Damn The Dark

Nolan had assimilated very well, he was proud of the results of 20 years of effort trying to learn all the weird human ways. He made a family, provided for them well, he was perhaps the most succesful Viltrumite in their expansion so far. And on top of that, he stuck with being monogamous for 20 whole years. He did love Debbie, and he never really had a wadering eyes problem, after all, patience and self control are some of his best suits.

He was worried that the biggest disruption would come when Mark got his powers, but after having dealt with it better than expected, he did not expect another bomb to be dropped on his picture perfect life.

It happened when the GDA systems detected an unathourized body in the atmosphere and sent him out to check if it was a threat, but he returned with a 20 year old half Vitrumite girl whose mother was one of his companions on Viltrum. She did not explain much, only that she was in danger and the only one she trusted enough to leave her daughter with was Nolan.

Her powers hadn't manifested yet, a defect caused by the human like species her mother bred with, but the pure blood was taking over slowly and she was exhibiting signs of gaining them soon.

They barely said a word to one another, but he debriefed Cecil, taking her to his home. She seemed like a wide eyed doe looking around her as if it was her first day outside.

"This is my wife Debbie, and I have a son Mark, he's not here right now." He introduced them, making y/n sit on the couch while he explained to his wife why there was a stray in their house.

She watched with focused eyes as the woman comes to sit beside her, grabbing her hand tenderly “We’ll get you settled in, and we should take you shopping as well”

Y/n looked down, noticing how different her draped cloth was from what the woman was wearing and nodded “Thank you”, she speaks for the first time since parting from her mother.

Debbie gives her a smile, patting her shoulder “Are you hungry?”

Y/n nods, her stomach had been growling for ages but she was too shy to ask for anything, already worried about being too much of a burden.

As she sits on the dining table with the couple, her eyes keep wandering to the man, trying to read his expression. While Debbie is loading up the dishwasher, he finally speaks to her.

“You can stay here tonight, we’ll get you shifted into our apartment in the city tomorrow, I’ll help you train when your powers come in.” He says like it’s an announcement and not the plan for her life, but she nods along, if her mother trusted him, so should she.

Debbie helps her shop for a wardrobe while Nolan stalks around behind them, providing the services of a card and hanger for the bags. Y/n keeps notice of how he listens to his wife, unexpected submission from one of the strongest men in their history.

But Debbie doesn’t come along when he flies her over to the city of Chicago. He lands with her on the balcony entrance of a penthouse apartment in one of the tallest buildings, and she stands awkwardly in the hallway.

“I’m doing this as a favour to your mother. I have my own family to look after.” He speaks in that deep voice, making her agree to anything he says.

“Yes, sir. I don’t mean to be a disruption in your lives. I appreciate all of this.” She says, her head dipped in fear and respect for the man.

“Good. Settle in here, there is a phone on the counter, my number is saved. If you need anything, send me a text.” He walks over to the balcony and flies off before any questions can even come to her mind.

Y/n tries to get comfortable in the new place for the next few days, but she feels lonely and just uncomfortable. She contemplates texting the one number on her phone, but decides against it till necessary.

And it doesn’t take long for it to happen. She’s throwing a ball at the wall, bouncing it back into her hand, when suddenly it crashes through the wall due to a burst of strength. She jumps off the bed, immediately reaching for her phone. The phone rings as she puts it to her ear, waiting impatiently, and as soon as she hears the breathing from the other side she speaks up.

“Nolan! I got my powers! At least some, I think- but it might be a fluke, I hope not-“

“It’s 2am, Y/n, I was sleeping” he groans as he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll be there in 10.”

She feels super bad for having disturbed his sleep, but then she hears the balcony door open and walks over, buzzing with excitement “I’m sorry I woke you up this late, I didn’t see the time” she starts apologising, but he lifts his hand.

“Punch” he says like a plain order, palm held out towards her. Her eyes roam over his attire, a plain white wife beater and sweatpants, so informal for a man who she heard of growing up.

“What?” She gapes at him. But then he says the same thing again and she gathers all her strength to land a punch right in the centre of his hand, making it jerk just a little.

Nolan hums, “good, we’ll start practicing tomorrow, don’t break anything.” He says, already stepping out to leave her.

She slumps back into her bed, feeling bored beyond words and also a bit embarrassed at his clear lack of enthusiasm when it comes to matters with her.

They start official training the next day, sometimes in the large terrace or sometimes in the woods when he thinks she had more of a chance of bursting energy. Every day he teaches her hand to hand combat along with control of her skills, giving lessons about exactly how to invoke each one of them.

Nolan does warm up to her, even though it’s very slow. Sometimes after training when she stands in the kitchen with him, he’ll pat her shoulder or ruffle her hair with a half hidden smile, praising her for her good work that day.

He would also take her out to get her used to her neighbourhood, hoping that she’ll be able to go out on her own if he’s busy and doesn’t feel stuck in the apartment.

They were on an errand to the grocery store, and since it was late at night, they were sort of goofing around in the aisles, and she floats away from him a few inches at a time, but when he tries to grab her, she slams back into the shelf, making it almost topple over if it wasn’t for his hand coming around from both sides and grabbing it. “Careful” he says in a gruff tone, caging her in against the condiments.

“Sorry” she whispers back, stuck on his sharp features and the heat of his arms brushing her waist. His breath fans her face for a second before he pulls back, mumbling something under his breath before he grabs the cart and walks over to the counter.

They wordlessly walk back to the building, and he even refuses to let her help him carry the bags. She watches him put each one of them on the counter, and the air between them is heavy. Too heavy.

“Good night,” he speaks finally, but only to depart immediately, and she begins to worry if that accidental touch was going to be the cause of her being thrown out.

Nolan does not show up for training the next day, you text him to no response, and the same thing happens for almost a week, he’s dodging your calls, he’s ignoring your messages, and it’s making you pissed.

When he finally appears in your doorway, you almost push him away, anger simmering in your gut, but he pushes past you and into the house. You can see a stubble growing on his cheeks, different from his clean shaven look.

“You ignored me.” You state, leaning back against the counter as he paces around the room.

“I did.” He answers, looking at you for a second before coming right up to you and grabbing your face. “You are a distraction. I have a wife, a son.”

“I didn’t mean to be,” she speaks breathlessly, hand reaching up to grab his forearm.

Nolan lets go of her cheeks, instead covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry.” He speaks, his voice muffled.

“What for? Your purpose is to expand the empire. Why would you not be tempted?” She speaks with such conviction, “if anything I should apologise for coming between you and your family.”

Nolan thinks back to all his training, centuries of being told he must take every opportunity to breed someone worthy of it, all rushing back to his head with the most perfect person to do it to right in front of him and for the first time in almost 2 decades, his control snaps like a rubber band being pulled too far.

He struts forward, grabbing her aggressively by her waist, crashing his lips into hers. Her eyes remain wide for only about two seconds before she grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer.

Nolan slips his hands lower on her body, lifting her by her thighs and onto the kitchen counter. She holds his face like she’s afraid he’ll slip away, but the way his lips mould into hers makes it seem like a stupid thought. She gasps into his mouth as his hand tugs at her hair, tilting her head back, rolling his tongue with hers.

Just as she feels his hand finally slip under her clothes, his phone starts ringing, loud, and he groans into his mouth before pulling back. She lets out an involuntary whine, not ready to let go of him yet. “It’s Debbie” he says, his breath heavy even though he doesn’t really need air.

Y/n leans back into the counter, resting her weight on her palms, her heart sinking as she watches Nolan pick up the call and stepping away to talk to his wife.

“I’ll have to go.” He speaks without elaborating on why, and she nods along, trying to keep the disappointment off her face.

“Okay… will you be back?” Her words are hopeful, more than they should be. But when he takes a moment to answer, stepping closer and kissing her forehead, it seems valid.

“I’ll come tomorrow.” He whispered into her hair, moving away before she can reply. She watches him disappear like a gust of wind. The day goes by slowly, so slow in fact that she wanted to fly over to his house and just… do anything but wait for him to come back.

The second she hears the door click open, she runs towards the entrance and is about to jump into Nolan’s arms but holds herself back. “Hi” she settles on saying that for now.

“Hi” his voice comes out deep and heavy, and she nods, stepping closer as she sees his arms held out for her. She tries to bite back a smile but fails immensely, immediately moving to wrap her arms around his waist.

He breaths in her scent, kissing her face “I thought about this, all night, and I can’t… god you’re just so tempting. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Y/n moves back just enough to kiss him, lifting herself into his arms, legs around his hips as he walks towards the nearest wall, pinning her against it.

“Nolan…” she claws at his skin as he kisses down her neck, sucking on all the sensitive spots he can find. His crotch rubs up against hers, his hardness giving away just how much he needs her.

“I need to taste you. Every inch of you,” he growled, pulling off her t shirt and throwing it without another thought, mouth immediately going to her to lick and suck her nipples till they’re pebbled and she’s melting at his touch. His hand travels under her shorts and fingers work their way through to her clit, making her let out soft gasps.

Nolan sets her down, but only for a second before he’s at his knees in front of her, lapping at her cunt like he’s been parched for days. When he feels her knees buckle, his hands settle under her thighs to support her.

“Nolan- fuck! Please… oh!” She feels his mouth turn up into a smirk, and he’s almost laughing at how undone she is. He feels her get close and pulls back with a pop, making her hips chase after his mouth.

“Easy, let’s get you to the bed,” he stands to his full height, towering over her. His arms enveloping her body as he carries her to her bed. He lets her fall onto it, bouncing on the soft mattress before he’s climbing on top of her.

She moves back to sit against the headboard and her hands move to his pants unbuttoning them to reveal his very long and thick cock, her lips watering even though a fear strikes into her about how hard it will be to fit.

“Have you done this before?” He asks, cupping her face, biting back a wince as her hand wraps around his cock. He does let out a groan when she shakes her head, and almost slams down on her but holds back enough to watch her lean down to wrap her mouth around the head of his cock.

“Good girl, doing so well,” he praises, even though she can barely fit half of him in her mouth. He lets her play for a few minutes, hands caressing her hair gently, but eventually it gets too much to hold back and he pulls her off by grabbing onto her roots, making her eyes water.

Nolan moves her to lay on her back, pushing her legs up so her cunt is exposed to him, and he spits on it “get ready, baby, it’s gonna hurt” he coos meanly, the fear in her eyes making him even more excited.

His cock pushes past her opening, making her almost scream his name out in pain, but the slick makes it easier to fit it in. “I’m gonna fill you up till you’re giving me babies.” He groans, moving his hips back and forth in a rocking nothing.

She nods, grabbing onto his forearms as he starts thrusting into her, each one harder than the last. Her moans echo in the room, knees pressed to her chest as he slams into her over and over again. “Please… Nolan!”

“Haven’t had such a tight pussy in so long. You can take it so well, can’t you? Made for taking my cock,” he speaks to her, or maybe her pussy, she’s not very sure.

The tree house eve made was cozy, and Mark sometimes imagined how it must be living alone amongst the trees, but usually he was pulled out of those thoughts when mosquitos would bite every inch of him that they could reach.

After another long day with monster fights and drama at home, Mark was glad to have a space to hang out and just relax for a bit. He followed everyone else in the team to the treehouse, and as he flew in, his eyes caught an unfamliar figure standing in the room. She stood before Eve, back turned to the rest of them and her hair covers any glimse of her face, but at the sounds of eveyone entering makes their focus shift and both of them turn to face them, immediately making Mark's heart drop.

"Mark, this is y/n, but she goes by Flora in the news." Eve introduces, and as it turns out, he is the only one who does not know the gorgeous girl, and he feels majorly left out.

"Hi, nice to meet you, you're Invincible right?" She extends a hand out to him and he mentally smacks himself for staring at her face too long before shaking her hand.

He nods, looking right into her eyes as he speaks, "Yes, yes I am, I have heard about you, aren't you the one who put out the fires out west last month?," He recalls a flash of green on the news, some headlines in the papers, and damn him for not recognizing her before.

"Beer? Or do you not drink?" she offers, a bright smile lighting up her features even more. His eyes travel down to her collarbones, trying very hard to not be stuck in one place too long, but her body is covered only by a light pink tank top with lacy sleeves, and he wishes he could run his fingers over her exposed midrif.

Mark nods, rolling on the balls of his feet, "Sure, beer is fine, whatever you're having," he watches her turn to the tree spouting beer bottles thanks to Eve and his eyes linger on her lower torso, the way her hips move side to side with each step, and he would continue to watch if it wasn't for Eve drilling holes into his head.

"What?" He asks, turning his head to her, and she just shrugs, before he can question the look she gives him, Y/n returns with two beers opened, and he immediately reaches out to grab one of them, thanking her.

"So, you're not a part of any team?" he watches her lips wrap around the bottle rim, a drop of beer that she licks off after she pulls off to answer him.

"I was with the teen team for a while, but it was a bit too messy, I'm sure you understand."

Mark nods along, catching only half the words, instead just focusing on what flavour her lip gloss must be. "Y-yeah, I get it," he takes a sip of the beer and tries to bite back a cough.

"You know, I have heard a lot about you, but no one told me you had a staring problem." She chuckles, leaning in a bit to lower her voice.

Mark chokes on his own spit at that, "What? N-no, I wasn't- I didn't mean to stare." He stutters, but he eases a bit when he catches the joking tone.

"It's fine, it's flattering." She smiles, putting a hand on his forearm to make him relax. Mark blushes red, and her teasing smile is not making it easy.

Just as he's about to gather courage to maybe actually flirt, her phone rings and she pulls back, a frown on her face at whatver it is. "I need to go, nice meeting you though."

Mark bites the inside of his lip, nodding along. Y/n goes up to Eve and kisses her cheek, whispering something to her, and he somehow makes himself speak before she can jump off the tree house. "Y/n, hey, can I get your number?"

She turns her neck to face him, smiling at him as she gets ready to fly off, "Ask Eve to send it to you, text me."

Mark smiles, about to reply but she's already gone and Eve is giving him the most annoying look ever. "You're so gone." She smiles, pulling out her phone, "You owe me." She points at him as his phone rings, two texts coming through, one phone number and one instagram profile.

He immediately sends a follow request and saves the number to his contacts, wondering whether he should text just yet. Even after he goes home, he stares at the message bar, but his eyes light up when he's at dinner and a notification of a follow request pings his phone.

The only thing that stops him from stalking your account is the death stare his mom gives him for reaching for his phone, but the second he gets to his room, he opens instagram to look at her posts, liking the most recent one which was fortunately from just a day ago, buthe pulls a real dumb move when he's looking at her highlights and his thumb slips up to react with a laughing emoji.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Mark groans and burries his face in his pillow, embaressment filling up to his chest. What he does not expect is a message from your account in response.

y/n: 'Do I look that funny?'

mark.grayson1: 'No! I'm sorry! It was an accident 😭'

y/n: 'you were stalking me then?'

mark.grayson1: 'maybe just a bit, doesn't everyone?'

y/n: 'hm, can't argue with you there, but you don't have much to stalk on your account'

She tried to stalk him? Should he unarchive all his old posts? Make a new Highlight?

mark.grayson1: 'I don't usually post much, but all of yours are really nice'

y/n: 'stalking and then flirting?'

mark.grayson1: 'I'm sorry?'

y/n: 'no need to apologize, grayson'

mark.grayson1: 'so if I continue embarrassing myself you won't get the ick?'

y/n: 'I don't count nerdy flirting as embarrassing'

Mark bites back a smile, at least she hadn't block him yet, and it seemed like she was reciprocating his attempts at flirting. He's about to type back a reply when he text comes first.

y/n: 'I'll text you later, I'm kinda being attacked by an alien.'

mark.grayson1: 'Best of luck' (y/n reacted with 💗)

He keeps an eye on the news that night, and he decides against texting her when he sees her bruised and exhausted interview after the fight. But the smile on his face when she texts him the next day is one of the biggest he's ever had. They text regulary, the tone flirty and light, till he's being patched up at Guardians HQ after a nasty fight, and she comes in limping herself.

"Oh hey Grayson." She says, sitting down on the cot next to him, flashing a smile.

"Y/n, bad fight?" He winces more at her injuries than he does at being stitched up.

She winces, throwing her head back in pain as she chuckles, "You can say that."

He sits beside her even after he's done with the medical team, and he can't help but notice the way her dark green and pink suit sticks to her skin, a skirt ending mid thigh which rides up with each shift of her foot. "Broken?" He asks both her and the medic, holding out his hand for her.

"Just sprained, I'll spray it with something to fix it right up." The medic replies, putting preasure on her ankle, making y/n grab his half gloved hand.

"Coffee after this?" He offers when he sees her face contort in pain, and she nods, fingers tightening around his hand.

Mark leads her to a very artsy cafe, the room full of the aroma of coffee, and she immediately melts into the soft sofa seats. "Iced Caramel latte please." She pouts up at him, making him chuckle as he nods along. He returns with both their drinks and sits down beside her.

They chat as she slowly sips her coffee, groaning happily. "This is exactly what I needed." making Mark chuckle.

"We should meet up like this more, without the grevious injuries part." He offers, and she nods along, agreeing with him. "Only if you pay every time."

She flicks small bursts of power between her fingers and small flowers bloom between them before wilting away, leaving petals falling onto her lap. He reaches out to grab them, his fingers brushing the skin of her thighs, the shorts riding up to reveal more of them, and he licks his lips at how they press togther tightly.

"You can make any flower?" He asks, leaning towards her as a lily blooms in her hand, and he watches her nod, her teeth digging into her lower lip.

"Yeah, but the flowers don't last as long for some reason." She puts her head on his shoulder, passing the lily into his hand, feeling his breath on her neck from above.

Mark decides to fly her over to her house because of how exhausted she seemed, and as he stands in her balcony with her arms around his shoulders, he wants to pull her closer and kiss her soft pink glossy lips. "Good night, y/n." he speaks softly and the feeling of her hands slipping down makes his heart drop in a weird way.

"Good night, Grayson." She whispers back and gets on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, making his skin heat up. "Thanks for the ride." He waits till she locks the balcony door from inside to fly away, hanging in the clouds for a while as he feels the burn of her kiss lingering on his face.

Mark: 'How's it going? You seemed out of it yesterday.' 8:20am

Y/n: [image attached] 9:15am

He does not know what he's expecting when he opens the image, but a picture of her laid on her bed, hair spilled around her face and chest pressed up to make her cleavage visible with her tongue stuck out at him was defintley not it.

Mark: 'Better then?'

Y/n: 'Much, free coffee helped.'

Mark: 'I can only promise one a week otherwise I'll go broke.'

Y/n: 'I am going to exploit you, Grayson.'

Mark: 'Please do 🤤'

Y/n: 'Gross, keep it in your pants'

Mark: 'If you say so, but the beast awaits.'

Y/n: 'Stop stealing lines from comics, you sound like a 40 year old creep.'

Mark: 'I'm sorry, would you send that to a creep?'

He sees the text bubble for a few second before another image comes through, and this time he swears it's to kill him completely. She stands in front of a bathroom mirror, full length, very short shorts on her lower half and the same light pink tank top that he first met her in covering barely anything, her chest almost spilling out from the top. Her hair is messy, like just had sex messy, and half her face is covered by her phone.

Y/n: 'Mark, It's been 5 whole minutes. Are you alive?'

Mark: 'Mark died, he was killed by a gorgeous coma inducing picture.'

Y/n: 'Haha, super funny.'

Mark: 'Murder is not a laughing matter. Send more please'

Y/n: 'Now you're definitely a creep.'

Mark: 'Please 🥺'

Y/n: 'I'm blocking you.'

Mark chuckles to himself, going back to the picture and stares at it till he has memorized every detail, a tent pushing his sweatpants.

Mark: 'Lemme take you out.'

Y/n: 'Only if you pay.'

Mark: 'Done, tomorrow?'

Y/n: 'I'll be free for lunch'

Mark: 'See you'

Mark knocks on her window the next day, waiting with one hand behind him. She steps into view wearing a multicoloured handkerchief skirt and a white top, his eyes glued to her face though. "Hi! You're punctual" She slides open the balcony door and moves close to hug him, kissing his cheek.

"Did you not expect me to be?" He smirks, holding out his hand to reveal a boquet.

"Mark! Aw, you're so sweet, thanks. I'll go put them in water." She steps back into her room. He follows her in and closes the door behind him, tapping his foot as he waits for her to come back. "What's the plan, Grayson?" She asks, his hands moving to grab her waist.

"I thought lunch at that Italian resturaunt downtown but right now I really just wanna kiss you." He whispers, pulling her coser.

Y/n smiles, wrapping her arms around his shoulders "You can" she whispers back, stepping backwards into the room. She smiles into his lips as they finally meet hers, hands slipping into his hair as he guides her to her bed.

His tongue rolls with hers, head tilting to the side as he cups her face, the other grabbing at her ass. He pulls back to see her laid on the bed, kissing down her jaw as she giggles. "You should not have sent me those pictures yesterday, you looked so good." He mumbles into her skin, nipping and sucking at her collarbone, leaving hot red marks.

"T-thanks" she says breathless, letting his kisses trail under her top. She moans softly and arches her back into him as his hand gropes her breast, pushing it out of her lacy bra. "Mark- fuck!" She gasps, biting her lip as he rounds his tongue around her nipple.

He lets go with a soft 'pop' sound and looks right into her eyes, her mouth parted to take in deep breaths. They both move till they're sitting facing each other on the bed, her legs on his lap, and his hands go to grab her thighs. She leans up to kiss him softly once more, while her hand slips lower down his torso to rub his growing tent.

"Can I?" She asks against his lips, and he nods, eyes wide open to watch her hand slip under his waistband and he lets out a loud wince as her hand wraps around his length.

She continues kissing him as her hand moves up and down his hard cock, thumb gently teasing his slit. “Fuck- please… Y/n” he mumbled into her lips, one hand gripping her hair and the other her headboard to keep himself from snapping.