Nolan, who locked onto a blind person the moment hecame into the world.
Poor you—you had no idea. But Nolan had seen you as the perfect candidate for what he was planning: observing Earth and setting his mission into motion.
And that decision only solidified when you didn't even notice him following you and entering your apartment. "You're my spouse now." He watched with a blank expression as you practically had a heart attack at the voice suddenly coming from over your shoulder.
Yes, you were the perfect spouse. At that moment, he was certain he could easily impose his dominance over you. The only question was...which dominance?
As Nolan lived with you, he grew even more confident and comfortable—you were the perfect partner for hiding his secrets and his actions. Still what bothered him was your weakness. You were weak. Your blindness held you back from so many things. Irritating, he thought.
And yet, there he was holding your hand like a gentleman, guiding you step by step down a staircase with no handrail, walking backward in front of you. "What kind of scum doesn't install a single handrail!? Can't they think about blind people...so selfish, I hate people."
"Even me?" The words slipped from your lips with a silky smile. You were never serious with the question—teasing him was simply one of your favorite pastimes. But Nolan answered without a moment's hesitation, as if the mere suggestion had wounded you both. "No." His voice held the tender warmth of an autumn breeze, the kind that melts hearts. "No, I could never hate you."
I swear I'm going to turn this into a series one day. And if you liked it, you're interested plss let me know in the comments or in my inbox whether I should keep it genderneutral or make it a female reader. I plan to go with whatever the majority wants.
NOTE: fan art by @xiaoye12589 on x. This man is so fyneeee, if you ignore all the weird emotional parental and Viltrumite issues then he’s like perfect. I’ve lowky been sucked into the Invincible black hole. Also very ooc Nolan lol.
"Please, lie down."
You gently nudge Nolan, but he doesn't budge. He can't budge. Every bone in his body feels like it's been shattered and glued back together. You can see it, too. His face is a canvas of purple bruises and the scarlet red of his blood, along with an equally bloody gash across his nose.
Nolan always puts up a strong front, such is common with all Viltrumites. He always acts like nothing can touch him. But right now, he looks like a lost puppy, trying to keep his footing and failing miserably. He’s gritting his teeth, a low groan escaping his lips every time he tries to shift.
“Nolan, you are badly injured. You must rest,” you say, your voice cracking.
He winces, looking at you with eyes that seem a bit less intense than usual. He manages a small smile, but it’s twisted with pain.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he mumbles, trying to wave off your concern.
But you know he’s lying. The way he’s leaning against the wall of your room, clutching his stomach, says it all. You can almost feel the aches and pains radiating from him. It breaks your heart to see him like this. Despite being a Viltrumite yourself, and going through the normal initiations of adulthood, you never did have the taste for bloodshed. You wish you could just take away his pain, carry it yourself.
"You are not fine, and you know it. Now lie down." Your voice is firmer this time, and you can see a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"No, I don't want to. This is just proof that I am ready for adulthood."
"Your mother shouldn’t have been so… so aggressive." You can’t help the bit of temperament that creeps into your voice. You hate that his parents put him through this, hate that they force him to prove himself again and again.
“You are our batch’s finest fighter.” You praise him.
He sighs, a sound that seems to carry all the weight of the world. "You should understand. It is the Viltrumite way."
“I understand that you’re in pain. And I’m going to help you. Most partners wouldn’t even dare do what I am doing, so just do as I say.”
Finally, he gives in, slumping against you as you guide him to the bed. He lets out a loud groan as he lies down, and you can see the blood on his Viltrum uniform seep into your bedsheets.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible. It is very uncommon for a Viltrumite of his stature to speak such words, but ever since you’ve been together Nolan has started to open up his emotional barriers.
"For what? For being able to feel pain?" You're sitting on the edge of the bed now, running a hand through his hair.
He looks at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes. "For making you worry."
Your heart melts at his vulnerability. You lean down and kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek. You can feel him relax under your touch, the tension slowly leaving his body.
You grab a cloth and a bowl of water, then get to work. You start with his face, gently wiping away the blood and dirt. He flinches at first, but then relaxes, letting you take care of him. You carefully clean the gash on his nose, then apply some ointment.
He will heal fast, you can already see the outer tissues of some smaller wounds stitch themselves back together.
You move to his chest, carefully removing the stained white clothes to reveal a massive bruise, and multiple open wounds that span the entire width of his chest. You run your hand over the bruise, wishing you could just smooth it away.
Nolan catches your eye, a small smile playing on his lips. "It looks worse than it feels."
You roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." You start applying a soothing ointment to his chest, the cool gel providing a welcome relief.
“Not everyone has strange parents that refuse to initiate their child.” He spoke in a hissed tone from the ointments.
“My parents are different, yes, but I was still initiated. Left me with broken ribs.”
“I couldn’t tell.”
“Again, they aren’t as ruthless as yours, but as Viltrumites, strength is our goal.” You mumble.
“I’m glad they are not like mine. I for one could not bear to see you hurt.”
You spend the next hour cleaning and tending to his wounds. By the time you’re finished, he’s covered in bandages and looking like a mummy. But he looks better, less strained, more like the Nolan you know and love.
You climb into bed beside him, wrapping your arms around his uninjured side. He rests his head on your shoulder, letting out a long sigh of relief.
“Thank you,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.
"For what?”
"For everything. For not leaving."
You squeeze him tight, burying your face in his hair. "I’m not going anywhere, Nolan. Never."
He lets out a small laugh, a sound that warms your entire being. "Good. Because I don’t think I could survive another day without you."
You smile into his hair, the worry of the day fading away. You may not be able to stop his parents from putting him through hell, but you can be there to pick up the pieces, to dote on his wounds, and to remind him that he is loved, imperfections and all.
If there's anyone who wants the idea or quest for young Nolan or mark grayson ( specific Viltrumite Mark or any marks you see fit) I have one for you. 🤭 you can change or do what you want with this request, especially the ending. ( but I low-key like the thought of her taking him to her universe so you can use that.) ( also, I just added this but y'all can make this yandere too?
Stronger! Kryptonian! Reader x young! nolan grayson
Stronger! Kryptonian! Reader x mark grayson
I want reader who from another dimension (the DC universe) ends up in Invincible verse. While she starts searching for a way home, She starts off as enemies at first with the Viltrumites, seeing them as just blood thirsty brutes that are in her way of getting home since they have a special material that she needs in order to create a device so she can send herself home.
while they view her as a threat / a worthy conquest so many of them approach her to fight to prove themselves. Despite repeated fights, she easily defeats those she meet but spares their lives usually, unintentionally earning their respect in a weird way and a reputation for her strength and other abilities.
Enter young! Nolan / mark and Other Viltrumite, who are eventually sent to defeat / recruit her but is quickly overpowered. Humiliated yet intrigued, he returns for multiple rematches while still trying to recruit her, and she sees it as some kind of light training for herself. over time their rivalry softens into a strange bond. As they grow closer, Nolan / Mark begins to fall for her and awkwardly tries to ( Viltrumite Style ) court her by prove his strength to her.
( she's oblivious because she doesn't know much about Viltrumite culture) When he learns what she been looking for, Nolan / Mark ultimately retrieves it for her as a sort of a weird courting gift but is reluctant to give it to her after finding out what she needs it for since he doesn't want her to leave him. At least just yet anyway.
By default, you recognize, he wants to be under the influence because he knows you have counter-spells to dispel your own magic, yet he chooses to stay unfathomably horny to fuck you?
Yeah, the only person he’s fooling is himself, not you.
You feel him begin to tug on your bottoms as you continue teasing him, reverently kissing his way down your spine to your pants. “You sound so formal. You can say fuck, you know.”
He lowers into a crouch while tugging your bottoms and underwear to your knees in one tug. The male stares at the thin line connecting your slick, soaked folds to your dampened underwear, legs twitching for a moment at the lab's coolness washing over your bare lower half.
Your face then burns as you look over your shoulder, standing upright for a moment, and embarrassed at how hard he’s staring down there.
“I thought you wanted to have sex.”
He continues his staring at the sight, and he hates how barbaric he feels—salvia pooling in his mouth and the urge to bury his face there until next week. The scent of your slick bathes his senses, and he grits his teeth for a moment, restraining, as he feels the dampness in his own underwear worsen.
You glare flusteredly down at him then lean over the table again, giving him a full view of your dripping folds as he remains on one knee. You rest your arms on the cool table, relaxing your full weight on it. “You’re staring too hard.”
The dark-haired male’s fingers squeeze into the sides of your thighs as his thumbs pull your folders apart, spreading the slickness further. Your face immediately burns at feeling yourself become extremely exposed, and you let out a noise of embarrassment—this almost feels perverse with how he stares at your pussy like he’s trying to tattoo the sight into his mind.
“What are you even—”
He immediately shuts you up with his tongue pressing flat against your entrance, hot and thick. Your complaints are cut off with a moan as the burning heat of his mouth presses more against your folds. You arch more into the wood as your legs tremble, “S-shit…”
His thumbs part your folds more as his lips then press against the stiffening bud between your legs, ravenous and exploring. You bite your lower lip from the sudden pleasure and close your eyes as his tongue moves against the bud, urgently and lapping quickly—single-minded in his pursuit of needing every inch of your scent drowning him.
The light-eyed male's rough fingers brush against your entrance, and he pulls his tongue from your folds for a moment, a shining thin line connecting your pussy to his tongue. Not for air, no, but for something else.
The heated male pops two fingers in his mouth, then pulls out the glistening digits. His other hand holds your hip still as his thick fingers rub against your entrance. Your nails dig into the wood as he goes ahead and pushes them both in at the same time, already trembling from how big his fingers are. If he weren't such an asshole, every aspect of him would be a godsend.
Hot, big and muscular, nearly able to lift damn-near a city, and that naturally commanding voice? The Gods knew they had to nerf him with the coldest attitude—yet, you hate to admit it, his closed-off nature makes him all the more attractive.
A shaky moan leaves your lips as his hot fingers stretch you, and he groans at the noise, tent in his pants becoming too restricting—his body wants to use you like a fleshlight, yet his mind is telling him to have you orgasm more than you can count—to finally be in control of your body and subject you to the torture you put him through daily.
His hot tongue laps against your clit again as his fingers begin to push themselves deeper, fingers long enough to brush against your sweet spot, and thick enough to naturally be squeezed tight by your fluttering walls.
You press your face into the wood, senses on fire as your eyes flutter from his moving tongue and thick fingers. His fingers curl as he presses his face more between your legs, mind on autopilot and senses clouded with nothing but your scent.
Another moan breaks from your lips from the onslaught of pleasure as his fingers begin to pump with a rhythm. Your entrance squeezes around his fingers, and he groans into your pussy, face flushed and concentrated. Part of him believes you sound better moaning than consistently berating him—yet, just like you, he'd rather die than admit the worst part of your attitude, your teasing nature, is what makes you all the more appealing.
Your legs quiver more as your walls convulse around his digits from his moans vibrating more pleasure against your folds. A third finger then begins to push itself into the squeezing walls, and you groan from the gradual stretch of another finger; he's not being patient at all with this—say thanks to the aphrodisiac for that.
You fold your arms and lay your head on your arms, a bit impatient from both the expectation of being fucked into oblivion to how well his fingers brush against your sweet spot. The three fingers slowly pump into your walls and curl, stars exploding under your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Nolan… just fuck me already.”
Reluctantly, he listens to you and pulls his mouth from your pulsing bud. His fingers soon pull out after, and he stares at the clear juices coating his fingers, wet and glistening.
Insatiably, he raises his fingers to his face and runs his tongue reverently along his fingers, instincts borderline primal from the concoction coursing through his veins as he rises to his feet.
The light-eyed male hooks his shirt into his mouth to get a view of his hands unbuckling himself. His sweat-ridddled abdomen tenses, and he lets out a silent noise when he peels his slacks and underwear off his throbbing length and to his thighs.
His cock slaps his abdomen and dribbles with pearls of white, hurriedly sliding down the pulsing veins of his throbbing girth. His cock twitches from just being exposed to the air of your lab, and he hates how he can almost cum untouched.
You lift your head from your arms and look over your shoulder, smiling as you squint your eyes. “Someone looks happy to see me.”
Nolan instantly groans when the tense atmosphere is broken by your stupid comment. His hand immediately squeezes your hip at the quip as his words are muffled from the hem of his shirt still being held between his teeth. “Don’t…” he lifts his flushed gaze to you, annoyed, “start that…”
You grin and lean forward, pressing your chest against the table more, “Start what?”
Nolan watches you from behind and stares at the plushness of your ass and dripping trails along your thighs. He hates how cute you are despite being annoying as hell—indirectly agreeing with your earlier statement of 'you being the cute one' and 'him being the mean one'.
The male unhooks his shirt from his mouth and slowly attaches himself to your back, curling his hot body on top of your arched back. You giggle as his nose presses against yours while he rubs himself between your folds, the action being unintentionally cute as he refrains himself from pushing himself into you in one go.
“You know,” you begin, and he can hear the smile in your voice without looking. You feel him coat his cock with your juices more as he slides his length along your slit, “the effects start in a tame manner.” You push against him and squeeze your thighs, moaning with a smile as he kisses your shoulder.
“Maybe I should’ve told you, but the effect gets stronger every time you cum.”
Oh, great.
You tell him this now when you easily could’ve revealed this information the minute you found out the pollen was mixed with an aphrodisiac.
He halfheartedly listens to your rambling as his eyes become half-lidded from his cock, deliciously rubbing against your soft folds, “Stronger…” He repeats slowly.
You lift your hand and cup his cheek, and he immediately relents to the touch, melting at the softness and warmth of your palm uncharacteristically. “It’s supposed to be taken in a small dose. Sweet with affection for foreplay, then a monster in the bedroom for great sex—the potion was mainly for wives who hated the casual sex with their husbands.”
He doesn’t stop rocking his hips, and you shakily moan from the pleasure of his shaft rubbing your clit. “And now…”
“Now I inhaled mist of it.” He finishes.
You hum as you feel him lie on top of you, kissing the back of your head as his cock continues sliding between your closed thighs. “You’re being so sweet, it’s adorable.”
He scowls as his flushed face reddens more. A small tingle emerges in the base of his spine, and he feels sparks shiver until his cock twitches.
A burst of pleasure washes over him in small spurts as he keeps his cock sandwiched between your thighs. He bites into your shoulder and squeezes his arms around your waist as his hips buck, moving in tandem with each gush of cum.
The thick viscous slides down your thighs, and you let out a small whine from the pain of his canines digging into your skin.
As soon as the last of his cum spurts out, his eyes snap open as he feels a hard pang in his chest, and an incredible heat washes over him again—worse than last time and leaving him breathless.
He quickly detaches himself from your back and pulls his cock out of your closed thighs, glistening white beads of cum and sticky trails connecting him to your soft skin. His breath picks up again as his vision blurs, and his cock becomes unbearably hard again, standing tall and pulsing harder.
He kicks open your thighs, and you let out a squeal from the sudden motion, thighs not spreading very far due to your pants constricting the movement.
“This… damned potion,” his heartbeat is in his ears as he stares down at the sight of your slick and cum coated thighs. Drool actually escapes the sides of his mouth as he grips your hips, overwhelmed with the idea of using your body round after round.
“It feels like I’m… on the verge of passing out…” He breathes out as he grips your hips and presses against your entrance, as if he’ll die if he doesn’t fill you to the brim and more.
You immediately flinch from his grip, completely forgetting his strength was measured on an unbelievable level. “Hey, hey, easy with your grip—”
“Shut up,” he scowls as he pulls your hips back to him more.
Well, the potion is definitely working its magic, seeing as he became a darling to an asshole after just blowing one load.
You scowl back at him and slowly lift yourself to your elbows, “Shut up?” You want to tease him so bad, but you know you’ll regret it in the next twenty-four hours if you do.
“How about you shut up, horndog, yeah?”
Yeah, you threw caution to the wind; who are you if you're not pushing his buttons?
His light eyes become an icy blue when he glares harshly at you then squeezes both of your hips, borderline painful, and surges his hips forward. You have the breath knocked out of you as his thick cock snaps in deep, knocking past your sweet spot and slamming against the deepest part of you easily. The unused bottles and your wand rattle on the table from the abrupt movement.
You almost see stars as your thighs tremble, burning stretch unbearable and no time to adjust to him. “That... actually hurt,” you pant as your walls clench tightly around him.
He groans through his nose as he shuts his eyes, the softness of your squeezing walls deliciously enveloping him. “Maybe you deserve it for always toying with me.”
You grip the table as your walls continue fluttering around him, desperately trying to adjust. “Maybe you deserve it... because you’re always such an asshole.”
You look over your shoulder with a heated smile, deliberately egging him on further. “I mean, you came between my thighs in barely a minute. An asshole and cumming in under a minute? So impress-ive!”
You immediately squeal out the last portion of your sentence as his hips surge forward in an unrelenting pace, your relentless teasing doing its job with enraging him while on top of being desperately aroused.
The burning stretch mixes with his cock brushing harshly against your sweet spot, slamming deep; his anger is in both his pace and grip. He detaches one of his hands from your hip and squeezes your face, drawing your head back as he glares down at you and lifts your body from the table—jostling the contents along it.
Your lips are forced into a pout as one of your eyes nearly closes from the forceful pleasure of his cock. “You always,” he grunts, “always insult me.” Your juices slide down his shaft, and a foamy ring begins to bubble at the base of his cock from his cum and your slick, “And I tell myself… to not fall for it.”
You whimper as his hand pulls your head back further, arching your body uncomfortably. His forehead presses against yours as he closes his eyes, “I hate you… all the things you do—all the annoying shit you do.” Surprisingly swearing.
Your hands no longer grip the table and grip his arm instead, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes from his slamming cock.
“And I always come back here,” he breathes out and lifts his forehead from yours. Your breasts bounce in your tousled bra from his pace, and his thumb brushes over your puckered lips. A bead of sweat slides down his face as the sounds of his slapping cock echo in the empty lab.
“You tease… to where I think you must’ve wanted this sooner,” he drags his thumb along your lips, and you clench around his cock from the action. “Not just,” he groans from the clench, “to make me mad… but to have you like this.”
You squeeze your eyes shut as your nails dig into his skin, not even denting it from how reinforced his body is. Your mind is loaded with his words and his cock as you whine through your pouted lips.
“Quiet,” he pants, hearing that pathetic noise. His thumb is then forced into your mouth and presses down on your tongue as his other hand cups the lower part of your stomach, pressing against it. You immediately seize up and suck harshly against his finger, a harsh wave of pleasure igniting from his action.
His moving cock doesn’t falter when he feels your soft lips and hot mouth around his thumb. He huffs through his nose, and his abdomen tenses in pleasure, body betraying the annoyance he vocalizes.
“You and your mouth. You and your smart comments,” he lowers his hand from your tummy to between your folds. You bite into his thumb as his rough fingers quickly begin swiping the sensitive bud in quick circles, “I hate it all… all of it.”
Your eyes shut and roll to the back of your head as a familiar spark pools in your stomach, ready to be ignited. Your legs then squeeze shut tightly as your orgasm washes over you in hot waves, strong and lighting you from head to toe. His cock fucks you through the pleasurable convulsions, and you involuntarily rock your hips into his moving fingers.
And the worst part is that he doesn’t stop when your orgasm has subsided. His drenched fingers continue rubbing the swollen clit as his cock continues its pace, making you sob and squirm under him.
He becomes harder at the sound and groans at feeling you squeeze more around him. “Take it, like all the times,” he swallows, “I withstood your teasing.”
You bite more into his thumb as you cry out more from the over-sensitivity, and he presses it in deeper, nowhere near able to register the harshness of the bite. You desperately squeeze your thighs around his moving hand in an attempt to halt its movement, but super strength is on his side; his pace remains the same, and still has you reeling.
A second orgasm immediately starts to bubble while he himself hasn’t even cum a second time yet.
Maybe you were too harsh in judging him earlier.
You mewl as you feel it growing stronger again and unwrap your lips from around his thumb, moaning loudly as you release all over his cock and fingers.
Nolan moans from the juices releasing on his cock and still continues moving his fingers. You sob then let out a squeal as he squeezes your cheeks with one hand, tears of pleasure running down your face.
He soon releases his load, fucking it into you as the thick spend unloads with spurt after spurt—as if he didn’t just orgasm minutes ago.
You sigh through your nose in relief when he pulls his hand away to grip your hips as he empties his sack. Your eyes are puffy and your vision blurry when you open your eyes, the heat of his spend warming you inside out. His hips slowly come to a stop, and his icy eyes stare down at you, panting.
You look better like this after all that teasing.
Before he can admire your appearance more, a harsher pang washes over him, and Nolan audibly lets out a pained noise—the aphrodisiac's potency coming in hotter.
His hardened cock slowly pulls out of you, and a flood of his thick cream slides down your drenched thighs, dampening the undergarments and pants at your thighs. You collapse on the table panting, and the bottles along it rattle.
His cock stands tall and dripping still, seemingly more flushed and bigger than the last time. His abs tense as he grits his teeth in pain—that fucking potion was nothing to laugh about.
He stares down at your slumped figure as a harsher wave of heat stirs his cock and warms up his body, and god, the sight of your used pussy doesn’t help. Hole fluttering around nothing, dripping with white cream, clit puffy—the heat pools in his stomach again.
You shakily try to pull yourself to stand, but then you feel a big hand on the middle of your back forcing you back down. You look over your shoulder tiredly and twitching from sensitivity, yet your eyes widen.
The half-alien actually looks feral—canines peeking from his lips, pupils blown wide, and sweat-drenched hair curled at his forehead. He reaches down and easily tears through your clothes like paper, making you gasp surprised.
“Nolan—”
“I’m still not finished,” he hurriedly tears off his bottoms as well, undewear and slacks yielding like paper, and shakes them off. You let out a surprised noise when his hands then grab your waist and squeeze the fat, manhandling you and turning you to lie on your back on the table. His hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them onto the table, tearing off the remaining fabric on your legs.
“Nolan!” You call out urgently again, trying to gain his attention.
He pauses, then stares down at you silently. Blood is rushing through his ears as he slowly leans down over you while hiking his shirt above his abs, freeing himself from the restricting heat of the fabric. You feel small as he waits for you to continue.
“Let me,” you avert your eyes while panting, “get a break first…”
“Did you ever give me a break when you made fun of me?”
You immediately pout, frowning in frustration, “Oh, come on. This is different! I only said words—” He leans down to your face and pushes his nose against yours, effectively shutting you up.
His hands easily push your legs to the sides of your head as he curls his burning body above you, eyes glaring as his cheeks remained flushed, “Yet they still affected me, deeply.”
His lips are then pressed against yours as you claw his back from the stretch of being easily folded in half. Your senses are overwhelmed by his musky scent and hot body as he forces his tongue into your mouth.
You choke around his tongue, and he shoves it deeper as he rubs his cock along your spent folds, white cum slathering more along your sensitive pussy. Your nails dig into his back, and he only feels the whisper of scratching in place of where pain should be.
His lips feverishly move against yours as he positions his hips, flat against yours then swirling. He detaches one hand from your thigh and aligns his cock again, surging forward with little resistance this time. Your pussy stretches around him again and draws him in deeper, eyes rolling back as you try to match his desperation in the kiss.
The male groans through his nose and bottoms about, cock twitching and pulsing deep inside you. He quickly sets the speed as a deep and brutal again, the angle hitting directly into your sweet spot. The bottles on the table ring and shake in tandem, and your mind is too delirious with pleasure as you attempt to conjure a spell to have the glasses fly to a safer corner.
The pain of being abruptly folded, and the pleasure of his positioning cock has you seeing stars, eyes barely open from his moving hips and urgent kisses. His tongue is intoxicating and laps against yours as his cock drags along your walls, and your vision becomes teary again.
He both drags your body down to his cock and surges his hips forward, your sweat-drenched back sliding against the wood, cock slapping inside deeper. Nolan then breaks away from the kiss with a thick trail of saliva, and you gasp for air, panting intensely as you toss your head back.
His teeth graze along your jugular, then down the base of your neck. He then sinks his teeth into the space between your neck and shoulder, making you cry out loudly in pain. Bubbles of red appear from the pierced skin, and you almost try to push him off.
Yet your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his cock from the severe pain mixed with pleasure, heightening the experience. Your back arches off the table when he continues using your body, fucking you through your abrupt orgasm.
You push against his chest and cry out more as he continues, oversensitivity blinding your senses. His body doesn’t budge at all; it’s like pushing the world off of you!
And of course, he makes it much worse; he lets go of one of your thighs and starts rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit. Your eyes immediately cross as you toss your head back, hips trying to buck his hand off.
“N-Nolan—Mmph!”
His panting mouth captures your lips again, eagerly as you continue trying to push his body off you. Tears completely blind your vision as his cock continues hitting every sweet spot inside your convulsing pussy.
A different kind of heat begins to pool in your stomach, and you mewl around his lips again, trying desperately either to push him off or remove his hand. It grows stronger as the onslaught of pleasure persists, and it bursts, making you see white.
Nolan pulls his mouth away, swearing as he feels you squirt on his lower abdomen from the overwhelming pleasure. Your head knocks against the wood as your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a second, not in control of your body from such a strong orgasm.
He keeps moving his hips and stares down at your pussy as he continues rubbing your swollen clit, enamored at how strong he made you orgasm. Your head is tilted back as your body quivers heavily on the table.
Your back arches off the table, and his eyes dilate as he watches you squirt out a clear trail of liquid from his moving hips and circling thumb. You desperately try to close your thighs, only your freed one being able to move, but he pulls his hand off your clit, keeping your convulsing body open.
Another load then gets dropped inside of your spent pussy, and it's so thick and continuous you could almost taste it. Nolan doubles over you groaning, and droplets of his sweat plop onto your heaving, nearly unresponsive body.
Then the pang happens again, worse than ever, and he growls out of frustration.
You almost thought the charade was over when he filled you up heavily again, yet it’s almost as if you felt him become bigger while inside you.
You're almost regretting not conjuring up a counter spell for the misted pollen.
Nolan doesn’t give himself time to rest, fucking through his orgasm with violent thrusts and somehow more eager than the last round—you're gonna need a healing potion after this. He squeezes your thighs and pounds his hips against yours, sack heavily plapping against your ass.
He lowers his flushed face to your fucked out one and presses his tongue flat against yours. Your vision is obscured by tears as you taste his tongue pushing against yours. Your arms then shakily wrap around his neck, and he groans, digging his nails into your thighs more and slots his mouth over yours, nearly slobbering all over your lips.
Yet the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches is interrupted by a sudden phone ringtone.
Nolan briefly snaps out of his stupor, and his ear recognizes the familiar ringtone.
It’s Mark.
He thought he had a date with Eve, isn’t that why he was being replaced as a test subject? Why he’s fucking you to oblivion right now, really.
He slowly pulls his tongue out of your mouth with a wet pop, a thin line of saliva shining then breaking, yet continues slapping his hips against yours.
And an idea forms—cruel and the shittiest thing an older brother could do.
You stare up at him through teary, curled lashes while being in and out of consciousness, pleasure being the only thing keeping you tethered to the material world, and he presses his forehead against yours. His light eyes crinkle, “Use your,” he pants, “magic to bring my phone over.”
You obediently raise your hand, too foggy in the mind to use your wand, and an aura surrounds the tips of your fingers. You then curl your finger, and the phone flies to clack next to your forms on the table.
Nolan presses a quick to kiss your lips as his thumb swipes the answer button, and you tiredly kiss him back, drunk off his taste, cock, and hot body on yours. He reluctantly pulls his mouth away when he holds the phone to his ear, yet he can't speak coherently over the phone when his mouth is occupied.
All the while still fucking you.
Mark perks at the quick answer, a hint of surprise in his tone. “Hey, bro. Are you at the laboratory today?”
“Yeah,” Nolan breathes out, staring at your fucked out form.
Mark rubs his neck at the other end as he sighs, staring at the dress clothes on his bed. It was an outfit he picked out for his date with Eve, but she suddenly had to rain check—something with her family, an argument she didn’t want him dragged into.
“I can,” he sits down on his sheets, “y’know, take over. You and them never really get along that well.”
He sighs dejectedly, brown eyes staring at the messy carpet with disappointment, “Eve and I are going on the date next week. Something with her family happened, so next week it is.” He picks at a loose thread on his bedsheet, squinting his eyes, frustrated, “Probably her dad being a dick again.”
“Mm…” Nolan responds, biting back his amusement at seeing you quickly cover your mouth with wide eyes at hearing the familiar voice over the phone. “So you want to come over?” He asks, staring directly into your alerted depths and making sure to have you on edge; he wouldn't normally be this cruel, or care this much to instigate, but this potion of yours—it's heightening every worst part of himself.
Mark pauses as he notes the cadence in his older brother’s speech. “Are you already testing out stuff? You don’t sound right.”
Nolan continues panting and suddenly slams harder, pushing his hips deep and cock touching your cervix. Tears run down your face as your back arches off the wood, both hands still covering your mouth. “I am. I’m sure it’s something you,” he breathes, “haven’t tried.”
You immediately squirt around his cock in response to such harsh treatment, and Nolan falters his pace again, muttering a curse under his breath.
“Woahhh, that bad? You’re not the one to have a potty mouth,” Mark laughs. The sight of his older brother, the one person he could never best, suffering from some little magic paints an entertaining image in his head.
Nolan holds the phone between his shoulder and ear, cupping the sides of your waist. Your lower half lifts off the table, and you look up at him in shock. Your eyes almost plead with him to not do anything drastic, yet he pulls you into his cock—using your body like a flesh light and hips surging forward.
You let out a loud moan from under your hands, and arch harshly off the wood, eyes rolled to the back of the skull from the most brutal pace he’s done so far—while on the phone mind you!
“Bro? You okay? You suddenly went silent… and I heard something in the back,” Mark laughs while Nolan smugly stares down at you with a flushed, half-lidded expression, “That wasn’t me. I’m just,” he pants, corners of his lips twitching, “dealing with the effects of some potion.”
Nolan’s eyes glint, “That sound was your little friend. Want to talk to them?”
You snap your eyes open horrified but then roll back from his pace, too fucked out to conjure a coherent thought.
“What?” Mark sits up, worried. “Did they fall?”
“Not really. It was still pretty nasty, regardless.” Fucking you nasty, is what you can tell he's alluding to—that crafty asshole.
Nolan detaches his hand from your soft waist, no doubt going to have that area sore in its wake, just like your thighs and neck, and plucks the phone from his shoulder and ear.
“Here," his icy depths glint, "I’ll give the phone over.”
You hate him so fucking bad.
Tears are streaming down your face, you’ve been moaning the entire time, and you’re on the verge of cumming hard again from the new position—you’re in no shape to speak to Mark.
Nolan slots the phone beside your ear, and you stare up at him angrily. You swallow to moisten your throat, knowing it’s undoubtedly scratchy, and laugh weakly.
“Mark,” you breathlessly croak, eyes almost rolling back from another thrust, “H-hey…”
Mark worriedly says your name with a frown, “Are you alright? What happened? That noise in the back was loud.”
Aphrodisiac thrumming stronger and clouding his rationality, Nolan decides to take it up a notch and suddenly picks you up, gripping your waist and making you wrap your legs around his waist. You squeal in surprise and fumble with the phone, shakily holding it up.
Mark winces for a moment and draws the phone away from his head at the noise, shrill and too sudden. “What happened?!”
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I swe–ar!” The change in position rips a moan into your throat, while Nolan's feet shuffle over the tattered clothes plastered on the floor. You cup your mouth, embarrassed and heart racing at the thought of your best friend finding out his brother is fucking you silly.
Mark presses his ear to the phone worriedly again, “You don’t sound—what was that? Nolan said you didn’t trip, but it sounds like hurt yourself bad.”
“It’s an experiment!” You quickly lie as your world bounces from Nolan holding your sides and leaning back for a better angle, using your body like a fuck doll. You glare weakly into his eyes while he keeps his pace, creamed cock slapping into you.
“Right…” Mark slowly nods, not believing you.
You try to get your voice to sound normal, but being bounced up and down after being fucked so hard for nearly an hour isn’t really a feat you can manage.
“The ones where I,” you hold back a shallow breath as you grip Nolan’s shoulder, trailing off as his cock keeps hitting the spot that has your eyes on the verge of crossing.
You trail off, eyes rolling back for a moment, as you lose your train of thought. You almost moan again when Nolan unexpectedly presses a kiss to your lips—he’s trying to expose you both, and he’s doing a damn good job at making you lose your composure.
“Uh… hello?”
You pull back from the kiss with a panicked expression, “Sorry! Sorry…” Your eyes close, “I lost my train… of thought,” you swallow. “T-too many experiments going on… at once…”
Mark definitely doesn’t believe you, yet he doesn’t want to sit there and accuse his best friend of something taboo—because the entire time, the faint sound of something slapping hasn’t stopped.
He awkwardly runs a hand through his pushed back locks, “Okay. What’s the experiment?”
Shit—you almost fumble with Nolan’s phone when he lays you back on the table.
This asshole is definitely trying to make you get caught.
You stare up at him and try to rack your brain quickly for an excuse, “P-plant…”
Mark furrows his brows, “A… plant?”
You immediately remember the damn plant that put you in this situation in the first place. “Yes!” Nolan folds you again and does the worst thing again—rubbing your clit in tight circles with his thumb. His cock continues moving as you cover your mouth to mask the moan, “Y-yes! That… one awful plant in my lap…”
Tears bubble in your eyes again from the pleasure, “C-caused so much trouble. A-and Nolan can barely help… because his grip always,” you swallow back a moan, “easily hurts it…”
Mark opens his mouth but then tilts his head in thought; you’re not wrong. If he remembers correctly, that plant almost has a mind of its own—pesky and a bit of a dick. “It’s wreaking havoc now? Want me to com—”
“No!” You cut him off, laughing nervously as you stare up at Nolan. His concentrated, red face is blurred as more tears fall down your face, “Sorry… that was…” You sniffle, “me yelling at the plant… It knocked some… pollen-like residue over…”
A half-truth… because it did that an hour or so ago.
Mark stands up sighing, “Alright. I’m gonna come.”
You perk up fearfully, then your grip on the phone falters at feeling that same coil again, on the verge of coming back stronger from Nolan's vigorous rubbing.
“N-no, it’s okay! I swear—”
“That plant is giving a sorcerer and a half Viltrumite hell,” Mark smirks as he approaches his window, “I’m pretty sure having Invincible to help would make things quicker.”
Your abused, swollen clit gets rubbed to where you’re losing your grip on the phone, and you can barely breathe from the increasing coil in your stomach pulling taut. You harshly bite your lower lip, drawing blood, as the verge of the coil snapping becomes stronger.
Mark opens the window and steps out onto the roof, “I’ll get there extremely quick anyhow.”
Iron bleeds onto your tastebuds, and before you can refuse his insistence again, your grip on the phone wanes. It slips from your clammy grip and clacks onto the table as the coil snaps. You squirt out your juices around his moving finger and cock, back lifting off the table as the mixture of fluids stain the table more, as you accidentally hit the speaker option.
You quickly cover your mouth, still believing the phone call is set to normal audio, as Nolan continues slapping his cock into you, reveling in how your juices soak and drench his creamy cock.
Mark immediately takes his phone away from his ear in shock at the crude noise of skin slapping and pants, staring down at his phone pink in the face and flabbergasted.
Nolan perks up in amusement as he suddenly hears the shocked revelation in Mark’s voice, loud and clear. “What the hell?! Are you two really—”
Nolan finally stills his hips while you pass out on the table, grabbing the phone and raising it to his face. His fingers ghost over your damp skin as he stares down at your unconscious form, a strand of hair displacing as he tilts his head.
A/N: Nolans a very neat character but like I tend to crush on characters around my age and look at that Nolan but exactly my age! I am a little salty that they didn’t call him nowl-ahn but whatever I’m just a dweeby comic fan. I feel like a lot of these overlap with my viltrumite Mark headcanons but like father like son I suppose.
Summary: Young Nolan x reader who he’s trying to kill lol + some generalish headcanons. I may do a viltrumite reader later
WC:882
Honestly probably takes a bit more effort to get him to fold than current Nolan I think, especially fresh off the scourge virus big big viltrumite loyalty there. It’s probably just as easy to get him to like you but even worse suppression of his emotions.
Dare I say he’s good with kids? Listen listen he could have immediately crushed that little girl’s head for hesitating but he didn’t isn't that sweet? Plus those viltrumite soldiers when he was in jail were like “I’d looked up to you since I was a child,” there's probably worse viltrumite teachers right? He’s pretty squishy for a viltrumite, I think his dad went pretty easy on him (not sure how much parents actually raise their kids though).
Canonically I don't think he was doing any colonizing for a good bit, mostly dealing with threats to viltrumites, so perhaps you were on a planet with one of those viltrumites don't seem like the type to resort to diplomacy so maybe you are said threat. It’s his job to take you out for the safety of the empire but whoops you’re pretty hard to kill so he’s at it for a while.
Nolan’s goal is obviously to kill you but for the sake of convenience and writing maybe you’re a little more merciful, you want to live probably and the guy is probably just causing problems on your planet in general so you do want him gone but it’s just the one viltrumite.
After long enough of trying you start to actually get to know each other, memorizing attack patterns and general fighting style. If you’re the chatty type then a lot of it is pretty one sided, he might shoot back with something short in an attempt to shut down your yapping but if that doesn’t work he’d give up on that.
I think he’d probably start to get frustrated at not being able to kill you, he’s used to getting bodied by other viltrumites but you are not a viltrumite, you’re not supposed to compare. Switches to fighting more aggressively and less strategically which doesn't work and only serves to make him more mad and makes him fight even more aggressively and less strategically, you get the loop.
You were the only viable threat on the planet and viltrumite forces were spread thin so he was here on his own meaning everytime he got got he was left to screw off wherever to heal on his own, you probably could have killed him during any of those healing periods if you felt so inclined. You could also pull up and continue talking at him if you’re feeling particularly obnoxious.
Any form of interaction with something that isn't combat or whatever adjacent is totally foreign to him so it’d probably break his brain if you found him while injured and didn’t immediately end that.
Would probably start trying to kill you even harder once he starts to like you, he’s there to eliminate threats to the empire you fit the bill and now he’s starting to want to not do that. How dare you tempt him away from his duty? He is unfortunately starting to want to kill you less but he won’t admit it.
Would end up looking forward to the brawling a bit, gives him an excuse to see you how sweet. Maybe even switches to being more defensive than offensive, because he’s starting to feel bad for hurting you.
Obviously because of different circumstances he wouldn't intentionally court you like he did Debbie but he would still be an awkward loser about it. Silently lingering around you instead of jumping you at every opportunity. Maybe even leaves you stuff that’s probably not actually that useful, weaponry or rocks from far off planets, viltrumites don't really give gifts so he’s not used to it but thought that counts right?
I think his favorite form of like affection is just quietly hanging out, any sort of actual romantic stuff is weird and unfamiliar and Nolan just doesn’t know how to react or return it. Just hanging out without purpose is also unfamiliar to him but he can deal with it better, no expectation to react or anything. It’s really nice to be near someone else without having to be prepared to fight for his life, even if he has to force himself to not be prepared for attack.
Holy tsundere batman!! We’ve all seen him with Allen after he got on the whole redemption thing so imagine that cranked up to 100. “I’m only associating with a weaker species so I can eliminate you, stop getting ideas,” he complains while actively snuggling against you. What a loser.
This does either end with you dead, or if he really likes you, in hiding. No outright betrayal of the empire is coming from Nolan so young, he might like you, if you try hard enough he might admit he likes you but at the end of the day he is a viltrumite loyal to his people. It would hurt though, he has to constantly remind himself of the whole difference in lifespan (since viltrumites age slower as they grow the years and years of life are probably still beyond his comprehension, likely still being under 100 here).
Dying wasn't on your to do list. But life had other plans when you were smacked across the face with a deadly virus, hospitalized, and promptly pronounced dead two months later. It sucked. Life sucked. The world sucked. And you hated it. You didn't get to live at all. You graduated college, got a job, worked a few years, and then what? You die via a deadly disease just because you had to take the public bus to work? Talk about unfair...
Well, until you opened your eyes again.
You were staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar room wearing god knows what type of clothing. Your back ached. Your limbs ached. And when you tried to move to get up? It honestly felt like you discovered new places to be in pain on your body. But with a stubborn huff you manages to push yourself off.
"Woah..."
You looked down at your hands first, the covers of you bed still on you. You look ... animated? You chuckled a bit at the notion. There is no way you got a second chance at living in what? A cartoon?
You swung your feet over the side of the bed and made your way to the mirror. Only to do a spit take.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
And it seems you know what exactly you got reincarnated in.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO-"
You grabbed the edges of the floor length mirror and brought your face close to it while also looking down at the clothes you were wearing.
"I'm a fucking viltrumite?! On viltrum of all places?!"
You almost crush the mirror within your grasp. There was just no way you got sent to Invincible.
"My immune system was absolute shit in my first life. The scourge virus is going to kick my ass in this one!"
Your hands flung up to your face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
You almost jumped out of your skin when your door was flung open. A very much seething, young Nolan glared at you from the doorway.
"Will you shut up already? Some of us are trying to sleep. Can't exactly do that when you're being a weird psychotic loser at-"
You had half the mind to jump out the window. You were not built for viltrum. You never got into a fight in your previous life (the fights with your older sibling doesn't count), so you know a fight with a viltrumite wouldn't end well. Especially one relevant to the fucking plot.
"Sorry, sorry," you said cutting him off, "I'll uhhh keep my panic attacks on the down low," you smiled sheepishly. But it seems no matter what you said, that didn't stop the look of pure disgust from appearing on his face. Though, you guess you could understand why. Your response wasn't exactly "viltrum-like." Even you could tell that much.
"Next time I'm throwing you out into space."
"Of course. Sure. Whatever you say."
He didn't dignify you with any other response as he slammed your door shut behind him.
