anything nolan grayson lorddd that man has me weak
Human Kindness
🍒 teaching your Viltrimite boyfriend human customs
🍒 word count: 0.2k (short n sweet lol)
🍒 warnings: so much fluff, reader wears rose tinted glasses, not beta read
🍒 Sorry this is short and took a while, every time I opened the doc to write I would get flustered and have to take a break… so not very efficient lmao hope you enjoy anyways I love Nolan so bad I just want to chew him up
“No, you say bless you.” You rub your face to hide the growing smile that spreads across it.
“Why do they need my blessing? All they did was sneeze?” Nolan scoffs. His arms cross over his chest and his eyes roll with enough force you thought they might get stuck.
“It’s the polite thing to do.” You tried reasoning. Your hands wrapped around his biceps softly, attempting to end his bitterness on the topic. He huffs, but looks you in the eye.
“I don’t see the purpose.” He finally speaks. Giggles spill past your lips and you lean forward to hide your laughter. Your head is comfortably rested on his chest when your laughing fit dwindles. You were supposed to be teaching him how to fit in with humanity, but you just couldn’t help finding the humor in his commentary on it. Your 6’ 3, absolutely massive boyfriend not understanding the point of saying ‘bless you’, is objectively funny.
“Can you at least try being polite, for me?” You hum, not even lifting your head. His arms wrap around you as he sighs.
He scoffs once again. His warm hands rub small circles into your back. “Humans are weak.” He muttered into your hair.
“Nolan.”
“I’ll be polite.” He finally concedes. It seems even alien men are affected by the sassy man apocalypse. “I’ll bless whoever sneezes. Anything else I should know?”
“Yes.” You lift your head to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But that’s for another day.” Maybe he’d finally wrap his head around spontaneous acts of kindness another time. For a species so set on improving society they definitely were far from nice.
Summary: You and Mark Grayson were neighbors and childhood best friends, until he has to move away one day for reasons unknown to you. But when he came back, he came back differently, not just as your friend but also as an alien ready to conquer the Earth and its inhabitants. There was just one more stranger thing though, Mark’s undeniable favoritism towards you.
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He couldn’t help but still remember your face. Your voice. Your laugh. He didn’t know what to think. It was like you haunted every single one of his thoughts. Mark hadn’t seen you in years yet for some reason you still mattered so much to him. Maybe it was because you were his first and only friend before he was brought to the viltrum empire by his father. Whenever he had one of those sleepless nights, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, Mark couldn’t fight reminiscing about your first encounter with him.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Mark jumped at the sound of a boy’s voice. His head rose to the fence and spotted you, using your arms to just barely hang over the edge. Your hair was messy, and there was dirt smudged on your face, but what else do you expect from a kid.
The day you first talked to him was one of those days where Mark would take a random sheet or something close enough to resemble a cape, and run around his backyard, pretending to be a superhero like his dad. He had to prepare for when he finally got his powers of course.
Sure, it got a little bit lonely playing by himself, but he still knew how to make it fun.
“Hey, are you deaf or something? What are you doing?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
Mark cleared his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Just playing.”
“You look like a superhero.” You tilted your head, looking closely at his makeshift cape. “I like it. I like playing hero too. My parents tell me I won’t get powers anytime soon though.” You pouted but then looked up again with a smile, revealing a few missing teeth. “But it’s fun to pretend. Can I join you? Do you wanna be friends?” You leaned in more, getting even closer to fall of the edge.
“Uhh.” Mark’s eyes looked back and forth. No kid has ever talked to him as eager as you, let alone ask to play with him. Plus, his dad told him friends would distract him from training, but it wouldn’t hurt having at least one friend? “Okay, we can be friends. Do you want to- oh.”
Mark could only stare at you who just fell face first into the dirt and into his backyard.
“I’m okay!” You exclaimed, springing back onto your feet and dusting yourself off.
“You’re kinda weird.” Mark commented.
“At least I’m not grumpy like you.” You thought back to the times you’ve seen him before. When you moved in, you had spotted him. On your way to school you saw him. And it was clear as day he wasn’t the sociable type, more like his dad than his mom. “Come on, let’s do something! I have so many ideas.” You grabbed his hand, walking around his yard for the first time.
From that moment on, you two were what was considered best friends. Each other’s only friends, but still best friends nonetheless.
Your days would be spent with only each other. You two would make capes and masks together, and then get yelled at by your mother for messing up her sheets and getting them dirty. When Mark would come over to your house, you’d show off your superhero action figures, which were a mix of bought and handmade. The both of you would also watch superhero moves together, beg which ever parent was watching over you two to let you guys stay up longer, and then fall asleep in less than ten minutes, resting on top of each other.
But even as you two grew closer, Mark made sure to keep that his father had powers and that he would (hopefully) eventually get powers, a secret. After all his dad told him that as long as he didn’t tell you the truth, he could continue being friends with you. And he would do anything to still be with you.
In fact, Mark seemed to care about you a lot when you were kids. Maybe it was because you were his only friend, or maybe it was because of something deeper than that.
The first clear sign was when you two were playing in your backyard instead of his.
You had brought him over to ‘show him something cool.’ The last thing he was expecting was an ant hill with thousands of tiny ants scurrying around. He couldn’t understand it. They were just ants. They only lasted for a few weeks before dying, and that’s if they die naturally. They couldn’t produce thoughts like you and he could or advance as a society. So insignificant, and yet you were enamored.
You crouched down, letting one of the ants crawl on top of your finger, which you brought close to yours and Mark’s face.
“You know what my dad told me? He said that ants have their skeleton on the outside. Isn’t that crazy?” You looked up at him with an expectant smile, though deep down you knew he could never be as excited over an animal’s anatomy like you.
You moved your hand and arm around, keeping your eye on the ant which was running around your forearm. “I wonder how deep their colony is. Their queen is probably- Ow!” You winced and flinched at the sudden feeling of the ant biting into your skin.
Mark’s eyes widened at the sound of your pain. His hand reached out and wrapped around your arm, crushing the ant that bit you in an instant, and his heel immediately smashing into the ant hill and angrily digging into it, causing the lines of ants to turn into frantic chaos.
“Mark! Stop!” You took a hold of him and pulled him back. Both of you fell to the ground.
“Why would you do that?” You both asked each other in union. Your tone upset while your friend’s tone was frustrated.
“That ant hurt you.” Mark spoke first. “I’m not just going to let it go free after doing that. It and its friends deserved it.” His eyes stared daggers into the destroyed ant hill. “They’re weak anyways.”
“That doesn’t matter.” You frowned. “It was probably just scared or something. It didn’t know any better.” You also looked at the remains of the ant hill but with a more solemn expression, which Mark couldn’t help but notice.
If it were any other scenario, Mark would’ve just left it, no remorse, no regret. The world was survival of the fittest, that was what his father told him anyways.
But with you around, it was different. The sight of you sitting up and holding your knees up to your chest. The sight of you just about to burst into tears, for some reason. Was too much for him.
“I’m sorry.” Mark remembered that his mom told him that was what people say when they make someone feel bad. “We can… rebuild the hill or something.”
You sniffed and rubbed your nose. “Okay.”
As the two of you built the highest hill possible, your smile slowly grew back, giving Mark a sense of relief. As long as you were happy, he was happy. You were his only connection to human life rather than his viltrumite heritage. So it wasn’t surprising he’d mirror you in some ways.
Life was good with you in it. You were like a ray of sunshine he never knew he needed. Things just felt so light with you compared to with his father. Especially when you laughed. Like how you did when he covered himself in duct tape and called himself duct tape man. You, being the good friend you were, stayed with him while his mom carefully removed it from his sensitive skin.
Mark missed those days. Where his only concerns were finishing the food he didn’t like and if you were okay. Now… it was conquering worlds for the viltrumite empire. He understood it was his duty though, his responsibility as a viltrumite. That was just how it was.
Mark opened his eyes at the call of his name and sat up immediately.
His father stood before him. “It’s time.”
Though short, those simple words were more than enough for Mark to understand what was going on.
He was finally going to return to Earth. To you.
“I understand, Father.” He nodded, standing up, his hands behind his back.
“I’ll be waiting outside.” Nolan said before disappearing in an instant.
Mark peeked his head out of his door, looking left and right before going back in and locking it. He looks around his room one more time, just for the feeling of reassurance. Mark crouched to the floor and reached under his bed, pressing a specific tile. A small cube shaped container rose. Mark grabbed the dear object and sat on his bed, examining the item.
A small action figure. Perfect condition, at least the same condition from when he got it. From you to him.
“You’re moving?” You stood at the front door that Mark opened after your constant knocking. “How come you didn’t tell me?” Your tone heartbroken. Who knew finally getting his powers would lead to this.
“I didn’t know how to.” Mark’s voice was quiet. He wanted to tell you the truth at that moment more than any other.
“Will we still be able to play together?”
“… I don’t think so.” How could he still play with you if he was light years away in another planet?
“I’ll miss you.” Your voice cracked. You had tried not to cry but at that point you couldn’t help yourself. You stepped forward and hugged him tight, which Mark reciprocated after settling into it.
“I’ll miss you too.” Mark muttered into your shoulder.
You backed off him and shoved something into his hands. It was an action figure of you two’s favorite superhero from your guy’s favorite show. He hadn’t noticed you holding onto it until that moment.
“I want you to keep this. Use and make other friends, but don’t forget about me, okay?” You wiped away your tears with your sleeve. “And when we see each other again when we’re older, you can give it back to me, and we can play together forever.”
Mark looked down at the toy in his hand and then looked up at you. “Forever?”
You nodded aggressively. “Forever. I promise.” You put on your best smile, the spots where you used to be missing teeth finally filled in with your adult ones.
“Y/n?” Your mom calling your name made your head perk up.
“Y/n?” She said before spotting you. Your mom sighed, walking towards you and gently grabbing your arm. “You shouldn’t be bothering them right now. They’re in a rush. Tell him goodbye and go home.”
Your expression turned sad before becoming confident again. “I’ll see you later, Mark.” You were able to say before being dragged away by your mom. “Bye!” You waved your hand to which Mark, less energetically, waved his as well.
That was the last time he saw you.
His thumb rubbed against the arm of the toy, his eyes focused. Mark was going to fulfill his promise to you no matter what.
After quickly dressing in his attire, Mark joined his father’s side, who was looking over space. They only exchanged a quick nod before flying into the vast galaxy.
And before he knew it, Mark had finally made it back to Earth. He had thought about returning one day, visiting you. But under the threat of his father finding out, and even worse, doing something to you for making him weak, kept him away.
Mark looked over the busy highways and tall skyscrapers as far as he could see. He could hear the sound of the trees bristling against each other from the wind. He took a deep breath in, the air also making his hair sway side to side, and exhaled.
“Mark.”
“Yes, Father?”
“I thought I told you to throw that trash away. It’s holding you back.” Nolan didn’t even bother to look at the item in his son’s hand. He already knew damn well what it was.
Mark’s hand defensively held onto it, his grip tightening, and kept it out of his father’s sight best he could. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Nolan only clicked his tongue. They had multiple arguments before about it. Why would something as small and as a useless toy mean so much to his son? But after years of fighting, it just wasn’t worth the effort anymore.
What was more important was the mission. That would always come first. To prepare Earth for viltrumite rule, quick and easy. All of those years of constant training wasn’t for nothing after all. And Mark didn’t survive his adulthood ceremony for nothing either.
The first step was dealing with the existing superhero teams. But aftering exterminating everyone in the Guardians of the Globe, everything was easy. Sure some people put up a fight, a few resistances here and there, but kill a few people and they’re quiet. No big deal.
They’ll eventually come around and understand what Mark and his father are doing. They’ll be grateful even. But at the moment, society would have to go through a rough patch.
Mark gazed over the fallen buildings, the fires, listening to sounds of the flames crackling and popping. His fist clenched, crimson blood dripping off of it. Even after being back on Earth, Mark still hadn’t had a single moment to visit his old home as he was still under the intense watch of his father. He had a feeling his father was in fact trying to keep him away from it.
But Mark never spoke up about it. How could he? A good son never questions his father.
“Mark.”
He turned his head around and looked up to see his father slowly descending from the sky.
“I trust you can handle the rest of this?” Nolan gestured his hand at the land beneath them.
His eyes widened but he quickly returned to a neutral expression. “Yes, Father.” Mark straightened his posture and bow his head down. “It would be an honor.”
“I’ll return in a few months then. Make Argall proud, Mark.” Nolan said before shooting into the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds. A gust of wind blew back Mark’s hair.
Mark couldn’t help but feel a little bit surprised. Did his father really just allow him to carry out the mission by himself. He supposed all of that being on his best behavior and obedience really did paid off.
“Just finish the mission.” Mark repeated to himself under his breath as he flew. He looked down and then stopped. When did he start head to his old home?
He looked around once more. There was no mistaking it. This was the old city he used to live in, just extremely destroyed and burning. He guessed his father got to it before he did.
Mark lowered himself back to the ground, gracefully stepping onto the concrete. The memories were starting to fill his head. The time you two would run along the sidewalks as your mother scolded you two to not be so close to the road.
A faint smile creeped onto his face before vanishing at the sound of a terrified man. Probably some high ranking company man based off the suit and tie, and the fact that he was yapping about money for some reason. What use would Mark have for that?
With each step he took forward, the man stepped back until his back was met with a wall.
“You.” Mark paused, asking himself if this was what he should be doing. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you, and yet he did. “Do you know someone with the name, Y/n L/n?”
The man, fearing for his life, stuttered. “W-what? Who?” He then realized this might be his only chance at living. “I mean, yeah! I know who you’re talking about my mistake.”
Mark’s brows furrowed as he watched him lie straight through his teeth. Did this man think he was an idiot?
“You’re wasting my time.” Mark’s hand extended in a flash, puncturing into the man’s stomach, and retracted. He flicked the blood off of his hand, an annoyed look on his face.
Not only was he mad at the man for attempting to trick him, but also at himself, for letting himself still be so affected by you. He wasn’t even sure if you were in this area anymore. And even worse, if you were still alive. You were always the weaker one of you two. So who knows if you even made it past day one of his and his father’s arrival.
The thought of you dead extremely upset him. Ruined his whole day. But as long as he never encountered your dead body, Mark would still have a sliver of hope in his heart.
Mark would of course still carry out the mission… but a small side goal wouldn’t change anything right?
Mark pushed off of the ground, rising into the air once more.
But he’s wasn’t sure what to do. What if you moved away while he was gone all of those years? He had no idea where to start looking? Plus, what did you even look like? Obviously, you must’ve grown since he last saw you, but how in the world was he supposed to recognize you?
He shook his head.
He had no right considering himself your best friend if he couldn’t tell you apart from some randoms. So each time he found a large group of people, before killing them, Mark would carefully examine each person’s face.
Mark landed in front of what was left of some college or university building and sat on a surviving bench, burying his head in his hands. His feelings were a mix of frustration, anger, and despair. He had been looking for you for the past three days, and there was still no sign of you anywhere.
He knew what his father would say if he saw him in his current state. Idiotic and pathetic. For both being so attached to you and for being on the verge of giving up.
Maybe if he carried out the mission with all of his effort, he could forget about you and finally let go of his lingering desire for you. Mark leaned back, his face towards the sun and his eyes shut.
Which country should he target first? Maybe he could check out that one country you mentioned you wanted to go to.
Then he heard it. A cough. A shuffle against some rubble. His head snapped towards the source of the noise.
A hand emerged from a pile of wreckage, pushing the ruins to the side. After a few minutes of struggle, the person finally emerged from the debris.
It was you.
Mark rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just imagining it. He couldn’t believe it, but at the same time he did. Mark felt a sense of relief and a fill in his heart that he couldn’t describe. His body didn’t even move an inch. All he could was watch you from afar like he was afraid of ruining the moment or that you would disappear again.
“Come on, it’s okay. We’re going to be okay.” You mumbled quietly, lifting a cat close to your chest. Mark smiled at the fact you still cared so much about animals. Though he didn’t understand it, it was endearing to him for some reason.
You used your body to shove aside the broken pieces, wincing as you did so. Mark then noticed the tattered cuts all over your body, the torn pieces of your jacket and pants, the bruises and dried up blood.
He frowned.
You seemed so fragile, so close to the edge of breaking.
But no matter. He was there. He could fix you.
Finally making it out of the rubble, you started limping in some direction, which was when Mark decided that he had observed you enough.
He might’ve been a little too excited and flown to you too fast though. The momentum literally made you fall again, causing you to let go of the cat. You saw it run away before turning around and finally facing him.
Mark knew you wouldn’t have the same happy expression as you did when you two were kids when you’d see him for the first time in forever. But it still hurt a little, seeing your eyes filled with fear and your chest quickly rising and falling.
Neither of you said anything for a moment.
Mark was the first to break the silence. “Y/n?” His tone too gentle for someone who killed thousands upon thousands.
“How do you know my name?” You spat, your body too tired and sore to stand. All you could do was shove your palms into the ground and move back inch by inch.
It pained him that you didn’t recognize him. Maybe you were just disoriented since Mark could sense your heart beating rapidly. Or maybe you were scared of him?
“I’m not going to kill you.”
You looked up, confused. Was he toying with you? You knew he was some apathetic murderer, based on what you saw on tv and the aftermath you witnessed yourself. But you didn’t think he would be so sadistic to mess with his victims before killing them.
Mark couldn’t take the hateful glare in your eyes a second longer. “I could never hurt my best friend.”
You weren’t given another second to think or process what he just said to you as he suddenly appeared face to face with you, crouching.
Maybe it was the fact that you had a massive headache, hadn’t eaten for a while, or something, but the look on face in front of you almost seemed… desperate. He wanted something from you, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly he wanted.
You then took a closer look into his eyes. Something was just so familiar, but why?
“… Mark?” Your tone shocked, like you were in disbelief while also finding it ridiculous. There was just no way. No way that your childhood best friend who moved away came back as some powerful alien hell bent on conquering Earth.
Maybe you were on something and just didn’t know it.
You felt a hesitant hand upon your cheek.
Mark’s once concerned expression changed into a relaxed one. “I’m glad you didn’t forget me, because I never forgot you. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.” He carefully moved your hair out of your face. His other hand caressed your arm, which was covered in scrapes but had one noticeable slash running down your arm, improperly bandaged with a spare piece of fabric. “You’re badly injured. You need aid.”
“Oh really?” For the first time ever, you hated your natural sarcasm.
You thought he was going to punch your head off but instead he just looked at you. “Hold onto me.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to fall.”
“Wh-”
Mark grabbed you and shot up into the sky. So you instantly wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes. “Mark! What the fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
You refused to open your eyes, but you could tell you two were probably hundreds of feet in the air. So that was what he meant by ‘didn’t want to drop you.’
Just too much was happening all at once.
While you were experiencing the worst anxiety ever, Mark’s heart beat a little faster at how close you two were. Should he have been feeling that way? No, never. Was he still going to anyways? Yeah…
Mark looks around in all directions. He wanted to bring you to viltrum and get you healed in no time by their superior health technology, but since you were a human, that would be impossible. And he wasn’t experienced in medicine being raised as a warrior. So Mark made the only choice he could.
He flew in the direction of the last resistance he saw. They would have things that you need. And if they didn’t, he’d just get rid of them all.
You felt the wind against your back, every single sound drowned out by it. Luckily, it only took a few seconds for you to feel the ground beneath your feet again. You opened one of your eyes, trying to look around.
It seemed like some sort of hideout. You were happy for the people who were able to form safety groups. However, you hadn’t been so luckily. Alone since day one.
“What are we doing here?” You tried moving but Mark’s arms wouldn’t budge.
“To get you help.” Mark suddenly hooked his arm under your knees and his other arm on your back. Was he seriously caring you bridal style?
Mark casually walked into the base where people wanted him dead. A lot of them were fully ready to shoot him, but stopped at the sight of you in his arms.
If his memory was correct, this was the resistance with the leader who had powers, something to do with atoms? She actually put up a better fight than most others, but still not enough to defeat him.
Mark stood there, right in the middle, completely silent, until Eve came out.
Mark’s head tilted up. “Mend his wounds, and I won’t kill everyone in this building right now.” His head then lowered. “Try anything, and I’ll make yours and everyone else’s death as slow as possible.”
Eve, knowing better than to question him at the moment, called over the most qualified to help you out while keeping a close eye on him. “Fine.”
Mark gradually put you down as if you’d shatter in an instant and let go of you, who looked back and forth between him and the others as you walked forward. You were guided to sit down on one of those plastic chairs you’d usually see at family gatherings.
Eve walked over to you, looking over her shoulder at Mark and then turned back to you. “Sorry, but I have so many questions. Are you alright? How are you still alive?”
You glanced down at some person’s hands untying the fabric wrapped around your arm. “I wondering the same thing.” You let out a small laugh.
You two kept your voices low, which partially upset Mark but he brushed it off. Instead, he spent his time glaring at anyone who dared to look at him.
“But uh, I think maybe he hasn’t killed me yet because we were friends when we were kids? But he moved away. I had no idea he would return like this though.” You scratched your neck with your free hand.
“Yeah, how could you?” Eve replied. “Okay, brace yourself. This part is going to sting a lot.” She placed a firm grip on your shoulder.
You nodded, mentally preparing yourself, but you still flinched at the burning sensation and biting your tongue.
You then felt a strong gust of wind and blinked.
“Mark!” You shouted, making him stop his tracks. You opened your eyes to see him holding onto the person’s head from behind, just about to crush their skull.
You looked at the person’s terrified face, their body frozen in place. You looked up at Mark with disappointment.
“They’re just disinfecting the cut. Let them go.” As scared as you were, you made sure to keep your tone authoritative.
Mark only grunted in response before releasing them.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief in unison.
“We’re almost done.” Eve said, loud enough for both you and Mark to hear. She held out her hand over your scar. A pink light appeared and then materialized into stitches. You couldn’t help but feel amazed, that childhood love of superhero’s never truly went away.
Once her hand moved away, you gave your arm a test, straightening and bending it.
“Thanks.” You gave Eve and the others your best smile. You looked past them at Mark who seemed to be growing more impatient by the moment. You knew staying there for a second longer was too risky.
You stood up, struggling a little. “They did their part, Mark. Let’s leave them all alone now.” You held onto his arm when you reached his side. The sooner you two leave, the safer those people would be.
Mark hugged you tight, just like before, and shot into the sky again.
It felt amazing having you in his arms again. It was like he found the last missing part of him. And now, there was nothing in your guy’s way, nothing separating you two anymore. Overjoyed would be an understatement to describe Mark. But when he looked down at your face, you didn’t seem to feel the same.
“Did I do something to make you sad, Y/n?” Mark stopped, bringing his hand under your chin and forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”
You sighed. “Well, my entire city and home have been destroyed, and the world is in chaos right now. So yeah, I’m a little upset at you.” You said in the politest way possible. “I don’t want to be conquered by aliens. I just wanted to start college and hate my classes. You know, live a normal life.”
“I can give you a better life though. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I’ll stop at nothing for you.” Mark pouted, the same way he did as a kid, realizing that his words didn’t get rid of the dark cloud looming over you.
An idea popped into his mind.
Mark changed his course, flying in some other direction.
“Mark, where are you taking me?” You asked flatly.
“You’ll see when we get there.”
You stood in confusion when Mark placed you down in front of an ice cream shop.
He hovered close to the ground. “Do you remember this place?”
Your eyes squinted as you read what was remaining of the shop name. “Wait… I do. This was the ice cream place we used to go to every summer.”
“Exactly.” Mark stepped onto the ground and took your hand, leading you forward. “Eating it always seemed to make you happy and you’d smile a lot. I want to see you smile again.”
“That’s… very sweet of you?” You walked through the space where a door should’ve been. The shop wasn’t in horrible condition, but it had definitely seen better days. Some of the lights were busted, some chairs knocked over, and the large windows had become just piles of shattered glass on the floor.
“Come on out now.” Mark moved towards the counter. “I can hear your heartbeat.” Each passing second only made Mark more irritated.
A worker stepped out from the back of the shop, his hands up and shaking. You guessed he must’ve been looking for resources or hiding. Poor him.
“What would you like, Y/n?” Mark glanced up at the menu. “We can share. Just like when we were younger.”
Playing along with him seemed to have worked since the moment he found you, and it seemed like that only thing you were able to do.
“I guess, can we get a number seven? With those flavors?” You pointed down at the ice cream tubs. Almost everything was running on backup power, so to everyone’s luck, things would play out normally.
The guy looked at you with a panicked expression, wondering what the hell was going on, to which you just mouthed ‘Just do it.’
The worker cleared his throat. “Yeah, I can for sure do that for you guys. Just give me a minute.” He lowered his hands, getting to work instantly.
“Come on, we can sit and wait. Over…” Your eyes scanned over the room. “There.” You proceeded to shove yourself into a booth. Mark followed and sat beside you, just a little bit closer than he should’ve.
“So…” You propped yourself with your elbows on the table. “Where have you been for these past years? Never thought I’d see you again.” You couldn’t forget that it was still your childhood best friend you were talking to. There were just so many things you wanted to know, beyond why he wanted to dominate the planet.
“In my duration of knowing you, I had lied to you. My father was a viltrumite, and my mother was a human. But due to the genetic dominance of viltrumite genes, I am close to being a pure blooded viltrumite. So when I ‘moved away,’ I was returning to the planet, Viltrum, for training with my just gained powers.” Mark felt a heavy weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He was finally able to tell you the truth, the full truth.
“So let me get this straight. You’re an alien who looks really human, but you can fly, move at high speeds, and have super strength pretty much?” You listed his abilities off of your fingers.
Mark nodded. “Correct.”
“Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes or something?”
“That would be ridiculous.”
“Right.” You sighed. “And I used to think you were just some regular human kid like me. Way to make me feel like a literally powerless loser.” You playfully scoffed and crossed your arms.
“Why does that matter?” Mark raised an eyebrow.
“Well, it doesn’t, but it also doesn’t change the fact that you can fly and stuff, and I can’t.” You observed Mark’s face, sharper and more defined than ever. He had that same pushed back hair style from when he was younger and the same dark brown eyes. So everything from the neck up would be what you’d expect, but everything under… definitely not. His clothes were pure white, but stained with blood. And why was he so toned? Did viltrumite clothing just give off that look? Or did the clothes just extenuate each and every muscle on his body? It felt wrong to admit, but Mark was scarily close to your type…
“Y/n?”
“Huh, what?” Your eyes shot back up.
“There something I need to return to you.” Mark placed something on the table and slid it towards you.
“What are you talking… no way.” You took a hold the old action figure and brought it closer to your face. “You kept it all this time? I thought you would’ve thrown it away.”
“I would never.”
You looked at him, surprised at how serious he seemed about it. You nearly forgot you had given him the figure of your favorite character. As you got older, that superhero obsession slowly died down, and you matured. You were pretty sure those toys you had as a kid were stashed away in a box in some storage unit after you moved for college.
“I don’t understand though.” You bent the toys limbs like you were checking its quality, which you were impressed by. “Why would you keep it?”
“Our promise. I have no interest in still playing with toys, but I still want to spent the rest of my time with you.”
You choked on air. “If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re trying to marry me or something.”
“What’s that? I already told you I wasn’t going to kill you.” Mark leaned back into the seat cushion.
You placed the toy back onto the table. “You actually don’t know what marriage is?” If it were any other situation, you would’ve laughed out loud. In this case, you still laughed, but only a little.
Mark’s blank stare was more than enough of an answer for you.
“It’s basically when two people make vows and like promise to love each other until death.”
“Hm. How strange.” Mark brought his had to his chin. “Should we get married then?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Your ice cream is ready.” The worker, to be honest you had forgotten about, presented your order with two spoons.
“Ah thanks.” You noticed the man’s hands shaking, nearly dropping the ice cream. He was clearly fearing for his life, and Mark’s intense scowl didn’t help in the slightest.
Mark looked at you and then back at him. “Now leave. I’ll only spare you this once.” He gave a dismissive hand gesture.
That guy ran right out of there as fast as humanly possible.
You relaxed once the worker was out of sight. You then gazed down at the dessert. You had ordered what you used to always get with Mark, since you never were able to finish it on your own but wanted it badly. You couldn’t even recall the last time you had eaten it. You would have really enjoyed eating your former favorite treat if the circumstances were different.
You tried to use the spoon the scoop some up but then the pressure of moving your arm like that painful, forcing you to drop it.
You cursed under your breath.
Mark watched your struggle, and then picked up the other spoon himself. “I’ll feed you it.” His casual tone was just going to kill you.
“Mark, no. You’re not feeding me ice cream. Mark. I’m not your girlfriend.” You turned your head away from him, avoiding the spoon pointed at your face.
“Of course not, you’re my boyfriend.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means.”
“I know what it means. You’re a boy, and you’re my friend. Now stay still.” Mark inched closer to you.
You pushed your hands against his chest. “I’m not staying still. I-” Mark accidentally got some of the ice cream on your cheek, right next to your mouth.
“Damn it, do you think there’s any napkins here?” You half jokingly asked.
“No need.” You felt Mark’s hand grab your jaw, and his tongue against your skin, dangerously close to your lips. Your cheeks flushed, and a heat ran up your neck.
You were at a loss of words. You immediately backed away, wiping away the spot with the back of your hand. “What the fuck, Mark! Did you just lick me?”
“Yes, but you’re clean now.” Mark took a bite of the ice cream with the same spoon he was just trying to feed you with, then took another scoop and pointed it towards you. “Eat it before it melts.”
There was just no winning with this guy. “… Fine.”
For the next thirty minutes, you sat there, begrudgingly being spoon fed by your childhood best friend. Sure, it tasted amazing but that was besides the point.
As you ate, you started to think a little bit harder on how Mark acted towards you. How touchy he was towards you, how he treated you like you were the only thing that mattered to him, how he licked you like it was nothing. Everything the two of you did was just a little too intimate for being best buddies. It was almost as if he liked you more than a friend…
You quickly switched topics in your mind. Now, you were on your phone while Mark was trying to find somewhere to dispose your guy’s trash, after you had scolded him for saying to leave it there.
You texted your few friends and your family, assuring them you were okay and asking if they were okay. And while you waited for their response, you scrolled through your social medias, finding out new information every second. You saw people posting videos of their experience so far, people theorizing what in the world was going on, and people trying to figure out what to do now that Earth was in shambles.
You weren’t all too sure what to do either. Yes, you did basically have special privileges for some reason, but it was like walking on egg shells around Mark now. What would happened if you pissed him off? Pushed him to the limit without knowing it?
“What are you doing?”
You jumped in your seat at Mark’s sudden appearance. “I’m just scrolling. I’m surprised the service still works actually. Ah fuck.” You stared at the black screen with the symbol of the battery empty.
“And I left my stuff at home…”
“I can take you.”
“Oh yeah.”
You felt exhausted anyways, even after consuming all of that sugar. Your whole body still felt like it was on alert, and all you wanted was to lie in your heavenly bed again.
You had finally gotten used to just holding onto Mark as tight as possible and zone out while he was flying. Luckily, your house was pretty close. And even more surprisingly, still standing. It actually seemed untouched? The only defining thing was the your parent’s car wasn’t parked in the driveway. It gave you a little hope they were alright.
You stopped walking once you reached the front door. “Where’d I put my keys?… Don’t break the door open, Mark.”
Mark lowered his fist. “It would be more efficient if I did though.”
“For a moment. And then next thing you know my house is being broken into by strangers.” You shoved your key into the lock.
“You say that as if I couldn’t defeat them all.”
You pushed the door open. “Even so, I just don’t want that to happen. Come on.” You motioned your hand back and forth, signaling for him to follow you.
He hovered closely behind you.
As you were taking off your shoes and setting them close to the door, Mark examined the house he hadn’t been in for years. Not too much was different, just some new furniture and new photos decorated around the living room.
Mark picked up a random picture frame from the shelf under the tv. It was a photo of you (He partially smiled) and some other guy (He frowned). It seemed like a fairly recent picture. You were wearing a suit and tie, and standing close enough to the other guy to make Mark’s blood boil. Why was that guy’s arm around your shoulder?
“What’s this?” Mark presented the frame to you.
“Ugh, I told them to get rid of it.” You muttered, your brows furrowed. “That’s a picture of me and my ex-boyfriend at our senior prom. We broke up about a year ago. I guess my parents just forgot to throw it away.”
“Ex boyfriend?” He raised a brow.
“Means I used to like him romantically, but not anymore… I don’t wanna talk about it.” You looked down.
Your upset tone and expression was more than enough for Mark to already hate the guy.
“You don’t need to.” Mark squeezed the picture frame until it broke, the wood splitting and the glass shattering. And then tore up the image faster than the eye could see. He did it for you of course, but also maybe a little for himself.
You were already half way up the stairs, mumbling something about being tired. Mark naturally returned to your side, unsettlingly quiet.
You entered your room, still the same as you left it. After looking around for a bit, you found your charger and plugged your phone. You internally celebrated seeing it charging.
You looked down upon your clothes, if you would even consider them that anymore. Maybe you could look for a sewing kit later. And they definitely needed a wash too. From how much Mark was clinging onto you, the blood on him stained your clothes. And not to mention the dirt you had accumulated yourself from your little adventures.
You unzipped your jacket and threw it onto your chair. “I’m going to change.” You dug though your clean clothes, not bothering to look over at Mark.
“Okay.”
…
You turned around. “Are you going to get out?”
“Why would I need to? We have the same anatomy.”
“That’s not the issue.” You grabbed a random pillow and threw it at Mark who caught it with ease. “I just don’t want you looking, okay?”
“You humans are so weird. Feeling embarrassed about body parts.” Mark faced the wall, bringing the pillow to his face.
“I think you’re the weird one for being okay with seeing me near naked.” You said as you changed into clean and comfortable clothes. “Okay I’m done.”
You collapsed onto your bed, letting out a sigh. The coldness of the blanket and sheets were just right. Did your bed always feel this good? You opened one of your eyes and sat up.
“Mark, you are not lying in my bed. Back up, right now.” You held your hand out in front of him. “You have blood all over you. It’s a miracle it hasn’t gotten on the floors.”
Mark took a single step back. “But I want to join you. It’ll be like our sleepovers.”
You sighed dramatically before getting up and walking to your closet. “I’ll look for something for you to borrow.”
“Alright.”
“There’s gotta be something your size.” You pushed hanger after hanger. If Mark were any of your other friends, you’d have no problem finding something of yours for them to wear. But for someone with a body like Mark… it was difficult. You finally managed to find a basic large white shirt and gray sweatpants.
“Here, you can wear-” Your eyes were met with the sight of Mark shirtless and just about to undo his pants. Your head whipped around before you could see anymore. So without looking, you extended your hand holding the clothes towards him.
“Give a guy a warning next time dude!” You covered your face with your hands and faced the wall, not only to look away but to also hide how flustered you were.
“But I don’t mind if you saw me.” Mark bluntly stated. He truly did not understand why you were care so much about seeing each other’s bodies. Feeling embarrassment was a weakness after all.
“Well I mind, so just changed already.”
“I did.”
“So you can change into clothes that fast, but not out of clothes that fast?” You looked over at his nested folded pile of clothes on the floor, and then back at him. He actually looked like a regular guy you’d see in a class or in a hallway. So that’s what would’ve been if he was human.
You fell onto your bed again, shifting around to find the best position. You laid on your side, facing the wall. You heard the sound of shuffling behind you and then felt a warm presence against your back, an arm around your waist, and… was he nuzzling into your neck?
“Mark… what are you doing?” You laid there, frozen in place. You were too tired at that point to push him off.
“I’m not sure. It just felt right.” Mark’s face was against your neck, making you feel each breath as he spoke. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you felt extremely comfortable with Mark hugging onto you like that. And you were already so exhausted. Maybe letting him cuddle you this once wouldn’t hurt?
“No, you’re fine. Just don’t make it weird I guess.” You shut your eyes, moving around again.
“I missed you so much, Y/n.” Mark held onto you tighter.
“… I missed you too, Mark.”
Note: I did it guys. I finally finished this. Idk what the word count as I’m writing this but I know it’s at least 5k words which is crazy. But anyways I just wanted to say I’m so grateful for all of my followers and especially you guys who ask me questions or like request cuz I just love talking to people.
I hope that the anon who requested this prompt liked what I made. I lowkey went a bit crazy. Sorry the ideas just kept on flowing to me. ALSO, I’m always opened to requests for Mark Grayson that fine ass man. OMG I NEED HIM… okay. Calm down.
And if there’s any typos or like weirdly worded sentences… just ignore it… PLEASE
Hi, can you write an Omni man x male reader story where the reader is a new hero who has the abilities to heal and enhance the abilities of any guy he sleeps with. Omni man quickly becomes obsessed with him and power bottoms for reader to test out his abilities.
Bottom Omni-man x top male reader
If anyone wants invincible male reader fics I’m happy to write.
⚠️Warnings! Sex, power play/ dynamic, vocal Nolan, bareback, free use implied, Creampie, rough and fast sex and extra. Basically full smut.⚠️
You'd been operating as Vitalis for just under four months, long enough for the hero community to notice patterns but not long enough for anyone to fully understand them. The ability manifested during a chaotic bank heist in the Loop—adrenaline spike, skin contact with a bleeding security guard, and suddenly his gunshot wound wasn't just closing; his vitals stabilized faster than physics allowed, and when he stood up he moved like he'd chugged a double espresso of super-serum. Word spread quietly at first: the new healer could do more than mend. He could boost. Temporary, yes. Tied to... intimacy. The kind of detail that got buried under NDAs and awkward side-eyes in Guardian briefings.
You kept a low profile. No cape, no codename plastered on billboards. Just you, in practical tactical gear—dark greens and grays—showing up where the fighting was heaviest, hands on wounds, focus sharp. Most interactions were clinical: patch the injury, let the boost fade after a few hours, move on. No one pushed for the full mechanics. No one dared ask outright.
Omni-Man was different. He didn't ask at all.
You first noticed him watching during a cleanup after a Mauler Twins rampage downtown. The twins had leveled half a block; you were on your knees in the rubble, palms pressed to a firefighter's crushed leg, channeling the warm golden flow that knit bone and tissue while the man gasped through the pain. When you looked up, Omni-Man hovered fifty feet overhead—arms crossed, cape barely stirring in the wind—blue eyes fixed on you like you were a specimen under glass. No nod. No wave. Just observation. Then he was gone, a white streak vanishing into the clouds.
It happened twice more over the next week. Always at a distance. Always silent. He never intervened, never spoke. Just watched. Analyzed.
You told yourself it was professional curiosity. Earth's strongest hero evaluating a new asset. Nothing personal.
Then came the night it changed.
Late October. Rain hammered the city, turning streets into black mirrors. You'd just finished stabilizing a collapsed construction worker after a villain-caused crane failure—boost lingering in the man's system, letting him walk out under his own power instead of on a stretcher. You were soaked, exhausted, heading back to your high-rise when your phone buzzed. Unknown number. Encrypted line. Guardians' secure channel, but no ID tag.
A single message:
Balcony. Now. —O
You stared at the screen for ten seconds before pocketing it. Heart rate elevated, but steady. You flew up—your own modest flight capability carrying you to the thirtieth floor—and landed lightly on the wet concrete. The sliding door was already open a crack, rain pooling just inside the threshold.
The rain kept pounding the windows like it wanted in, but inside your apartment the air had turned thick, warm, electric. Omni-Man—Nolan—stood in the middle of your living room, suit still on, cape dripping a slow circle onto the hardwood. He hadn’t moved since he sent the message. Hadn’t spoken since you landed on the balcony and shut the door behind you.
You watched the way his shoulders rose and fell—once, twice—deeper than his usual measured breathing. The blue eyes that usually cut through chaos like laser sights were fixed on the floor between you. Not avoiding. Waiting. There was the faintest flush creeping up the side of his neck, disappearing under the high collar of his suit.
“I’ve run the numbers,” he said at last. Voice low. Rougher at the edges than the newsreels ever captured. “Every documented case. Every after-action note the Guardians bothered to file. Your ability isn’t just healing. It’s… amplification. Temporary, but real.” He finally lifted his gaze. “I need to know how real. At my level.”
You stepped closer. Close enough to smell rain and ozone and the clean, metallic warmth that always clung to him after flight. “You’re asking me to fuck you so you can collect data.”
His jaw flexed. A muscle ticked under the skin. “I’m asking you to test a hypothesis.” But the words came out quieter than he probably intended. And when you didn’t answer right away, he added—almost under his breath—“Please.”
That one word hit harder than any command he’d ever barked on a battlefield.
You reached up, hooked two fingers under the cape clasp at his throat. Metal clicked. Heavy white fabric slid off his shoulders and pooled behind him like spilled milk. He didn’t stop you. Just watched your hands move to the hidden seam along his chest, peeling the suit open inch by inch.
Pale skin. Dense slabs of pectoral. Ridged abdomen that flexed involuntarily when your knuckles grazed the centerline. You pushed the top half down to his waist, baring him to the sternum. His nipples were already peaked—hard little points from cold air or nerves or both. When you dragged a thumb over one he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Sensitive?” you murmured.
He didn’t answer. Just swallowed hard enough that you saw his throat work.
You tugged the rest of the suit lower. The material clung for a second—Viltrumite weave reluctant to release—then gave way. Thick thighs. Heavy cock springing free, already more than half-hard, flushed darker than the rest of him. The head glistened. He was leaking.
You sank to one knee to shove the suit the rest of the way off. When you looked up his face was flushed—cheeks, ears, the tips of his ears—and his hands were curled into loose fists at his sides like he didn’t trust himself to touch you yet.
“Bedroom,” you said, standing.
He followed without a word. Big bare feet silent on the floor. When you reached the foot of the bed you turned, caught him by the hips, and pushed. Not hard. Just enough. He went willingly—dropped to his knees on the mattress, then forward onto his forearms. Ass up. Back dipped. The most powerful being on the planet presenting himself like he’d rehearsed it.
You stripped fast. Climbed up behind him. One hand smoothed down the long line of his spine—feeling every vertebra, every tremor he couldn’t quite hide. The other wrapped around his cock from below. He jolted. A low, broken sound slipped out of him—half growl, half whimper.
“Fuck—” The curse was soft. Shocked. Like he hadn’t expected his own voice to crack.
You stroked him once—slow, firm—from root to tip. Pre-cum smeared over your palm. He pushed back instinctively, hips rolling, trying to chase the friction.
“Easy,” you said, pressing the head of your cock against him. No resistance at the rim—he was already slick there, body betraying him faster than his stoic mask ever would. You pushed in slow.
The first inch made his shoulders lock. A shudder ran through him head to toe.
“Oh—shit—” His voice broke on the word. Not the commanding baritone of Omni-Man. Something rawer. Younger. Flustered.
You kept going. Steady. Watching the way his hole stretched around you—pink rim clinging, fluttering. When you bottomed out he dropped his head between his arms and moaned—long, low, trembling at the end like he couldn’t believe the sound came from his own throat.
“You okay?” you asked, holding still.
He laughed once—short, breathless, embarrassed. “I’m—fine. Just—” Another roll of his hips, grinding back, taking you deeper on his own. “Fuck. Move. Please.”
You did.
Slow at first—long drags out, slow rolls in. Each thrust pulled another sound from him: soft gasps, bitten-off curses, little punched-out moans every time you grazed that spot inside. His cock swung heavy beneath him, dripping steadily onto the sheets. You reached around again, wrapped your hand around him. He bucked hard.
“Nnngh—wait—too much—” But he didn’t pull away. Just panted against the pillow, face half-buried, cheeks scarlet where you could see them.
You started to move faster. Deeper. The bed creaked under the force. His moans turned ragged—open-mouthed, helpless.
“Harder,” he gasped. “I need—fuck—I need to feel it. All of it.”
You gripped his hips—hard enough to leave fleeting red marks that vanished almost instantly—and slammed forward. Skin slapped skin. His whole body rocked with each thrust. He clawed at the sheets, knuckles white.
“There—there—right—ah—!” His voice pitched up, cracked. A full-body shudder. “Don’t—don’t stop—please—”
You poured the power into him then. Golden heat surging through your cock, flooding his bloodstream. His back bowed sharply. A loud, broken moan tore out of him—raw, unrestrained.
“Fuck—yes—yes—fuck—” Words dissolved into panting, whining. His hole clenched rhythmically, milking you. His cock throbbed in your hand, leaking so much the sheets were soaked beneath him.
You leaned over his back, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’re loud tonight.”
He whined—actually whined—and shoved back harder, chasing every inch. “Can’t—can’t help it—feels—too good—too much—”
You fucked him through it—relentless, deep, pouring more power with every stroke. His strength was climbing; you could feel it in the way the mattress frame groaned, the way his thighs trembled not from strain but from overload. He was babbling now—half-formed pleas, curses, your name.
When he came it hit like a shockwave. Back arching so hard his shoulders nearly touched his ass. Cock pulsing in your fist, shooting thick ropes across the bed, splattering his own abs. His hole clamped down in violent spasms, dragging you over the edge with him. You buried deep and spilled—hot, endless—pushing one final golden surge that made his whole body light up, faint shimmer under the skin.
He collapsed forward—face-first into the pillow—gasping, shaking. You followed him down, still inside, chest pressed to his sweat-slick back.
Long minutes of just breathing. His heartbeat thundered under your palm.
Eventually he turned his head, cheek still pressed to the damp fabric. Eyes glassy. Cheeks flushed dark. Voice wrecked.
“…That,” he rasped, “was not in the projections.”
You huffed a laugh against his shoulder. Kissed the nape of his neck.
He shivered again—smaller this time. Almost shy.
“Tomorrow,” he mumbled. “We… need to test duration. Cumulative effect.” A pause. Softer. “And maybe… slower. Just to—compare data.”
You smiled into his skin. “Whatever you need, Nolan.”
He didn’t correct the name.
Just closed his eyes, still flushed, still trembling faintly, and let out one last shaky breath.
sum after the scourge virus devastates the vitrum empire the few survivors are assigned a mating partner in an attempt to rebuild the population. You’re paired with Nolan Grayson; He's a warrior accustomed to conquering worlds, but as you share a bed, he discovers a new frontier: the exquisite surrender of being conquered himself.
—warnings! viltrumites, smut, straddling, p in v, rough sêx, little to no foreplay, virgin Nolan, pússy whipped Nolan, brêeding, soft!sub Nolan, porn with little to no plot, unprotected séx, slightly ooc since this is porn but I kept it as canon as I could!
note couldn’t find enough fics of him so i took matters into my own hands
The Scourge virus tore through the Viltrumite empire, leaving only death in its wake.
Nolan was one of the lucky few who survived its horrors—though it did not come without cost.
What remained of the Viltrumites was reorganized with ruthless efficiency by the Grand Regent. Survival was no longer a matter of conquest, but of intercourse.
The empire announced a program meant to repopulate the world. Mating partners were assigned based on compatibility regardless of bonds or relationships.
All remaining Viltrumites were called to a meeting place where they would be given their partners. One by one couples left the meeting place to carry out their mission.
Eventually, Nolan’s name was called out and then the name of a woman he had never met—your name.
The two of you walked side by side to the room where your duty would be fulfilled. You both remained silent and the air between you hung with a heaviness so stark it seemed as if the two of you were marching into battle.
He had never met you.
You had never met him.
Though, just from a glance he could tell you were strong.
At least he wasn’t assigned a weakling.
When the both of you reached the room he swung the door open and stepped inside, you followed closely after.
The room was cold and bare holding only a large bed. It was clear the only purpose the space served was mating.
As soon as the door shut you began to undress, removing your uniform with careful movements—like you’d done this before.
He wasn’t familiar with mating rituals or bedding techniques, so for the first time in a while Nolan followed by example. He began to undress as well, stripping himself bare unashamedly.
Nolan didn’t look at bodies in a sexual manner, he only saw their strengths and limitations.
At least he did…until yours.
Your breasts, hips, thighs—it was as if they had awakened a dormant beast within him.
For the first time in his life he felt the strange sensation of his cheeks warming.
You noted the way his composure slipped for a moment and took it as an opportunity. Your finger dug into his chest and pushed.
Nolan’s eyes slightly widened when his back hit the mattress. Both of your arms were on either side of head now, your hips aligned with his—you’d pinned him beneath you.
He felt you everywhere now, felt every inch of your soft skin.
Like instinct his hands found your thighs, gripping them harshly as if they now belonged to him.
With each controlled roll of your hips the heat inside of him grew. His resolve which had once seemed tangible crumbled as the seconds passed.
Your hands wrapped themselves around his cock without a warning. He groaned and shut his eyes, you seemed content in taking the initiative throughout the process—and for some reason unbeknownst to him, he liked it.
You eyes swiped over him as you positioned your entrance over his cock, skillfully maneuvering him inside of you.
Tears welled in the corner of his eyes threatening to fall as he was moved further inside of your warm embrace.
You began to bounce against him rhythmically, your breasts slapping together. Your cunt felt wet and deliciously tight as it struggled to take him in.
He felt like he was going to implode. It was all too much too quickly.
Your hands wrapped softly around his throat as you leaned down, your mouth crashing down onto his. He parted his lips and let your tongue swipe across his.
His hands ran along your body squeezing harshly enough to leave bruises. He could have flipped you over and snatched the reins from you at any moment—but he didn’t want to.
He liked being pinned beneath you, being inside of your cunt and kissing you. His whole life he was forced to keep himself from being vulnerable, from losing control. Even if it was just for now, he wanted to let go, to know what it felt like—and it was even better than he could have imagined.
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of your bodies colliding. As you moved faster your cunt began to mold around his cock like if it were made for him and only him.
He was a groaning mess beneath you, sloppily thrusting upwards to match your movements—his cheeks flushed, eyes blurry, lips brushing desperately against yours. He wanted more, needed more.
He gripped your ass with one of his hands, forcing your body even closer.
You broke the kiss, a string of saliva dangled between you two for a few seconds. Nolan simply watched you as you sat up on his cock, your back no longer arched but straight.
Your gaze held a certain intensity as it wandered over his body. You continued rolling your hips against his as you ran you fingernails along his torso—as if you were admiring his toned muscles.
Nolan looked up at you through hooded eyes, he was close, he could feel it in the way the heat beneath his skin intensified. He could tell you were too when your body began to slump against his.
You pressed your lips back against his and the two of you moaned into each other’s mouths.
Your walls spasmed around him as you came, gripping his cock impossibly tighter.
That’s all it took to send Nolan over his own edge. He gripped your hips as he came, making sure every drop of his seed filled your cunt.
He’d waste no single drop —or risk failure.
He flipped you over in one swift motion, pinning you beneath him.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to mate again.
A/n first post on this acc kinda nervy—but my reqs are open! lmk what you guys want to see!
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Tony Stark & Male!Reader
Summary: Death is something to fear and yet Tony sees him as if he's an old friend
Word Count: 1,760
"Have you ever met death?"
Tony looked up from his tinkering to look at Peter, who had stopped doing his homework to ask such a dark question. Peter was naturally curious about everything and that's why Tony liked the boy, but sometimes his curiosity could be so morbid.
"Oh, yeah, we're like good friends."
"That's...." Peter trails off before meeting Tony's eyes, "Not comforting."
Peter looked somewhat worried, Tony would go back to his tinkering, but he knows the boy's tendency to keep the conversation going. He waited for Peter to gather his thoughts, he watched Peter straighten his back before leaning his arms against the worktable.
"But, didn't Thor tell us about his sister Hela? Isn't she the goddess of death?"
"Yes, for them and anyone who worships them. But, the death I met, is, let's say, universal. This is the death that is waiting for you, picking you up to take you to the afterlife. Death comes to those who don't believe, half believe and anything in between."
"And you've met him?"
"More than I would like, and he could probably say the same."
"What's he like?"
"You know you're not supposed to be here."
Tony gasped awake and was met with (e/c) eyes. They were inviting but at the same time cold. Tony slowly sits up, his eyes focusing on the figure in front of him, who was crouched next to him
"Who are you?"
"I don't think you'd like the answer."
"Oh, god," Tony shudders, his mind racing and if this is what he is thinking, then it was justified reason to start panicking, "I'm dead, aren't I?"
"Yes and no."
"What?" Tony was confused, tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows, "You're death."
"That I am, but you're in limbo as you humans call it - You're dead but not fully if you get me," You say softly, holding a hand out to him, "And call me (y/n), I found that humans feel more at ease being around me when they don't call me death."
"(Y/n)?" Tony was very confused by this whole situation, you drop the hand knowing Tony would not take it, "Also, you look like one of us."
"Eh, I picked it out from the handful of human names and animal names I've encountered and thought it suited me. Trust me, I've been through so wild names, but I like (Y/n)," You shrugged your shoulders then continue to answer his questions, "Also, human form puts you, funny little humans, at ease. I'm not completely heartless. But, if you prefer my other form-"
"No!" Tony exclaimed, you raised an eyebrow at him, "No, this is somewhat....comforting?"
"Well, that's good."
There was silence between the two of you. Tony looks at you, and you looked back expectantly, waiting for more questions - after all, you are one of the only beings who had answers.
"So, what do you mean I'm not fully dead?"
You sighed, knowing Tony wouldn't take your hand as you stand up, stretching your back - as if it did anything for you. Tony stayed on the floor, his eyes staying on you.
"I mean that you're not to supposed to die yet," You explained, giving him a pointed look, "It's not your time yet, you have a few more years to go."
"A few!?"
"Poor choice of words, few can be ten, fifteen, twenty years from now."
"Right."
"So, I'm sending you back, no hard feelings alright? I'll see you in a few."
"Did you miss me?"
Once again, Tony gasped awake, this time looking around him, last time he was here he didn't take notice of his surrounding. He noticed that he could see his body, and-
"Don't pay attention to that," You say, drawing his attention to you, "You've made quite a mess in New York, haven't you?"
"You speak to me as if I'm a child."
"Well, in comparison, you are."
Tony huffs, taking his eyes away from you. He swears this is his fourth, maybe fifth time meeting you. After almost dying to his godfather and a palladium poisoning. He doesn't really want to acknowledge you yet as he can see Thor, Steve and Hulk towering over him. He sees the wreckage that Loki had brought upon New York.
"Did it work?"
"Huh? Oh, flying the missile up to the wormhole, yeah, it worked."
"So, I'm dead."
You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest, "No."
"But-" You give him a pointed look, "Right, limbo, not my time yet, gotcha."
You nodded before placing a hand on his shoulder, "You're an interesting being I do have to say, Tony."
"I think I should be flattered?"
"I see too many people walk through limbo, ready to accept their fate in their afterlife. It's rare to see someone come here and not be accepted by the afterlife, not once but multiple times."
"Perhaps, there's a reason."
"It's not ready for you, Tony," You softly soothe him, even in your presence he seemed to relax, "Trust in me, Tony, for I am death and I know when I will be taking you. You still have to show the world that you're Tony Stark, you still have a lot of growing to do before you come to me."
"Are you sending me back?"
"I can't hold you here any longer, so yeah."
"Uh, I think I'm ready, I wasn't ready last time."
You smirked at him, placing your fingers on his forehead. Pushing it back to the land of the living.
"I'm starting to think you like me."
"I promise you I am not doing it on purpose."
You chuckled, this time upon meeting, you had your scythe. It was exactly what he imagined it to be and more. It stood up by itself, and he could see black smoke swirling up the scythe. He looks at you, and you stared at him sincerely, your arms crossed over your chest and leaning against your scythe.
"I'm starting not to believe you."
"Well, I guess I have to visit a friend every so often," Tony shrugs as you rolled your eyes, "We are friends right?"
"I guess, you've seen me more than I like."
"So, what's my cause of death this time?"
"You're horrible, you know that?" You say in amusement before standing straight and grabbing your scythe, "You really need to learn who to trust, Tony."
"Steve?"
"Used your father's shield and smashed it into your arc reactor," You say in distaste, it was the first Tony heard you talk like that, even your facial expression was showing disgust.
"Are you allowed to have an opinion?"
"Hey, I'm death, I can be as caring or terrifying as I want to be. I know everyone's life history. Trust me, having an opinion makes this transition easy."
"So, I'm done now?"
You laughed, a little more than Tony would have liked, "I think you know the answer to that."
Tony sighed, "I don't like this, coming back to life really takes it out on the human body."
"I figured as much, maybe make a better decision?"
"You're hilarious," Tony replied dryly.
You grinned, tilting your head to the side, "Tony, from the greatness of my unexisting heart - your time will come and you will know when. I will always be there to greet you like an old friend."
"I guess that's comforting."
"I guess it is comforting to know that my parents and uncle Ben got to the afterlife safely," Peter hums before looking back down at his homework, "Thanks, Tony!"
"No worries, kid."
Tony did miss you, even though each interaction was a few minutes long. There was something about you that was so welcoming to him, but then he thinks to himself - you are death, after all. You are supposed to be caring for those who deserve it.
Perhaps, it was his reason to keep going on in life, you have shown him nothing but kindness and care, deep down he knows that he's a good person to receive such treatment. He tries not to think about death, but he can't help but find comfort.
Knowing you're on the other side with a smile on your face.
He had no fear of dying anymore, the fear of the unknown after this life was non-existent. He was sucked back into reality when Peter threw a paper aeroplane at his head. He looked at the teenager and smiled, Tony relaxed his shoulders - life was looking up now.
"Hello, old friend."
Tony, for the first time, did not gasp awake. He felt peaceful and he could lie in his spot all day. He slowly opens his eyes and is met with the sight of a clear blue sky. He slowly sat up and saw he was in a field of flowers, a fresh scent of grass and off to the distance, he could see trees.
"So, this is it?"
"I don't think you'll like the answer."
Tony hummed, looking over at you. Your scythe standing next to you as you were crouched down next to him with your cloak draped over you, the hood resting nicely on your head.
"You're awfully quiet, Tony," You pointed out, poking his cheek, "You know most people beg to go back once they know they're dead."
"I've prepared myself."
"No doubt about that," You mumbled, before clearing your throat, "Welcome to the afterlife!"
"It's not much."
"I can't seem to please you can I?" You teased, before sighing as Tony seemed fixated on something else, "Tony, this is your afterlife, you're little paradise. I am not supposed to tell you things that happen here because it's yours, and in a few years your family will return to you."
"Like Pepper?" Tony questioned, hopefulness in his voice, "Happy? Rhodey?"
"And Peter and Morgan," You finished, tilting your head to the side as your gentle stare bore into Tony's eyes, "It'll be a few years for them, but, for you? It'll be like yesterday you just died."
"Will they be okay? You know, without me?"
You softly smile at him, "They will struggle with their grief, but they'll be okay."
"You know, (y/n), thank you. You've made coming to terms with this so easy."
"It's not common I find someone returning to me before their time, multiple times if I must add. But, I treasure friends and they will receive the best from what death can offer.
A/N: This is for a prompt submitted by a lovely anon to @the-ss-horniest-book-club where Bucky falls in love at first sight with the reader, who is blind. I did my research, and I hope i did some justice with this, I am by no means an expert in blindness, so an errors or prejudices, are by my own account. I hope that you enjoy it.
“I’m telling you, Sam, I’m in love. The moment I saw him, I knew I was done for. He’s all I can think about. I go to sleep and I dream about him, and what we could be if we were together. I’m Icarus, and he’s the sun. Luring me in.” Bucky sighs like the love-struck teenage girl he is.
