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I MISS U SMMM OHHHH MY GODDDD do NOT worry i will wait for you!!! Please get all the time u need, i know how painful it is going through a breakup but trust, you will get over this and you’ll be ten times more happy when you do 💖💖

ASDJIRHD THIS IS SOOO SWEET THANK U ANON💞💞💞 genuinely what a cutie patootie omg. i'll get back to it as soon as im feeling myself again! thank u so much for the kind words <3 theyre really appreciated :)

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ummm. so someone sent me an ask asking about the sinister fic and i answered but its just? gone now? hello??? i genuinely dont know what happened it straight up disappeared.

but to summarize it is discontinued (sorrysorry), i made a joke about stroking my clit, and mentioned that i have a vamp au sinister fic. love you, anon!😭

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COME BACK. COME BACK PLEASE WE NEED YOU WHERE ARE YOU.

LMFAOOO? holds your dick affectionately, its okay mommys still here

im fineeee. im just trying to cope with my breakup. i literally feel like conquest even though she wasnt shit . and i have to wake up everyday at 8am still omg

if this is about wldg its fully plotted but i had trouble with chpater 4 and i took a break and it accidentally ended up being 6 weeks. i will come back to it i just need a win first

if its truly that serious i can hypnotize? myself to keep writing?

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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers

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Y'know after seeing your prompts and all, I was wondering if you'd ever do a drabble of sub!Aki getting pegged (not requesting anything, just curious)

YES 1000000000000% I AM PEGGING ENTHUSIAST 🥹🥳🙃🙃 I honestly have actually been thinking about it a lot but my brain has been so caught up on dom!Aki that I’ve had to write all the smut for that firstly haha.

I’d love to write like a soft? gentle? sub!Aki getting pegged where it’s his first time with you not being a dom. and Aki’s kinda shy beneath your touch, tries to stifle back the soft gasps that fall out his mouth when you’re biting his neck and pressing in, the head of the dildo barely breaching his entrance and you’re only giving him shallow thrusts, worried that you’ll hurt him because this is new and even with all the lube and prep, aki’s so damn tight. but he relaxes when you press a kiss into his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. he wants your lips against his while you make him feel so damn full, wants to reach out and pull you in closer until the dildo brushes up against that sweet spot inside him that he’s only ever found with his fingers. and it feels so fucking good just having you be the one to make him feel like this, his eyes tearing up each time your thrusts brush up against his prostate and Aki can’t hold it back, no, he’s drooling precum on his own stomach while letting out soft whines into your mouth and maybe he should feel the tiniest bit of embarrassment at being so desperate for you, but it feels so good that he wants to cry.

Yeah this turned into a drabble im sorry haha but I really wanna write a longer fic for this later!!!! Aki being pegged would look so pretty omfg

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waittt omg this is like a lore drop it makes so much sense?? I honestly didnt think of how he got pierced up

Gray Sons - Mohawk Mark VI

The shared room was quiet for once—well, as quiet as it could be with nine recovering half-Viltrumites sprawled across beds, recliners, or floating awkwardly midair due to movement restrictions. But tonight, the curiosity that had been bubbling under the surface finally boiled over.

Mark spoke first, glancing at Mohawk Mark. “Okay, but seriously… I have to ask.”

Maskless Mark perked up. “Finally! Someone said it!”

Omni-Mark raised an eyebrow while dabbing ointment on the raw edge of his burn scar. “We’ve all been thinking it.”

Viltrumite Mark tilted his head with disciplined scrutiny. “It defies logic.”

Even Full Mask Mark, weakly sipping a protein shake through a straw, muttered, “Had to be magic or something.”

Mohawk Mark, who had been flipping through a dog-eared punk zine someone smuggled in for him, looked up, blinking. “What?”

Stripevincible groaned lightly, rubbing his healing ribs. “The piercings, man. Your body jewelry. Explain.”

Sinister Mark sat up straighter, eyes gleaming beneath his messy bangs. “Every time you open your mouth, I hear metal clack. It��s like someone shoved a toolbox into a garbage disposal.”

Mohawk Mark smirked, clearly pleased. He stuck out his tongue, showing off the black stud proudly. “Ah, this old thing?”

“All of it. The eyebrow, the helix, the tongue, the—God help us—nipple ones too. We’re half-Viltrumite! Our skin’s practically [TITLE CARD]!” Mark gestured at him, eyes wide.

Mohawk Mark leaned back smugly, lacing his fingers behind his head. “And you all thought I just woke up this awesome?”

He let that hang in the air.

“Nope,” he said with a grin, “got all these babies before I got my powers.”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Then chaos.

“WHAT?!” shouted multiple Marks at once.

“You’re kidding,” Omni-Mark said, eyes narrowing.

“You were human?” asked Full Mask.

“All those while still human?” Stripevincible asked, coughing slightly from the strain.

Mohawk just nodded with a cocky little smirk. “Yup. Sixteen years old, no powers yet, just pure stubbornness and rage. I used a sewing needle, a mirror, and an ice cube.”

Maskless Mark looked vaguely horrified. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it!”

Mohawk Mark shrugged. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly following a ‘How To’ guide. I wanted to look like a badass. And it worked. Then boom—powers kicked in. Piercings locked in place. Permanent.”

“Wait,” Mark said, squinting. “So now you can’t take them out?”

Mohawk tapped his tongue piercing with a metallic ting. “Not unless I wanna slice my own tongue off. These things are sealed tighter than a government file. Viltrumite biology fused ‘em in place.”

Prisoner Mark winced. “That’s… honestly horrifying.”

Mohawk grinned wide. “That’s the point.”

Viltrumite Mark, baffled, just muttered, “That’s such a human thing to do…”

“Thanks, man,” Mohawk said proudly.

Omni-Mark, dry as ever, murmured, “Remind me to never let you near a tattoo gun.”

Mohawk’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Oh, buddy,” he said, “don’t ask about the tattoo.”

“YOU HAVE A TATTOO TOO?!” Eight voices shouted. 

From the hallway, Cecil glanced at the monitor screen, sighed, and muttered to Donald, “I don’t even want to know.”

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im a whole 2 days late for maid day

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was actually clutching my pearls in anticipation for someone to make this

🎶 i am the proud owner of the one and only 24 karat gold La bEw BeW 🎶

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jesus did omni mans thighs have ot be THAT voluptuous . ??? im going crazy over here

dear adonis ...

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invincible when i dont consent to being a slave in his empire

Boooooo invincible BOOOOOOO

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WOULD SHOW YOU BUT IM LOWK SCARED… I’m planning on drawing the diner scene with Mohawk that one ill DEF show you 🙏🙏

YOU. ARE. GOING. TO WHAT???

HELLO HELLOOO!!!! GOD KNOWS M READY TO SEE THAT AAAAA

tag me. send it to me. anythingggg oh my god plssss

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Hell yes I am

Strapping Young Gentlemen

Mohawk!Mark x Reader (smut)

Synopsis: You find out if Mark can take what he usually dishes out.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: NSFW🔞 (for the love of god this one is filthy), pegging, receiving!Mark, top!reader, gn!reader, finally, porn with no plot, strap-on, technical rimming not really, cum in mouth, minor edging, no reader orgasm

A/N: the title is plural because what if something possesses me again and I wanna fuck a different variant. I've never written guy receiving before 🧍‍♀️ idk what happened

There weren't a lot of things Mark said no to. Frankly, he wanted to try a lot more things than you were even willing to entertain. That being said, a healthy relationship was a matter of give and take. And if he was willing—enthusiastic, really—to give you that good good dicking, then he better take it too.

"Why a- ah- strap though? We could've just- fuck-!"

Hearing his shrill voice hitch and catch in his throat had you shuddering. Your hips thrust forward, still catching him by surprise even after going at it for a while now.

You were breathless as you watched the dark blue silicon disappear and bury deeper into him. It had you biting your lips and rolling your eyes back as if, "you're- ugh, acting like you feel, hng- anything from this." Mark manages to hiss out despite the whiney grunts, craning his head to glance back at you with a glare.

"It's real to, mmph- to me, baby," you say, grunting as well, as you snap your hips with considerable force. Leaning forward, your breath ghosts his nape, humid and hot. "You deserve something extra hard," your hips retract achingly slow, and you can tell it's pissing him off to be both empty and stretched as you keep the tip in to get sucked by the rim of his hole.

Lips kiss up affectionately, feeling the prickly stubble of his buzzed scalp. "And the way it curves hits you just," you push forward and you're certain the underside of the dildo drags along his prostate. "Right."

Mark's gritting his teeth hard enough that he feels the sound waves bounce around his mouth when he lets out the deepest growl. The glare he shot you with would've sent a large Viltrumite cowering. But when it's coupled with flushed cheeks and a drooly mouth and tip- well, fuck. You would risk it all just to see his eyes flutter and roll back in euphoric surprise when you thrust into him like that again.

It wasn't a lie either. Even as the leather straps of the harness dug into your skin, all you could think about was the feeling of his ass. What it probably felt like. You could practically imagine how hot it was. How it would melt a real cock with the way it wrapped around the intrusion and just took it in so well. It didn't matter how much you prepped him, you were amazed at how easy it was to fuck into him.

You could barely stop your fingers from feeling him up, not that he was ever opposed to you copping a feel. Hands roamed, feeling the familiar muscles ripple. "Heh, you can't get enough of me can you?" his voice soft and teasing. An attempt to gain some semblance of control and dominance despite the fact that your strap was hilted until the base inside him.

Rather than saying anything as a response, your hand squeezes his ass. The soft flesh, the heat of his skin, it all sets you off. He doesn't so much as flinch when your hand strikes down. The spank resounded through the room and Mark's chuckling. A faint pinch to him but enough to have you staring down at skin you wish would redden in the shape of your palm.

He would have said more but words tumble out his head when he feels your thumb prod. You were just too curious, desperate to know how hot his insides were. Normally you'd make fun of him for bitching when you spread his cheeks, but your attentions are pulled immediately elsewhere. When the pad of your thumb grazes the ringed muscle, you can see it curl in, pulling you in deeper. Moans replace thoughts in your head when you feel the faint pulse of his insides. Trying to milk you even as you remained rigid against him.

"Fuck... You sure you don't wanna just be the little slut from now on?"

A very rude gesture is thrown at you, Mark deigning you unworthy to see his face as he presses himself into the pillow. Moreso because he was so very close to cumming from your thumb brushing his rim. That was a bit embarrassing. He'd accept getting pegged, accept that you knew your way around a fucking strap. Hell, he'll believe that you could probably cum from this even without touching yourself because of the way your eyes are clouded right now. Yet, he'd sooner get blue balled than acknowledge that he nearly came from being stuffed and tickled on the asshole.

Despite his disrespect, you tug at his hips, trying to get his attention because you knew you had no chance of pulling him yourself. "Flip over."

His dark eyes glanced back, barely visible by the pillow. You wouldn't be surprised if he protested or refused. Missionary was pretty vanilla and you wondered if it would be too much for him. But then he's propping himself up with his forearms and beginning to pull the dildo out. Your hands rest on his hips with worry. "Don't take it out."

"You want me to spin on it or something?" Your pursed lips silently said yes but your eyes pleaded well enough to have him gasping and groaning when he turned. The silicone cock twisted inside him, stirring it in ways that felt different from being rammed. It pulled on his insides that were still tightly gripping onto you. When his back felt the warmth of the mattress, he made a face that looked like it was nearing shame. The position was comfortable. The sight of you between his legs, buried inside him instead of bouncing on his very neglected dick, however, made things feel too real.

You weren't going to bother imagining what he could possibly fantasize about when you were fucking him from behind.

"This is emasculating," he comments, feeling like you were a thrust away from breeding him.

"This is going to change your life," you reassured, full intention of ending the night with him pregnant.

Mark opens his mouth to express doubt but he's unintelligible after the first connection of your hip against his, hilting again. The soft smile on your face did not match the way your thrusts intentionally stuttered unevenly. Your lips twitch and you feel your cheeks pull at the grin on your face when you see his eyes. Brows furrowed in protest but irises glassy and unfocused. Despite his narrowed stare, you could very clearly see the confusion and sheer bliss tense on his face. He looked prettier getting fucked stupid than when he was being snarky.

He looked even better with parted lips and moans that would crackle and mute at the end when you angled up. The aforementioned curve of your cock finally pressing right on the button you'd wanted to slam since you started.

"Fuck! Fuck, yes- God, I'm so clo- hah-"

Your hands move quickly, thumb pressed on the slit of his tip, blocking it from bursting. The triumphant grin on your face was two seconds away from getting knocked off your head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he shrieks in disbelief, the daze in his eyes snapping open, clear and wide and absolutely betrayed. When your other hand pumped his shaft, he's visibly shuddering but otherwise still unable to reach his peak.

The need for release makes him desperate. His glare and silence were the only indicators that he was weighing his options. One option was to push you down and fuck you right now. The very limited blood that hadn't rushed to his dick had his head functioning just enough to know that was a bad idea. "Is this because I edged you one time?"

Your smile hadn't left your lips as you watched him writhe and figure out how to get you to release him. Let him release. The nod of your head had him swearing up and down at your pettiness. The words stutter into choked out cries when you pull from base to top again.

"You know how to beg?" You ask, because you genuinely weren't sure if his pompous ass was physically capable of it. The red on his face looked more angry than flustered. You were ready to let him off the hook before he muttered.

"Please," was a soft murmur said in a voice that had never said that word in your life. Your silent shock pushes him to continue. "Please just- fuck it! I want it bad and I want you to plow me with it. I'm letting you fuck me with a fucking strap that matches my suit, the least you can do is let me cum."

The supposed begging was beginning to turn into a rant but the fact he actually did it deserved a reward. You buck into him and his words melt into babbled grunts. His hands reach back and grab the headboard. You double your efforts in thrusting into him, watching his teeth grind to hold back the moans.

When your hand jerks him off, he's gasping and rambling. Your finger can feel the pulse on the vein of his dick and you're certain you can see tears in his eyes. "Fuck, please... Please, I need to cum," his request comes out weakly, lacking the bite and entitlement of earlier. Watery eyes struggle to look in your direction as his lips tremble. "Please, I'll do anything just let me-"

Before he finishes, your thumb slips away from his tip and you're aiming his cock straight at him. Mid sentence, he explodes all over himself, the first shot landing on his cheek. You aim better for the next rope and manage to get it in his mouth. The following spurts haphazardly hit spots around his body, his chest, collarbone, down to his abs. Mark would complain about the fact you were playing a shooting game with his dick if he wasn't busy with the wave after wave of pleasure.

Your hands continued to pump, making sure you milked every last drop out. He deserved to get it all out. After all, his ass was still pulsing and sucking in just as hard. You felt his hips flinch when you leaned forward, your strap snagging inside him and painstakingly slipping out his winking hole. His lips were chapped when you kissed him, your tongue slipping in and tasting the salt from his cumshot.

He reciprocated weakly, basking in the afterglow and looking as if he was struggling to keep his eyes open. Your hands gently touched his skin, getting damp from the sweat and cum covering him. You decided to bite your tongue about calling him a 'good boy' or 'messy slut' for now.

Mark let's put one last shuddering breath before you feel yourself spin fast and fall onto the pillows. The intensity of his gaze almost convinced you he hadn't just nutted all over himself.

"My turn, dickhead."

A/N: I'm insane 🧍‍♀️ needed this put of my system before bed (1am). Feel free to comment and lmk what you think cos honestly this was an insane write for me sjbssjbsjsjs. Woah

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Just wanted to tell you, this fanfic made me sooooo obsessed with mohawk i can’t stop drawing him ..

:OOO WOWW REALLY?? YES YES DRAW MY MAN. I SUPPORT THIS

sooooo are you planning to show me orrr.. 👉👈

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THERES THREE ARCS FOR THE MOHAWK FIC??? Ohh we eating good these next months 🙏🙏

hehehe yesss. i love long fics sooo much i couldnt help myself

glad u think so 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ trying to feed the invincible fandom after it died is hard work !!!!

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not even kidding i had to pause and take a lap

✦ ˚ : · ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS · : ˚ ✦

pairing ☆ eve wilkins x fem!reader

word count ☆ 2.1K

summary ☆ eve asks you to help her with her make-up, how could you say no?

warnings ☆ wlw, friends to lovers, heavy make-out session, some dry humping

main masterlist | letterboxd

"Hey, pretty girl!" you called up, your voice raised just enough to reach her.

You waved dramatically when you spotted Eve peeking out from her treehouse.

"I brought all the supplies!" you said, shaking your bag with a grin. "Now pull me up, Rapunzel!"

Eve rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled in a soft, unmistakable way. A ribbon of bright pink light snaked out from her palm and wrapped gently around your waist, lifting you off the ground like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re so dramatic,” she said as you floated up.

"You love it," you shot back, grinning, your feet landing lightly on the wooden floor of her hideout.

She was in shorts and a worn old tank top, hair messily pulled up with little ginger wisps falling around her cheeks. The kind of casual that made your chest ache. God, she's gorgeous. She smelled like sunscreen and citrus and something faintly floral, and it hit you all at once how long it'd been since you were this close. Alone. With time.

“I haven’t had my makeup done in forever,” she said, stepping aside to let you in. Her voice was casual, but she didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” You settled down cross-legged in front of her, laying out the brushes and palettes like it was sacred work. “This is overdue.”

She sat across from you in the bed, knees bumping gently. Neither of you moved to shift. You reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and her breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

“Relax,” you said softly. “I’ve got you.”

You shade-matched her quickly. Your finger didn't touch her skin, it was the brushes, but it felt like it. Eve's eyes fluttered closed, but then opened again when she stopped feeling anything in her skin, locking on yours.

"Which blush shade do you want?" you asked softly, showing her some palettes with different shades of pink. "I also have a liquid one, but it's kinda hot out. So maybe a powder blush is better."

Eve didn’t answer right away. She looked at the palettes, sure, but her gaze didn’t stay on them for long. Her eyes flicked up to your face instead, lingering.

"You pick," she murmured, voice low. "I trust you."

You swallowed, trying to play it off as nothing, but your hand trembled just slightly as you set the others aside. You could feel her watching you, really watching you, and it made your skin buzz. You picked a soft pink blush and gently dabbed the brush against it, then touched it to her cheek in slow, featherlight strokes.

“You’re shaking,” she said.

You froze for half a second. “I’m not.”

“You are,” she said, amused, but her voice had that same quiet lilt she used when you were alone, when she said your name like it meant something more. “Are you nervous?”

You gave a breathy laugh and focused harder on blending the blush than you needed to. “Maybe I just drank too much coffee.”

“You don't drink coffee."

You glanced at her. She was so close, her knees still brushing against yours, and her gaze felt too warm. Too much.

“I don't,” you admitted.

You moved on to highlighter. Just a little on her cheekbones, and then the tip of her nose. You didn’t need to touch her with your fingers, but somehow your thumb found her chin, holding her steady as you worked. Her skin was warm under your touch.

She didn't say anything else. Just sat there, eyes open now, watching you like she could memorize every movement.

The silence stretched, comfortable but tense. Loaded.

So you broke it.

“What’s the makeup for?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light, casual. Like it didn’t matter.

Eve hesitated. That was all it took. A split-second pause.

You looked at her then, and her mouth pulled into a small, unreadable smile.

“Mark asked me out,” she said simply.

You blinked once. Nodded. Said nothing.

Of course he did.

You focused on her brows, careful, precise. Brushing them slowly, they were straight, perfectly trimmed. Eve didn’t look away from your face.

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go,” she added, just as quietly.

Your hands stilled.

“Oh?”

She nodded, eyes still on you. “Yeah. I didn’t… I didn’t say yes right away.”

You sat back just a little, finally putting the lip brush down. “So… why now?”

Eve shrugged. “Thought I should try. Everyone thinks we’d be good together.”

You nodded again, too fast. “Right. Yeah. Makes sense.”

Eve reached up and touched your knee. “Does it?”

You shrugged. You didn’t usually talk to Mark, but you knew him, you knew his powers. You’d seen them on TV, Eve in pink and him in yellow and blue; they looked perfect together. You didn’t have powers, and you weren’t stupid. You knew Eve and you came from different worlds.

You blinked, realizing you hadn’t answered her. Your hand was still gently resting on her jaw, and when you pulled it away, Eve closed her eyes for a moment.

“Do you want eyeliner?” you asked. “I’ve got a really good brown one—it’ll complement your eyes.”

“Okay,” she said, like a soft sigh.

Your heart pounded so loud you were sure she could hear it. Her fingers stayed there, curled gently around your knee. Her nails were painted the most gorgeous light blue.

“I need you to stay still now,” you said. Eve didn’t take her eyes off yours, and you could see the dumb look on your face reflected in her pupils. “And close your eyes, please.”

Eve obeyed instantly. 

You held your breath as she closed her eyes. The sudden absence of her gaze left you dizzy, like stepping off a ledge. You uncapped the eyeliner slowly, buying yourself time, though you weren’t sure if it was to calm your hands or your thoughts.

Eve tilted her chin up, just slightly, exposing the soft curve of her eyelids to you. Her lashes were long, golden-red at the tips, like everything else about her: sun-drenched and effortless. You moved in closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t move away.

You steadied your hand, tracing the line with the gentlest pressure. The pen barely kissed her skin. Eve didn’t even blink.

“Am I doing okay?” she asked suddenly, voice barely audible.

You paused, swallowing thickly. “You’re perfect.”

Her lips twitched like she wanted to say something more, but didn’t. You finished one eye, moved to the next. Her hand tightened slightly around your knee, like she needed something to anchor her too.

And you let her. You let her touch linger, even when it made your skin burn under your jeans, even when it made it impossible to think straight. Because you’d take anything she gave you. Even just this.

You finished the second line and leaned back, inspecting your work, but also needing space. A breath. Your chest felt too tight.

“There,” you murmured. “Done.”

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking up at you. Then smiled.

"You aren't doing anything to my lips?"

"Huh? What?" you chuckled. "What... what do you want me to do to your lips?"

You didn't look at her, fidgeting with the eyeliner. 

"Like some lip liner, gloss and all that stuff." She blinked, raising her eyebrows. 

"Oh! Yeah, yeah. Yes, of course." you nodded effusively, forcing a smile. 

You reached for the lip liner and brush, your fingers trembling just a little as you dipped the pencil into a soft rose shade. Eve watched you the whole time, her gaze steady but unreadable. The air between you thickened.

As you traced the delicate outline of her lips, your hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch that lingered just a heartbeat too long. Her skin was warm, her fingers curling slightly around your wrist, subtle but deliberate. You swallowed hard, heart pounding against your ribs like a drum.

Eve’s eyes locked onto yours, bright and intense. There was a softness there, buried beneath layers of calm and cool, like a secret she never quite let slip. You felt it too—that quiet tension, the undercurrent of feelings neither of you had spoken aloud but were impossible to ignore now.

You leaned closer to apply the gloss, careful not to break the fragile bubble of closeness. Her breath mingled with yours, faint and sweet, and your pulse raced as your faces drew nearer.

For a moment, your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the brush, but when you opened them again, Eve’s gaze held you captive, a silent question hanging in the air.

You wanted to reach out, to bridge the space between you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, your fingers brushed her cheek softly, tracing invisible patterns that spoke louder than anything you could say.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into your touch just a little, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, full of unspoken hope and something like longing.

“Done,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Eve smiled—a small, shy curve of her lips—and her hand slipped from your wrist to rest lightly on your knee again. The contact sent a jolt through you, grounding and electrifying all at once.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, voice thick with meaning. "How do I look?"

She stood up, doing a little twirl with a smile. You looked up to her, with your mouth half open. You met her gaze, feeling the weight of everything suspended between you, the years of friendship, the hesitations, the glances that lingered too long. 

"Gorgeous. As always." 

Eve drew a smile that was both proud and a little shy, like she wasn’t used to hearing that kind of praise so honestly. Then she hesitated, biting her lip slightly before asking, “So… what should I wear for this date?”

You blinked, suddenly caught off guard by the question. It felt like the weight of the whole world settled on your chest. You shuffled a bit, fiddling awkwardly with the makeup brushes as if they might save you.

“I… um,” you started, voice a little too high. “Maybe you shouldn’t go.”

Eve raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Why not?”

You looked away, cheeks burning. You weren’t used to saying things like this out loud. “Because… I don’t know. It just feels like—like maybe it’s not what you want. Or what you need.”

She watched you quietly, waiting for more. You swallowed, your heart thudding painfully loud.

“I mean,” you blurted, completely out of rhythm, “I’ve liked you forever. Probably longer than I should’ve. And maybe I’m selfish, but maybe I just don’t want to lose you. Or maybe I just don’t want to see you with someone else. And it’s stupid and awkward and probably the worst confession ever, but it’s the truth.”

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Eve’s face softened in a way that made your stomach twist.

She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over your hand. “That’s not stupid,” she whispered. “It’s honest.”

You swallowed again, your nerves unraveling in the warmth of her touch. The tension between you hummed like electricity, too much and not enough all at once.

“So,” Eve said gently, “if you don’t want me to go, what do you want me to do?”

You could think straight, Eve's hands were cupping your cheeks like you did with her before, making you look up at her. She made space between your legs, and you had no idea where to put your hands. Eve, your best friend, the girl of your dreams, was just inches away from you, your mind a blur.

"I- I don't know," you said abruptly. 

That made her smile, brushing her thumb lightly against your skin, then your bottom lip, parting your mouth open. 

"Feels like the right situation for a first kiss," she murmured. 

You stopped breathing for a second.

"I'll ruin your lip combo."

"Good."

Eve’s thumb traced your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, sending a jolt straight through your body that left you trembling. Your breath caught, heart hammering so fiercely you could swear she felt it against her own chest.

Her eyes darkened. She didn’t hesitate. With a hungry, slow motion, her lips pressed firmly against yours, soft at first but searing with an intensity that stole your breath and scorched your skin. Your hands finally found her waist, pulling her as closer as possible. She put a knee to your side and you pulled back on the bed so she could sit comfortably in your lap. 

The kiss deepened, desperate and demanding, as if you both needed to prove something with every shared breath and touch. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you down, as your fingers traced the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin under your palms driving you wild. Her lips parted, tongue sliding in to tease and claim, tasting you like you were the only thing she’d ever wanted. You gasped a little, causing her to smile in the kiss. 

Every brush of lips, every slick glide of tongue sent shock waves through your body. You moved you leg just enough to press it between her thighs, now she was gasping. 

"Mmh, ask me on a date first, no?" she said softly, barely separating from your mouth.

You chuckled breathlessly, your forehead resting against hers. “Deal,” you murmured, voice low and rough from the heat of the moment.

The next kiss was slower, deeper, for the both of you to learn each other's mouth.

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LMFAOOOO this is soo him with the kaomojis and everythinggg

Lensless Mark.

[stars-eclipsing]

hi! i hope this makes it easier to follow along with this series. i know its kind of a pain in the ass to go through my masterlist so i gave it its own masterlist. especially since its gonna be a big fic. admittedly, im not very good with aesthetics --especially on tumblr-- but i think i did okay 🙂‍↕️

I also wanted to be clear about the content warnings for this series. i was planning on just mentioning them at the top of each chapter but there are dark themes. take care

# – Who let the dog out?

— a compiled masterlist!

synopsis: an opportunity for a new life bumps– or rather, slams into you and your volkswagen. But a new life doesn’t mean a good life, and now you’re worried a serial killer lives in your home. Too bad you can’t prove it.

★ starring... mohawk mark.

cw. for this series: alternative - small town AU, mystery, creepy, blood and violence, murder, domestic violence (mentioned and depicted), drug abuse, suicide, depression, PTSD, a lot of sex scenes are marked as dubious consent because yn is not in her right mind in this.

Part 1... Misery loves company.

On your way home, you manage to hit a man with your car. And its just your luck, he seems practically [TITLE CARD]

01. Preamble 02. Love is for the birds 03. Belladonna 04. Hourglass (coming soon)

Part 2... Are you man enough?

illusions & corruption... for the first time in your sorry life, your soul is on the line. And body.

starting on mid june!

Part 3... If I had a heart, it would be yours.

TBA

the fic is also available on ao3, and if u look up the tag 'wldg', you'll find all the chapters + anything related to the fic :)

dividers are by @purefantasia and @cafekitsune <3