author’s note: first time posting for the Invincible fandom so let me know if this is any good. i haven’t written in years lol. send me whatever your heart desires, i’d like to get the creative juices flowing. (and make friends!! <3)
“mark,” you whine, hiding your face with a hand, “too much, too muc—“
you have a quick fuse and tend to get overwhelmed. you’re not used to this kind of pleasure, never really let yourself explore the more exhilarating parts of the human experience. but mark discovered how you came so easily during sex and thought it was so cute. what was even better was seeing how many he could pull from you until you broke.
he shakes his head, smile coming onto his face. “then why are you still enjoying it, baby?”
you always have tears clinging to your lashes, cheeks wet from spit (or from warming up his cock in your mouth or maybe from him slapping it against your cheeks or all of the above). it happened every single time he fucked you. he loved how fucking messy you got, all the spit, the tears, the sweat, the hush of wetness he’d get from fucking his fingers right against your sweet spot, coxing orgasms from you over and over again ‘til you’d squirt all over his fingers.
your skin would flush warm and hot in the prettiest way, pouty lips loose and crying his name like a prayer. perspiration sticking to your skin, he loved to smell the sweat on you, the mix of sex in the air. and god, you loved that wild look in his eyes, a predator eyeing its prey.
you hiccup, trying to get the words out. “‘because icanthelpit.”
mark kisses your nose, finding your inability to respond properly endearing. his lips take yours again and he pulls on your lower lip, murmuring, “wanna try that again, sweets?”
he is so used to going again and again, his stamina impossibly high from years of superhero training and pushing his body to the limit. so this? it’s nothing compared to what he usually puts his body through.
the difference between his half-alien body and your human one always made itself very apparent, the fact that he could do so much to you and barely break a sweat made your sex throb at the thought. the power difference appealed to you, only because you know that he’d never hurt you, at least not in a way you didn’t ask for.
the bedsheets wrinkle in your clutch, your breath stuttering as you try to string out a cohesive reply. mark knew that it was always so hard for his poor babygirl to try to talk to him when you’re so out of it.
“b—because i can’t help it,” you whine, refusing to make eye contact with him. shame makes you dizzy, intimacy intoxicating you, and mark is the root of all this.
he has a playful smile, clearly enjoying seeing you tremble and cry. he basks in your ruined state of tear stained cheeks and lips red and raw from biting down on them. he reaches your face with a firm grip, fingers pressed into your cheek, cupping your whiny little mouth with his hand as he forces you to look at him.
as much as he loved it when you behaved, when you were a good little girl. he also loved it when you were a tinsy bit bratty. teasing him until he snapped was secretly something so exciting to you. (of course he knew. he knew you too too well.)
and when you refuse to meet his insatiable gaze. you feel him watching you like he wanted to eat you alive. his appetite for you insatiable.
he taps your cheek hard, pulling a gasp from you, your skin flushing with warrmth you know he’ll be able to see.
“look at me,” mark growls, canines peaking out from behind his lips. you could help but think that it suited him with his selfish appetite.
your head moves towards him, looking at him through your lashes. eyelids heavy with want as you heed his demand.
“good girl.”
his cock twitches inside you, the sight of you beneath him so little and submissive for him is such a turn on. his balls tighten at the fact that you voluntarily let him push you around like this, let him use you how he wants.
your walls clench down on him, a reaction to his reaction as if you were begging him to keep going. your nipples peaked and hard from arousal, imploring him to pull and pinch at them ‘til he found out if you’d cum on his cock just from that stimulation alone. he loved staying inside you if that meant he could just feel you writhe under him.
but if he were being honest the hardest times for him to hold back are when he’s working your tight cunt open with the sensitive tip of his dick, letting your swollen, pretty little puffy cunt drool all over him while he kisses away your moans. or when you finish around him, shaking and babbling about god fucking knows what because you’re so stupid when he’s fucking you dumb.
mark loves the fact that you crumble so easily the minute he’s worked himself up into you; you are his and everything he does to you is just what you asked for.
There’s still things Charles doesn’t know about him. Things Max might never get the courage to say.
Charles' words flash in his mind like a neon light. You’re so perfect.
“I really hope so schatje,” he whispers, “I really hope so.” The only reply he gets is Charles’ light snoring.
Or:
Being an omega, Max was forced to make a decision when he joined F1. A decision he doesn't regret, but one that just might prevent him from ever finding true love.
Hc that sometimes when Pangi comes back he keeps finding that Lukey has fallen asleep in the lab in the most unconventional places.
It had started fairly normal with Lukey falling asleep at his desk while he had been poring over his notes - multiple books sprawled across the surface made a relatively comfortable pillow if you'd asked him. Or with him falling asleep in Donut's pen — Lukey had been cuddling Donut the night before and before he even realized the warmth of the fireplace and the coziness of Donut's fur had lulled him to sleep.
But then Pangi keeps finding him tucked in the most random corners - in the chest rooms, or behind the brewing potions or in the pillow room beneath the test tube. It's not until Pangi finds him asleep on the cold glass of the living quarters, tucked against the stairs that led to the small loft that hosts "a literal bed Lukey why didn't you use that?",
That Pangi laughs and semi-chides him calling him a hamster who keeps going to the most inconvenient spots to sleep. And Lukey does his iconic "hey!" and grumbles about the hamster allegations yet accepts them chuckling this time.
Because Lukey doesn't have the heart to tell Pangi that after being forced to sleep in a cold test tube for years and years — sometimes the cold calls you home. And sometimes comfort isn't about the softest bed — but about the freedom of being able to choose when and where to sleep.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader
Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Additional Tags: First ever work posted lets fuckin go, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, hoe you are smitten, No use of y/n, Potty Mouth Reader, playful bickering, kisses mwah mwah, not cannon to my au/just a stand alone, there's references but that's it, Reader-Insert, Insults as a Love Language, One Shot, Sun and Moon are the Same Animatronic (Five Nights At Freddy's), gender neutral reader, post fire au
Summary:
Years after the fire that destroyed everything, you've regained a sense of normality in your life with Sun and Moon in tow, comfortably living with you in your apartment. Everything is great, perfect, just the way it should be.
So what do you do, then, when platonic "I love you"'s and common affection aren't enough to satiate your longing desire for more? What do you do when you can't stop yourself? Are you truly willing to risk your idyllic life with them over a heart that can't put one foot in front of the other without falling?
