobs.
"It's not." He rubs her back in soothing circles as she tries to calm down. "It won't."
He holds her closer as he thinks hard and clear as much as he could with his eyes gently darkening in a protective gaze.
"I won't let it happen..."
...
(Y/N) sleeps peacefully in her bed... in a compromising position as she softly snores with her mouth hung open, a small part of drool falling from the corner of her mouth.
The door pushes open as a shadow reveals itself on her bed, a small streak of morning sunlight peaking through the curtains.
The curtains push away from each other and (Y/N) groans in protest as she uses her pillow to cover her eyes. "Cover them. Cover them." Her voice spoke through the pillow that was muffled, trying her best to go back to sleep.
"Good morning, Sunshine! The world says hello!" Her father turns around and walks to the bed, throwing himself on the bed, (Y/N) yelping from the sudden weight of the 200 pound 53 year old man on her bed with his muscular body laying on his side.
"Dad, what the—"
"Ah-ah, come on! Let's go! We gotta get ready for school." He shakes his head with a laugh, standing back up as he walks around the bed, (Y/N) flopping herself back in her sleeping position.
Her father grabs the edges of the bedded blankets and pulls them off her body, making her pull herself close and groan, trying to reach for the blanket.
"I don't wanna go." She groggily mumbles with her head rising up high, and then slamming down on her puffy pillow, groaning loudly as she tries, tries to resume with her sleep.
"Uh-uh. Up. Now, little missy."
"Oh, Dad, Please!" She begs as she pouts, sighing as she gets up with a glare, her hair all over like a tornado and a hurricane has come as one. "Damn it." She mutters under breath, walking like a slug towards her closet to search for any outfits to wear.
"Language." Her father calls out, his head peaking out of her door as he raises a brow with a gentle, playful glare.
...
Everyone had already gathered in the dining room, waiting for breakfast to be served.
(Y/N) came down the stairs, her hair still slightly damp from her shower. She was already dressed, her backpack slung over one shoulder and her binder tucked securely in her arms.
She slipped into her usual seat at the table, immediately opening her novel. Her eyes moved quickly across the pages, fully absorbed in the story.
“Breakfast is ready!” her mother announced cheerfully, setting plates down in front of everyone.
(Y/N) placed her book aside and picked up her fork, spearing a sausage and taking a bite. The flavor settled pleasantly, and she took a moment to enjoy it.
“So good,” her younger brother mumbled through a mouthful of food, crumbs spilling out as he spoke.
“Gross,” (Y/N) said with a slight grimace, taking a bite of her toast, generously spread with her favorite jam.
Before long, everyone had finished eating. Their mother gathered the plates while the kids thanked her and started grabbing their things for school. (Y/N) was already ready, her bag on her shoulders and her binder in hand.
“Bye, Mom,” she said, leaning in to kiss her mother’s cheek before hurrying out to the car where her father was waiting.
“Bye! Be careful!” her mother called after her.
(Y/N) opened the passenger door and slid into the car, shutting it gently behind her. Her father started the engine, and they pulled away, the ride to school passing in a quiet, easy silence.
When they arrived, (Y/N) stepped out and gave a small wave as her father drove off, the car disappearing down the street.
She made her way through the busy halls until she spotted Mark at his locker, turning the dial before pulling it open. He sifted through his books and papers, searching for something, then turned—only to find (Y/N) standing there with a soft, welcoming smile.
“Hi,” she said, holding her binder close as she walked over.
Mark’s face lit up. He shut his locker, clicking the lock back into place and spinning the dial.
“Hey. Glad you’re here,” he replied, turning fully toward her as they started walking side by side, their shoulders nearly brushing.
They walked together, chatting and laughing softly as they made their way to homeroom. When they arrived, they waited by the classroom door, talking quietly until the teacher appeared. As the bell rang, the teacher unlocked the door and held it open, welcoming the students inside.
“Morning, guys,” the teacher greeted. One by one, the students stepped in, taking their assigned seats and pulling out their books and pens, ready to start the day.
“Alright, let’s begin, shall we?” the teacher said, signaling the start of class.
...
The class wrapped up as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of first period. Students filed out of the room and lingered in the hallway, chatting with their friends while they waited for the next class to start.
Will, Mark, and (Y/N) stood together, laughing as they traded jokes. Mark and Will were already learning a bit more about (Y/N) as they talked.
When the bell rang again for second period, they grabbed their bags and headed off to their next classes. The three split up, though Will shot Mark a knowing smirk as they walked.
“You like her, don’t you?” Will narrowed his eyes with a teasing smile. Mark nearly tripped, his books slipping in his hands as he froze, startled by the sudden question.
“W-What? Who? Who what now?” he stammered, eyes wide in shock at the casual accusation.
"You heard me."
"Will, wha—"
“You heard me, Mark.” Will’s smirk deepened as he leaned in, closing the space between them in a teasingly close way. Mark instinctively leaned back, eyes wide, while Will’s grin only grew sharper.
"You like her."
"I—"
"Admit it."
"Wha—"
“Come on, Mark. Just admit it.” Will finally steps back, giving him space. Mark scoffs, but the sudden rush of red across his cheeks betrays him. His eyes dart around the room as if searching for an escape, until he finally exhales and slumps forward in defeat.
"Okay."
“Okay, what?” Will’s smirk only deepened as he crossed his arms over his chest, settling into a stance that made it clear he wasn’t letting this go.
“…I like her. Happy now?” Mark’s face cooled from bright red to a softer pink as he rubbed the back of his neck, then buried his face in his hands in pure embarrassment.
“I knew it!” Will burst into laughter, leaning back before slinging an arm around Mark’s shoulders and steering him away from his locker. Mark’s cheeks somehow managed to burn even hotter, his gaze darting anywhere but at Will as he tried to keep himself composed.
“I had a feeling,” Will added with a smug grin, adjusting the strap of his backpack.
“Yeah, yeah. Congratulations, detective,” Mark shot back, his sarcasm softened by the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
He glanced over his shoulder and noticed his locker still hanging open. With a quick pivot, he hurried back, shut it, and spun the knob into place.
“Alright, we should get going.”
...
The bell rings that day to show that school has ended. Mark, (Y/N) and Will leave from out of the doors, walking down the steps of school that was closer to the curb. Will waves at both (Y/N) and Mark, Will giving them a salute, "Catch you love birds later."
Mark blushes with his shoulders tensing, his eyes turning towards the corner of his eye to see (Y/N) a little tense, but a little relaxed as well.
Will laughs as he walks all the way back home, leaving only Mark and (Y/N).
"So..." (Y/N) starts to break the awkward silence between them, looking at Mark as he exhales a little while fully turning his body towards her. "Should we go?"
"Yeah, we should..." He replies, his eyes observing her features, taking note of her eyes and the crevice of lips, the crinkle of when she scrunches her nose with a smile while giggling.
"Do you uh..." Mark hesitates with his voice softly cracking a little, (Y/N) taking one step closer to him as she encourages him. "Yes?"
"Would you... like to... uhm... would you...?" Mark stutters while trying to speak clearly, his palms sweating non-stop as he feels a drop of sweat falling from the side of his head.
"Would you like to have dinner?" Mark finally asks, cringing a little bit with his eyes squinting closed as the left eye peaks open for an answer.
(Y/N) giggles at his stance, his nervousness radiating a little bit as she nods. "Yes, of course."
"Really?"
"Yes. What time?"
"Uh... Tonight? At my house?" Mark answers with his nerves now calming slowly, a small bit of his breath releases with ease.
"Okay, sounds good." She smiles as she walks ahead a little bit from Mark. Mark stood still as he feels the rapid pounding beats of his heart throbbing over and over with glee, the tip of his ears changing color as he wants to jump in the air and scream with joy.
(Y/N) pauses and looks back as she sees his figure just standing there and staring, "Hey, you coming?"
Mark releases himself from his daydreaming daze, shaking his head and he comes back into reality. "Oh, yeah, hold on, wait up!"
Mark quickly follows beside her, both of them chatting away with what happened with themselves and the usual. Both of them walking side by side with each other with their shoulders brushing lightly against themselves.
...
Mark and (Y/N) make it to Mark's house, Mark walking towards the front door and pulling out his house keys. Mark opens the door and lets (Y/N) walk in first, (Y/N) nods in thanks and steps inside, her eyes trailing all over the rooms as she chuckles.
"This is a big house you got here."
Mark closes the front door and locks it. "Yeah, I know."
"Mark, Are you home?" A pitched voice calls, Mark responding while putting his jacket on the hook. (Y/N) follows while adjusting her backpack on her shoulder.
"Yes, I'm home. I brought a friend too." He responded while placing his keys in the bowl, he nods forward. The woman in the kitchen with a bowl held underneath her chest with her hand closed around the bowl, using the whisking utensil to mix a couple of ingredients together.
(Y/N) stood near the doorframe, Mark walks around (Y/N) to introduce her. "Mom, this is (Y/N)." He starts, his mother turning as she sees.
"Oh, hello! Mark told me a lot about you." She greets while removing the apron from her body, hanging it near the door to the backyard. "I was just beginning to put the dessert in the oven. Tell me, do you like (Favorite Dessert)?" She smiles, grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer on the left near the oven, pulling the mitts on and placing it on the bottom rack.
"I love it!" (Y/N) agrees, beaming happily as she watches.
"Perfect! Dinners almost ready. Would you like something to drink?" His mother heads to the cupboard on the top near the fridge, rising to grab a glass cup.
"Uh... Water's fine."
...
Mark leans against his bed, the paper on his binder rests as his legs become a support, the pencil gently tapping as he ponders the answer.
7. Balanced Equation:
fe + o2 → fe2o3
Mark bits the top of his eraser as thinks, staring at the question with confusion.
"4Fe + 3O₂ → 2Fe₂O₃." A voice calls out, making Mark blink twice and look over.
"It's 4Fe + 3O₂ → 2Fe₂O₃. To the question your stuck on..." (Y/N) scoots closer to Mark, their shoulders touching as he could feel it like hot boiling water, his head sweating with his fingers clamped beside his body to try and control the close proximity.
Her perfume intoxicates his nose, the aroma of her perfume making him feel a tingle through his body.
The way her body leans over...
Her chest, her skin, her smell...
Uhmp! No! Pull yourself together, Mark! Get your head in the game!
(Y/N) proceeds to explain the equation, her eyes staring at his own as he swallows the lump in his throat, her lips round and tempting, wanting to touch them with his own. His fingers twitching.
"Mark? You okay?" (Y/N) calls his name, even her voice sounded like angels punching the gongs of Christmas bells.
His instincts took over, his hands having a mind of his own, weaving through her hair to pull her to his lips, the flavor of her lips tasted on his tongue, salivating to drink it all like water. Her hands on his shoulders to hold herself right and straddling the man, a groan felt through his throat as his eyes flutter, his fingers digging underneath her shirt to feel the skin of her back.
Her small fingers pull his shirt over his head, throwing it anywhere in the room, his pants pulled and her delicate, yet careful hands roaming on his chest, her nails grazing against his skin. Her finger nails gifting him goosebumps with a shuddering gasp as she combs her left hand on his neck.
Her fingers trace invisible shapes and words, her palm slowly trails down between his pecks to his stomach. The pace of her hand so teasing, the obvious bricked-up log between his thighs burning with such hunger and pleasurable pain, his hips having a mind of its own, moving up for some sort of felt, ghost-like friction.
(Y/N) gasps with her breath shaking, the feeling unknown against her skin as Mark licks her neck and giving one small nibble, leaving three kisses around the branded and bitten mark against her skin. "M-Mark..."
He continues his hungry pursuit, groaning while his lips smack and slap against her neck with such feverish taste. "Mm?" He responds, picking the first button off her shirt, then down to the second, then to the third, then the fourth. All while he proceeds with marking her neck as his personal territory to taste and remember.
"Yes?" He breathes down her neck, pulling away the opening of her shirt, giving one long lick of a strip for her to have, kissing from the top of her chest, then down to one open, exposed breast.
Sucking and licking as she moans.
"Mark..." She softly gasps, her head hanging back. "Mark..."
He continues, not stopping as he kisses her chest.
"Mark..."
He arches her back, giving him a little more access as he kisses her chest, thrusting up against her for that distant friction.
Mark...
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Mark...
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
Mark...
He has her on all fours as he pounds from behind, his hand gripped loosely, yet tightly in between as he pulls her back on him, his hand around her neck as he thrusts. Her body reverberates, like shockwaves against the muscles of her body.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
...
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
...
"Mark!" A voice calls him back to reality, he does a sharp inhale, a couple of blinks and he's back.
"I– Uh–... What– What happened?"
"You blanked out. You've been staring at me for almost a whole 15 minutes." She replies while pulling his binder away from him, setting it down on his bed, along with his textbook, his pencil and highlighter. She repositions herself to a comfortable sitting, directly next to his body. "What's on your mind?"
Mark slowly trails his eyes to his feet, his brows pulled together with either question or curiosity.
For anybody who seen this here, I am currently working still on the Invincible yandere story. I do apologize for the heavy long haitus or wait or something like that. I've been busy with school and work.
It's been pretty heavy and a lot. I'm loosing a bit of motivation where writers block is beginning to bite back.
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: It was just another ordinary day for Mark and Nolan—until she appeared. Mysterious. Mesmerizing. Dangerous. One glance, and everything mundane shattered. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was inevitable. Now, nothing else matters. Not work. Not school. Not even each other. Obsession blooms where routine once lived... and someone is bound to get hurt.
𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝟬𝟭 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Introductions: the gateway to new beginnings. At least for Mark and (Y/N).
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Omni-Man + Invincible | [Nolan & Mark Grayson] x Reader
𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬: (H/N) stands for (Hero/Name). Feel free to pick any superhero name you like. This is my first-ever Invincible fanfic. I just think Nolan and Mark are hotties. I'm not much of a writer, but I'm giving it my all. I hope you guys dig it!
☁️ | — [GRAVITY MASTERLIST]
Morning birds flitted across the sky, chirping as they hopped from branch to branch. The tree’s leaves rustled softly in the breeze, whispering like secrets passed between friends. On the ground below, cars rolled past buildings, and people moved briskly along the sidewalks, caught up in the rhythm of their daily routines.
The 'Bread & Butter Café' stood calmly at the heart of it all, a small crowd gathered outside. Locals chatted quietly, some with partners, as they waited in line. The café’s entrance, framed by beautifully carved wooden doors and large, spotless prism-like windows, offered a warm invitation.
Sunlight bounced off the display glass, while the awning above provided a gentle shade. Tree shadows danced lightly across the windows, adding a touch of nature’s artistry.
“Good Lord, I’m tired,” William groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked drained, his backpack slung low as he stood beside his friend, Mark. “Who thought partying at midnight was a good idea? Definitely not me.”
Mark smirked. “What did you expect? Three shots of tequila and a whiskey chaser weren’t exactly a sleep aid.”
Will shot him a glare, then dramatically planted both hands on his hips, mimicking a scolding parent. “For your information, I only tried that whiskey because my dad never lets me.”
Straightening up, he tapped three fingers to his chest and gave a cocky little grin. “Besides, I look old enough. He’ll never know.”
Mark laughed, shaking his head. “Sure, Will. Whatever you say.”
Just then, a family of four approached the café doors. The father, clean-shaven and neatly dressed in a burgundy sweater and pressed navy pants, looked every bit the picture of calm. His polished shoes shined, and a leather satchel hung from his shoulder. His hair caught the light, revealing two faint streaks of white on one side.
His eyes scanned the waiting crowd—some visibly impatient, others chatting casually in groups.
Beside him stood his wife, her highlighted hair gleaming in the sun, her eyes smiling as she watched their daughter unlock the doors. She wore a white sleeveless top under a soft, cozy cardigan and black pants paired with crisp white sneakers. In her arms, their baby girl slept peacefully, wrapped snug in a swaddling cloth. The mother gently rocked her, whispering soothing words.
Their daughter—clearly familiar with the morning rush—opened the café doors with a practiced hand and flipped the sign to "OPEN." A ripple of excitement passed through the waiting line as people began filing in.
“Thanks for your patience, folks!” the father called out cheerfully, placing his satchel on a table near the register. “Had a bit of a morning adventure. You know how that goes.” His warm presence drew chuckles from the crowd.
“Now then... shall we begin?”...
...
The café buzzed with energy as customers flowed in and out, the day unfolding in its usual rhythm. Mark and Will edged closer to the counter, waiting for their turn. Mark’s eyes wandered around the shop, taking it all in as he stood quietly in line.
The café’s interior had a clean, minimalist vibe—white walls, modern chairs neatly arranged for guests looking to relax. Sunlight streamed through the windows, keeping the plants by the front window glowing with life. By the register, a glass display case showcased an array of golden-brown, freshly baked pastries, each more tempting than the last.
A gentle voice caught Mark’s attention.
“Sweetie, could you take this to Table 2, please?” the woman at the counter asked, handing a tray to her daughter. The girl stepped forward just in time, gripping the tray by its edges and pulling it close to her chest as she walked carefully across the floor.
As she passed Mark, she glanced in his direction and offered a soft, fleeting smile before continuing toward the couple seated by the window. With practiced ease, she delivered their drinks and desserts.
“One Venti mocha strawberry smoothie, one Venti chocolate chip swirl, and two raspberry truffle cakes. Enjoy!” she said cheerfully. The couple responded with warm thank-yous before diving into their treats.
Mark watched her return to the counter, her smartwatch beeping as she glanced down at the time. He looked at his own watch—and his eyes widened.
“Crap, Will! We’re gonna be late!” he whispered urgently. They stepped forward, quickly giving their orders to the cashier, who nodded and began entering them into the system.
Meanwhile, the girl untied her apron, slipping it off her neck and hanging it neatly on a nearby hook. She brushed a few crumbs from her shirt, grabbed her backpack, and got ready for school.
“Ready?” her dad called across the room as she grabbed her phone.
“Almost!” she replied, slinging her bag over one shoulder and heading toward him.
“You say goodbye to your mom?”
“Yep.”
“Your sister?”
“Done.”
“Alright, let’s go,” he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder as they stepped outside.
At the entrance, the mother waved them off, the baby now wide awake and giggling as she rattled her toy, her tiny fingers grasping it in delight.
Outside, the car’s lights blinked as the locks clicked open. The girl pulled open the passenger-side door and climbed in, resting her backpack in her lap. Her zipper charms jingled softly as her father got in beside her, taking the driver’s seat.
He shifted the gear to ‘Drive,’ and the car eased smoothly into traffic. Father and daughter chatted for a bit, eventually settling into a quiet, peaceful rhythm.
Back at the curb, Mark stood watching them pull away. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling—something between curiosity and... something else. He couldn’t quite name it.
“Mark?” a distant voice called. He heard it, but didn’t react right away. “Mark?” It was clearer now. “Mark!”
“Huh?” Mark blinked and turned to see Will holding out his drink. “Oh—sorry.”
“You’ve been staring at that girl for, like, the whole time.”
“Have I?” Mark said, a bit surprised. “I didn’t even realize...”
Will raised a brow. “You feeling okay, man? You’re looking kinda red.”
Mark laughed awkwardly, waving off the comment. “Yeah. Just... never mind.” He took the drink from Will with a thankful nod. “Thanks.”
“No worries. Let’s get going before we’re late.”
Together, they headed out the door, pausing only to thank the barista before stepping back into the morning rush.
...
The sound of screeching brakes and hissing air filled the air as school buses lined up along the curb, one after another, releasing waves of students onto the pavement. Backpacks bounced. Sneakers slapped the sidewalk. The low drone of morning conversation and laughter buzzed through the air like static.
Inside the building, lockers clanged open and shut. The scent of fresh paper, cafeteria tater tots, and cologne lingered faintly in the halls. Mark moved through the crowd, his steps purposeful as he approached his locker. With a practiced twist, he spun the combination dial and pulled open the door.
He was mid-reach for his Algebra book when the hallway atmosphere subtly shifted—almost like the air paused to inhale. A ripple of murmurs moved along the walls as several heads turned. Mark noticed it too.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone walking toward them—a figure who stood out, not just for how unfamiliar she was, but for the quiet confidence in her stride. Hair glinting under the fluorescent lights, books hugged close to her chest, she walked with calm intention, like someone completely at ease with being noticed... and clearly used to it.
Mark’s eyes widened just slightly, a light flickering behind them as recognition clicked into place.
Will followed his gaze, eyebrows lifting with interest. “That her?” he mouthed. Mark gave a tiny, silent nod.
The girl finally reached them, a soft smile playing on her lips as she came to a gentle stop in front of them.
“Hi,” she said warmly, her voice calm and clear, like the first page of a good book. “You’re Mark, right? And you’re Will?”
Both boys nodded, momentarily frozen in place.
Will, always the shameless one, raised his eyebrows in a playful wiggle, elbowing Mark with a teasing grin. Mark responded instantly with a sharp nudge to his side, making Will yelp under his breath and stifle a laugh.
“Sorry—yeah!” Mark said quickly, snapping out of it. He gave a slightly awkward chuckle and raised his hand for a handshake, his other hand instinctively going to the back of his neck as he rubbed it sheepishly. “I’m Mark,” he said, motioning to himself before gesturing toward his friend. “And this guy here is William. Will, for short.”
She laughed—soft and melodic, as if she found his nervousness endearing rather than awkward. “Yes, I can see that,” she said, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear with gentle grace.
“I feel kinda bad for not meeting you both sooner,” she added, her eyes sincere. “I’ve just been... constantly busy. You know how that goes.”
She brought a hand to her mouth as she spoke, covering the corner of her lips with a quiet, teasing smile that made Mark’s heart stutter for a beat.
“Yeah,” he replied with a chuckle. “I totally get it.”
“It’s infuriating,” she added with a grin, giggling lightly. Her hair bounced with her laugh, effortlessly charming.
Their conversation drifted into light chatter—small talk about teachers, hall schedules, and how confusing it was that second period kept getting moved around. Her eyes—(E/C)—held a brightness to them, a kind of curiosity that seemed to pull answers from people before they even knew they wanted to speak.
Then, she reached out to formally shake his hand.
Her fingers brushed lightly over his as she gripped his palm—firmly, confidently. The sensation was brief, but it sent a surprising spark up Mark’s spine. Her touch was feather-light but grounding, like she was here—really here—and for some odd reason, he didn’t want to let go.
The handshake wasn’t dainty or shy. It had presence. Purpose. Something about it reminded Mark of the way his dad always said you could tell a lot about someone by their handshake.
This one said: I know who I am.
Mark blinked, smiling through the daze. “So... what classes are you guys in today?” she asked casually, but her tone carried that effortless rhythm that made you want to keep talking, keep listening.
And just like that, the hum of the hallway around them faded a little—less noise, less pressure—like this moment, right here, was something more than just a meet-and-greet.
...
As the day unfolded, Mark and (Y/N) crossed paths often—between classes, in the hallways, sometimes with a brief wave or a shared glance. But it was during lunch that they really connected. The cafeteria buzzed with clatter and chatter, but their corner of the table always felt quieter, more grounded.
Their conversations drifted away from school. Instead, they talked about music, movies they loved—or hated—childhood memories, dream vacations, the strange comfort of rainy days. It was easy, natural. The kind of talk that makes an hour pass in what feels like minutes.
By the time the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, the sun had already begun its slow descent. Backpacks zipped, lockers slammed, and waves of students flooded the halls.
Will gave Mark a lazy salute as he headed off. “Well, I’ll catch you later when we hang out, yeah?”
Mark nodded. “You know it.”
Before leaving, (Y/N) turned to Will and offered her hand with a friendly smile. “It was really nice meeting you. And hey, if you ever want help with Algebra II or Chemistry II, I’d be happy to help. My house is pretty chill for studying.”
Will raised a brow, then smiled, clearly impressed. “Seriously? That’d be awesome. How about next week? Thursday work?”
“Done and done.” She chuckled, folding her arms loosely over her chest in a satisfied pose.
“Perfect. See ya then. Bye, guys!” Will called out as he jogged off, disappearing into the crowd.
That left Mark and (Y/N) alone.
They stepped outside together, the late-afternoon air warm and golden as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The sidewalk buzzed with motion—people hurrying home, buses honking, crosswalk signals blinking. The two of them walked in step, close but not too close, their pace unhurried despite the rush around them.
Mark glanced sideways. “So… got any plans for tonight?”
She gave a short, amused breath. “Just studying,” she replied, hugging her books a little tighter to her chest.
Mark pulled a face, playful. “Sounds thrilling.”
“Oh, absolutely riveting,” she joked, grinning as she rolled her eyes. “Highlighters, late-night caffeine, and textbook drama—it’s a party.”
Mark laughed, the sound relaxed and genuine. For a second, the noise of the city faded behind the rhythm of their quiet steps and easy conversation.
And in that shared silence, something soft bloomed—not quite love, not yet—but something warm and promising, like a candle quietly being lit.
When a mysterious woman enters their lives, Nolan and Mark Grayson — father and son, Viltrumites bound by duty and power — find themselves captivated by the same person. What begins as curiosity spirals into an all-consuming obsession neither of them can explain… or escape.
As secrets unravel and emotions blur, the lines between love, desire, and control begin to vanish. Torn between protecting her and claiming her, the Graysons find themselves on a collision course — not just with each other, but with the truth behind their obsession.
In the world of Invincible, love was never supposed to be a weakness… until now.
ACT 01
Chapter 01 - "A Ghost In The Stars." [Completed ✓]
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