#It's so adorable‚ it just makes Me want to pamper them stupid...

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You want to trim your boyfriend's mustache.

Genre: well needed fluff

Warnings: implied sexual relationship in the end, mentions of bleeding

~ this came to me in a dream. idk. enjoy 🫶 ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

"Please," you whine, practically hanging from his arm as he unlocks the front door of your shared apartment. In an instant, you've thrown your heels on the floor, still clinging to poor Tangerine like he's your lifeline.

"You can brush my hair! Braid it even! I pinky promise," you try and bargain, which only causes a low chuckle to rumble from your boyfriend's chest. 

"How is that a fair trade?" he raises an eyebrow. Tangerine undoes his tie and hangs up his coat near the door. He takes your coat too as you drop his arm and does the same.

"Because I pamper you and then you pamper me," you explain sternly, now almost visibly buzzing with excitement and the residue of the liquor you'd drank as you look at him expectantly. You aren't drunk, just relaxed. "C'mon, please." 

Tangerine curses his brother for even planting this stupid idea into your mind at the bar.

He rolls his eyes and rolls up his sleeves at the same time. "I don't trust ya around sharp objects, darlin'," he says, crossing his arms.

You swat your hand in the air and shush him. "Pshh, I cook for us all the time and I don't hear you complaining about me touching a knife." 

Tangerine is silent. He can't argue with that, he does adore your cooking. "Fine," he mumbles and walks into the apartment, disappearing into the bathroom to set some stuff up. "But if you mess this up, I'm cutting your hair as punishment," he calls out casually.

You scrunch up your nose in disapproval, walking behind him and lingering in the doorway of the bathroom. "Isn't that a bit dramatic? I'm talking about giving your 'stache a trim and you threaten my beautiful hair?"

"I like my mustache as much as ya like your hair," Tangerine hums, running some water into a rather large bowl. "Seems anything but dramatic, darlin'." 

You know he's joking but his threat still lingers as he finally sits on the toilet lid, smirking and patting his knee. "C'mere you," he mutters, his voice softer, and when you walk close enough, he grabs your hips and pulls you down to straddle one of his thighs.

You're giddy again when he shows you the razor, shaving cream, as well as the bowl of warm water he's set up on the counter for you. It's a fancy shaving set, with some fancy brush you aren't even sure how to use. You hold them up in front of him. 

"Bought these from the King?" you tease.   

 Tangerine rolls his eyes again, "One more smartass comment and we're going to bed," he warns lightheartedly. You shut your mouth, nodding, and he smirks. He closes his eyes when he feels your delicate fingers spread the shaving cream around his mustache. 

God, he's so smitten by you he's letting you mess with his appearance. He feels a little silly.  

You raise the razor, sticking out your tongue as you concentrate. You don't want to hurt him and you want to get this right—you want to make him happy. You go slow, hands trembling slightly as you rock in his lap. Tangerine groans internally as he feels you on his thigh, his hands grasping your hips to steady you so neither of you move.

He flinches when you almost cut his lip and you gasp, pulling away the razor. "I'm sorry!" 

Tangerine chuckles, opening one eye, "Am I bleeding?" 

You shake your head and lean back forwards, "No, but wait, I'm so close to done," you bite your lip and finish a little. Your smile grows and you sit up, grinning, "There!" Tangerine turns to look in the mirror but you shake your head and dip a cloth into the warm water to wipe away the shaving cream. With a skip in your step, you grab your makeup-mirror and hold it up to him. 

Silence follows and your stomach flips. "Well?" You sound nervous and your boyfriend grins. 

"It's alright, luv," he jokes as he places the mirror on the counter. You pout and he chuckles. He reaches out and takes your hip, pulling you onto his lap again. "It looks real good, darlin'" Tangerine admits, his voice low in your ear. You giggle and wrap your arms around his shoulder. 

"You look very handsome," you say honestly and Tangerine beams. 

He wasn't used to these kinds of emotions before he met you. He loved Lemon and that was it, and obviously this was a very different kind of love. You made his chest burst with warmth. You made him feel all kinds of soft inside and he'd fought that feeling for so long, and still you stayed. You stayed and he finally opened up to loving you, and he hadn't stopped since. Tangerine's eyes soften as he sees how happy he's made you. 

He pokes your nose. "Thanks to ya, I suppose." 

You laugh and lean in to kiss him, your hand scratching at the hairs on his nape. He kisses you back, wrapping both arms around your back and under your shirt. You gasp at the coldness of his hands but then melt into the kiss again. Tangerine nudges you with his nose and his mustache tickles your upper lip. You just smile, deepening the kiss. 

Without hesitation, his arms settle under your ass and he picks you up as he stands. You wrap your legs around his waist and laugh again. "Where are you taking me?"

Tangerine hums. "The bedroom. It's my turn to braid your hair, innit?"

You kiss his cheek and down his neck. "I suppose," you tease and pull away with a wink, "or we could do something else?"

Tangerine just grins, dropping you on the bed with a bounce as your laughter fills the room.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Hehe I can't stop thinking about Simon being lowkey jealous of your stuffed animals or actual pets. The way you coddle and take delicate care of them. How you watch over them.

He wants to be the one you reach for when watching a movie. To be lowkey suffocated in your hold at night. The one you bring along on trips to ground you.

Simon wants your baby-voice praise. The scratches behind his ears. To lay his head on your stomach while you slowly run your nails through his hair.

He'll fucking beg for you to command him. Let him show you how good he is. Let him make you happy.

"I do good, mama?" Those big brown eyes..

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS LUEWFHLAUWHFLUEFJF

As someone whose bed is smothered in fluffy stuffed animals, I can totally understand this...

MDNI

Warnings: 18+, soft dom!reader, sub!Simon, slight mommy kink, Simon is a whiny desperate baby :(

You're watching a movie with Simon on the couch, coddling your new stuffed animal you bought out shopping with him because it was "too cute to leave behind."

Instead of snuggling Simon, you have your face squished against the plush ball of polyester fur, a smile on your face as you admire your new friend.

"You're not even watching." Simon grumbles, and you look at him.

"I am!" You protest, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"No, you're staring at your stupid fluff ball." He says, genuinely a bit upset and you frown.

"He's not stupid, he's adorable. Just look at his cute little face." You say, nuzzling your face into the toy and speaking to it like it's a puppy in a high pitched voice.

Although he feels stupid about it, Simon Riley is jealous of a stuffed animal.

He's jealous of how you play with it's fur and snuggle it while talking to it like a newborn baby.

That should be him you're coddling and babying, not some inanimate ball of fluff.

Simon grunts and crosses his arms as he turns his focus back onto the movie, which catches your attention.

You smirk to yourself, realizing why Simon may be upset.

"What, are you jealous Simon?" You ask with a sly smile and Simon looks at you like you've offended him, but his blush creeping onto his cheeks gives him away.

"Jealous? Of what? That dumb fuzzy thing?"

"Yeah." You answer with a giggle.

"Am I not giving you enough attention baby?" You tease with a fake pout.

"Alright enough o' that." Simon mumbles, turning away from you to hide his face.

You place the stuffed animal aside and crawl over to the side of the couch Simon is sitting. You sit right next to him on your knees as you go to grip his jaw gently to turn his face towards you.

"Aww poor baby is jealous isn't he? Not getting the attention he needs hm? Do you want me to snuggle you instead baby?" You coo at him, rubbing your thumb across his cheek as you hold his face.

Simon's face heats up immediately and the blush on his cheeks burns a deeper read.

He doesn't say anything as he swallows and looks at you wide eyed, secretly pleading that you'll take care of him.

"C'mere honey." You say as you pull Simon onto your chest as you lay down on your back against the pillows.

Simon wraps his arms around you and places his face into your chest so you can scratch his head.

"Aww see? There you go. All you had to do was ask baby." You say in that voice you use to talk to your stuffed animals and he can't help but smile into your chest.

Simon lets out little moans while you have your hand in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

"That feel good?" You ask, and he muffles out a "mhm" into your chest.

"C'mere baby. Gimme a kiss." You ask and Simon obeys, lifting his head to kiss your lips before he nuzzles back into your chest.

You laugh to yourself as your big tough soldier melts like putty against you like a sweet little puppy who just found a home.

You both have long forgotten about the movie playing in front of you as you pamper and spoil your boyfriend.

Then, Simon starts to shuffle down.

"What's wrong? Where are you going?" You ask.

"Just moving down." He answers.

He then nestles his face between your thighs as he revels in the feeling of them around him.

You giggle at his desperation as he presses his face into your thigh.

You reach your head down to play with his hair again while he kisses and bites the inside of your thighs.

"Mmm.. Yeah baby that's good." You praise.

He moves to lick the gusset of your panties which makes your breath hitch.

"Can I? Please?" He asks.

"Sure baby."

He begins to suck your clit through your panties making you squirm.

"That's it, doin' so well baby." You say as you grip his hair, moving him to where you need.

You have complete control over Simon this way and he fucking loves it. He moans into you as he feels you grip his hair, pulling and pushing his however you want.

He then moves your panties to the side so he can eat you out properly, which makes you arch your back.

"Ooh fuck, just like that. Such a good boy for me yeah? Eating mommy out the way she wants hm?" You coo at Simon, still playing with his hair, and he bucks his hips into the couch with a whine.

He looks up at you with his big brown eyes, focused on making you feel good and how pretty you look above him. He just wants to please you.

It isn't long until you're gripping his hair even harder and cumming all over his face.

After you come down from your orgasm, you grip his cheeks, squishing them together to make him look at you again.

"Was that what you needed baby? Just needed to feel useful hm?" You ask, and he nods.

"Did I do good mama?" He asks, and you laugh.

"Oh honey, you did amazing for me." You reassure him, and he goes back to positioning himself against your chest, face in your tits with a smile, happy he finally got the attention he needed from his pretty girl.

[gremlingottoosilly]

augh id be such a pathetic incubator for Monster!König. I’m terrified of men irl and he’d make me run for the hills with his height and voice and size and mask so if he had me as his pet human I’d literally just shut down. I’d be way too scared to fight back but I’d be trembling and weeping and trying to plead with him instead. No resistance only terrified sad submission 🥰

If I’m good for him would he pamper me or dress me up all pretty maybe??? Get me a nicer collar and a plush soft thing to hold for comfort??? I’m a singer, I can sing him to sleep or something if he needs something as extra payment!!!! 👉👈🥺

Konig will try to be a good owner for you!! He doesn't have any reason to let you wear clothes, only if you're going outside and he doesn't want his precious wife to catch a cold and suffer((( If you're nice enough and beg him to cover you with something while you're on the base, he will try his best to find you something skimpy, but nice, mostly transparent. Maybe a thin gown, covering you in soft fabrics and cute colors so you would look like a little present, all nice for him. He is using you to taunt other survivor humans - just look at you, so perfect and obedient for him, the only thing you can do is cry and beg him to save your life, it's adorable! You learned how to beg, you are so pretty on your knees when you're asking, pleading with him to save the lives of these random humans he found in the wilds. You'd look at the horrified survivors with tears in your eyes, as you slowly ease yourself onto his giant dick, as you take his eggs one by one, and cover his skin with kisses because he likes to feel your warm body against his.

He calls you his little songbird, makes you sing him to sleep and when he is down with stress and exhaustion. Places you on his lap and wraps his tentacle around your body, using you as a pretty plushie just for him. You're so nice, so smart for a human - you don't resist, just cry and beg him to save your life, this is how all humans should behave! If someone will ever try to free you, some dumb rebels from underground human fractions kidnapping pretty breeder from a monster's colonel...you beg them to just let you go, to not endanger themselves because Konig won't spare anyone who has touched you. Everyone in the compound thinks you're a broken and stupid monster slut, so addicted to the feeling of monster cock forcing its way in your holes, to the weight of eggs in your tummy, that you aren't even a human anymore(( no one understands what danger they are in - Konig can smell you from miles away, he is linked to your body and will never let you go this easily. Poor, dumb thing( He will never let you go out of his sight after he just crushed those dumb rebels - you're getting a very firm collar around your neck, you're getting tossed around at every strategic meeting with him, sobbing on his lap as other monsters are laughing and groping your swollen tummy.

[arachniee]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ “I’m Their Cure!”

༘✿ Synopsis: Unfortunately, you’ve fallen ill. You didn't tell your lover as you didn’t want to be a burden, so you decided to just let your friend take care of you. And trust me, your boyfriend was NOT having it.

༘✿ Notes: this has been in my drafts long before i created my other series. I needed to get the dust off this and post it lol. This is just purely chaotic fluff that may or may not have grammatical errors. Characters; Lucifer, Vox, and Adam.

‧₊˚✩彡 Lucifer M.

Let’s be honest, this man would have NO idea until you’re coughing up your lungs. It’s either he’s really fucking dense, or you’re just that good with hiding your sickness. He’d literally think that everything was normal until the day he didn’t see you at the hotel at all.

He’s asking everyone his eyes land on, asking them if they knew where you were. Most would just shrug and say no (lies), but just as when he was about to lose hope, his daughter saved the day by telling him.

You were at your friend's apartment?? Why?? That was genuinely the first thing that came to his mind. As he knocked on the (hopefully) right apartment door, he was conflicted when he saw a man with just a t-shirt on with a wet towel in his hands.

His mind went in all directions except the right one. His mind filled up with (horrifying) negative thoughts as he stuttered and asked if you were inside. And when the man in front of him said yes, he was instantly red.

He literally started attacking your poor friend with his much smaller frame, accusing him of doing things to you. The commotion was so loud that you heard the cat fight from your room, thus urging you to sluggishly make your way to them.

You immediately pulled Lucifer away from your friend, who surprisingly didn't have much scratches, as the little man in your hold visibly brightened upon seeing you. But his gaze soured just as quick as he glanced back at your friend.

“Leave.” He’d order, still fuming (adorably). “But this is my apartme–” And in the end, you managed to convince your friend to leave for a few hours. Apologizing to him as you tried to calm your lover down.

After the whole fiasco has died down, it was your turn to glare at Lucifer, who in return, chuckled nervously. Though, he'd try to defend himself, saying things like “who knows what he could have done to you if I didn't arrive on time?”

Once you explain everything to him, that feeling of uneasiness turns into guilt. He feels stupid. First, he didn't know that you were sick, second, he was so stupid that he wasn't able to take care of you properly (even though you didn't want him to know).

Despite your sickness, he's clinging onto you, mumbling sorry’s. He doesn't care if he gets sick in the process, he WILL take care of you now. You will go back to the hotel and stay in bed. You will not lift a single finger at all. You will be treated like royalty (which you practically are, at this point) and he’d be doing all the work for you.

Hungry? He's got a snickers. Thirsty? Here, have some apple juice. Having trouble sleeping? He's literally right beside you on your bed, snuggling close.

In the end, after you got better, it was his turn to get sick. And he's expecting you to reciprocate what he did when you were sick! (He just wants to be pampered and babied by you.)

‧₊˚✩彡 Vox.

Look, he’s a busy man. So hiding the fact that you were sick would be a piece of cake since you don’t meet that often, even if he desperately wanted to. But he does notice once you finally spend time together after a few days. He watched as you coughed and struggled to do things you’d usually do with ease.

He’d be very concerned about your wellbeing, despite not wanting to admit it, at least not so soon. Since he always has to be somewhere doing something, he’d get his most trusted employee to bring you stuff. Flowers to make you feel better? Right at your doorstep. A new, comfier blanket? Already on your bed, neatly folded. And of course, he never forgets the medicine.

He thought that sending gifts and stuff was enough for you (it was), but he was (not) wrong. At least that’s what he first thought during his visit when he finally had time. His eye twitched in irritation as he watched one of your ‘friends’ help you eat the soup, their hands carefully bringing the spoon to your lips.

He’d cough comically loud to try and get your attention. Come on, he’s literally standing in your doorway and yet you’re pretending as if it’s only you and your friend in the room. Once you finally notice his presence, you’d thank your friend before asking Vox why he was visiting you since you knew he was busy.

He refused to speak on that matter until your ‘friend’ left. Your friend understood (thankfully, Vox thought) and left, telling you to call them if you ever needed anything. Your lover would mock your friend behind their back by saying “ ‘cAlL mE iF yOu nEeD AnYthiNg’, bitch, who do they think they are? I can take better care of you by myself than they ever could.”

He’d instantly ask you tons of questions, why didn’t you tell him you were sick? Oh, you didn’t want to be a burden? Bullshit. He is not accepting that lame excuse. Unconsciously, he’d be pouting, and of course, it isn’t a matter of time until he throws a tantrum.

It took almost exactly 2 minutes before Vox was making a scene, dramatically conveying his hurt that you preferred some other bitch’s care than his. Isn’t he enough for you? He’d be making comments about how your sickness might have affected your brain and your taste. Not just in food, but in people.

What? You prefer some cheap fucker’s company during the time you’re vulnerable more than his? No, we are not going to talk about how he’s busy most of the time. And we are also not going to talk about how he literally threw a tantrum just to visit you.

He’d still be pretty cranky about everything, it’ll take quite the effort for him to consider forgiving you. No, kisses, hugs, and all of your attention when you’re better isn’t enough. He wants, no, he needs everything you have to and can offer.

‧₊˚✩彡 Adam.

At first, he doesn’t catch on that you’ve been more sluggish lately. He would complain about how you might not be doing your job properly, though it’s just a facade of his growing concern. But when you brush him off, saying that it’s nothing, then he’d reluctantly disregard the topic.

Once he finally realizes that you didn’t go to work (where he visits you quite often, well, more like everyday), he’d ask almost everyone that he encounters. Lute (who is tired of his bullshit)? Emily? Sera? Everyone will be questioned about you.

When someone finally gives in to his pestering and tells him that you were resting in your home, he’s sprinting there faster than the speed of light. He’d literally be banging on the door, screaming at the top of his lungs for you to let him in.

You’d groan and cover your ears with a pillow as your beautiful friend, Molly, laughed beside you. She sat upright as you tossed around trying to drown out Adam’s yelling. After realizing that he wasn’t leaving or stopping any time soon, Molly eventually asked if you really didn’t want her to open the door. You’d groan even louder, to which she’d chuckle at.

She was so sweet, cooking for you and making sure you drank your medicine. As she grabbed the empty bowl on the coffee table, she smiled as you finally gave her the green light to open the door for Adam.

She always found the two of you cute, the most adorable couple ever! And as soon as she opened the door, Adam zoomed past her, ignoring her presence completely. Once you finally come into his sight, he’d be scolding you about not telling him that you were sick, did you honestly think he wouldn’t be able to help? Don’t underestimate him, damnit!

He’d only ever acknowledge Molly’s presence as soon as she came into the room with medicine in her hands. To say that he’d be pissed was an understatement. He was (cutely) fuming, not only did you not tell him FIRST, but you also have someone else taking care of you?

Jealousy brewed more in the pit of his stomach as he watched you thank Molly and drink the medicine with a smile. Psshh, she just gave you pills! What’s so special about that? If you wanted medicine, you could’ve just fucking asked him and he would’ve given you a whole dozen of boxes!

The whole time Molly was there with the two of you, he’d literally comment (complain) on everything she does, whether it was to help you or not, her every action will be judged by him.

Though he still tries to help, asking you if you want a drink or a snack, making sure you’re not uncomfortable and other stuff. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still pretty fuzzy about everything. And he’d make his feelings known after your friend has (finally) left.

He’d immediately bombard you with questions that you would rather not answer. He’s being a dick, yes, but that’s because you acted like one first! Why would you not wanna tell him? He’s your lover! Do you not love him anymore?

You’d need to make it up to him because explaining that you just didn’t want to be a burden to him is not enough of an explanation, apparently. He’d make you promise that you’d give him ALL of your attention and time next time, and by ‘next time’, he meant when you’re not sick. Because he ain’t coming any closer than 5 meters with you. Get better first!

[gaybananabread]

For day 10, spidering, with Hazbin Hotel!! Doesn’t matter what characters, one of them Angel Dust though please, and no Valentino or Vox. Thank you so much have a great day :D

TickleTober Day 10 - Spidering

~YESSS AN ANGEL REQUEST! I almost never get anything HH; I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write for him! Y’all know me; I had to pair him with Husk for this. Lots of silly fluff lies ahead. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Husker

Ler: Angel Dust

Summary: Angel begs Husk to let him pet his soft fur, actually getting a yes out of the grump. Soft cuddles quickly turn playful as Angel makes an adorable discovery.

Warnings: canon-typical language and behaviors! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“Aww, c’mon, whiskers! Just once?”

Angel’s pleading tone filled Husk’s ears, making him huff and roll his eyes. Of course the spider demon would ask that…

“Fuckin’- seriously, Angel? Why d’you wanna do that? It’s…it’s stupid as hell,” he grumbled, taking a swig of whiskey from the bar. Thank’s to Alastor’s freaky voodoo bullshit, the bar was never unstocked, meaning he could drink the good stuff as he pleased.

“It ain’t stupid! It’s fun! Please? Pretty please?” Angel begged, putting on his best puppy-dog pout. “Pretty please with a big, glistening, juicy-ass cherry on top?”

“Ugh- fine! Just quit fuckin’ talkin’ about cherries like that!” Husk slammed the bottle down, dramatically folding his ears against the top of his head. He wan’t really pissed off; he just couldn’t believe Angel wanted to do something so ridiculous.

“Yes! I promise, kitten–”

“Don’t call me that!”

“–you won’t regret this!”

“I already do…” The grumpy bar cat sighed before flopping down on one of the lobby’s couches, leaving his back exposed for Angel. Damn spider and his stupid adorable pout…

“Oh, hush. Don’t worry, I’ll make ya feel good~” Angel straddled Husk carefully, straddling his thighs as he admired the furry back in front of him. Husk’s fur really did look soft…

Hell, what was he fantasizing for? He finally had consent!

Angel gently ran one hand down the grumpy man’s back, just barely scratching the furry skin. It was so fucking soft! Husk obviously took good care of his fur.

Not sensing any discomfort, Angel took things a step further. He gently placed his other three hands on Husk: one on his head, the other two on his sides. The fourth stayed on his spine, scratching a soft path up and down the area.

While he still wanted to be an obstinate shithead, he couldn't deny that the pampering felt nice. Sure, the occasional brush on his sides made him squirm, but he kept his reactions under control. Before he knew it, he was close to falling asleep.

Angel could feel the man relaxing under him, smiling smugly. He’d never asked a better question in all his life. Sure, begging to pet Husk was usually a death sentence, but he’d played his cards just right that day.

Right as Angel was about to tease the grumpy man for acting like a kitten, he heard a low sound from beneath him. It almost sounded like…

“No fuckin’ way…”

Surely enough, Husk was purring; the deep, base-sounding rumbles melted Angel’s heart to a sticky pile of goo. One of his hands left the cat man’s sides to cover his mouth. There were practically hearts in his eyes.

“Mmph… Would you quit starin’ at me?” Husk mumbled the words, barely able to sound mad from all the loving affection. He was on cloud nine, though still coherent enough to be a grump.

“Sorry boo, but…wow, that’s cute. Like, kitten-on-Christmas-mornin’-with-a bow-on-level cute.”

Husk growled at that, expertly using his tail to swat Angel’s head. The spider demon just laughed, going back to petting his grumpy companion.

Now, while they weren’t a problem earlier, the side scratches caught Husk off guard; he was too sleepy to keep up appearances. A few gruff little giggles slipped out, his wings flapping once in protest.

“What the…Husk, are you-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Husks deep growl would've scared any sane demon away, but Angel was already hooked on that little giggle. Funny how a sound could be more addictive than any drug he'd ever put in himself.

“Sorry, Husky; not my specialty~”

Two gloved hands pinned Husk’s wrists above his head before he could fight back, the other two starting to gently scribble up and down his sides. Angel was surprisingly strong for such a skinny guy; combined with the position, Husk was trapped.

“A-Angel, I swehear to fuck, g-get off- mmph!” Husk was putting his all into holding back his reactions, refusing to just freely giggle like some kid. Unfortunately for him, Angel seemed to have found the special little spot just above his hips that made him lose his mind.

“Y-YouhuHUHU BAHASTAHARD! FUHUCK!”

Angel chuckled at the sight, though it didn’t come without a cost; Husk’s thrashing tail whacked him in the back of the head, occasionally whipping against his back as well. It didn’t hurt at all, but getting hit with tail feathers wasn’t exactly a desired experience. At least, not in that scenario.

“Aww, what's wrong, Husky? Does it tickle, hmm?” Angel cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice, doing his best to fluster the fur off Husker.

“SHUHUT THE FAHAHACK UHUHUP!” As his thrashing increased, his wings began to flap and smack against Angel. The spider brought out his third set of arms, carefully pinning the plumes down.

As fun as the loud-ass reactions were, Angel wasn't aiming to kill the grump; he just wanted to loosen him up. It was time to get silly.

“Wanna hear a song, whiskers? I've got some great pipes~” Ignoring the immediate protests, Angel started to sing-song his words. The hands moved up from the sweet spot to Husk's sides, gently spidering up and down in time with the lyrics.

“The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout~” Angel walked two fingers up one side while the other hand spidered upwards.

“I-Ihihi'm gohonna kihihill you!” Husk thrashed and kicked, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his fur. Damn Angel and his stupid limbs!

“Down came the rain,” Angel sang as he tapped his fingers along Husks spine, “an’ washed the spider out~” One finger swiped at Husks spine, the other hand quickly spidering down his sides.

“Then out came the sun an’ dried up all that rain~” Ten fingers fanned out across Husk's shoulder blades, the small nails on them making his back arch.

“So the itsy bitsy spider...” The spidering little fingers returned, this time teasing the spots above his hips again.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!”

“Came up the spout again~” Leaving the evil spot, Angel moved both his tickling hands to rub Husk's ears. The man seemed exhausted, and Angel had satisfied his gremlin tendencies.

“F-fuhuhuckin’ ahasshole…” Husk huffed and grumbled, begrudgingly relaxing beneath Angel’s now-soothing touch. If his ears weren’t so sensitive, he’d be enacting such sweet revenge… That’d just have to happen later.

“C’mon, Husky,” Angel chided, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “ you know you loved that~”

That got him another tail-whack in the head, though Husk didn’t deny it. Angel took that as a sign to quiet down, and for once, he actually listened. Husker soon drifted back off, unable to keep his eyes open.

Angel just sat there, gently rubbing and scratching behind Husk’s fuzzy ears. Once he was absolutely positive that Husk was out, he carefully snapped a picture of the adorable cat demon beneath him.

Hello, new wallpaper…

[darlingbabyboo]

Can you make a part 2 to the tr x bimbo girlfriend with maybe izana mikey and kazutora if you dont write for them or dont want to its okay have a good day/night<3

I hope you also have a good dabunnyight ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა Part 1 (Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Baji, Smiley, Mucho) Part 3 (Hanma, Chifuyu, Angry, Ran, Hakkai, Inui)

"Honey, you're my slut!"

♡ More Tokyo Revengers Characters and their bimbo girlfriends ♡

Kazutora Hanemiya

He loves you so much!

Your cute little aesthetic

Your adorable mannerisms

Just everything about you is just so amazing he can't control how much he feels for you

Though that's also the problem...

He just really doesn't get why you're with someone like him

You're just so amazing and he has a lot of insecurities and baggage and you're this pure beacon of light

How could you be with someone like him?

But you make sure to erase any and every negative thought he has

He won't deny that he loves the pampering

"What's that?" Is the question that's he's been asking all afternoon, but it can't be helped, he's just pretty clueless when it comes to the makeup world. He's eager to learn though, especially when you're the one teaching him.

You're focused on your craft, for once, the smarter one in a situation. "It's just mascara, supposed to really make your eyes pop-not that you need it, honestly." You cup his cheek with your hand. "Every part of you is just so beautiful!"

He squirms at your unfiltered praise. "That's not true. I-" You give him a deep kiss, stopping him from spewing any self-hatred.

He knows your lipstick will stain against his lips and he finds that he enjoys the thought of that, being marked by you. He relaxes into the kiss, you make him feel worthy of love.

Manjiro Sano (Bonten Mikey)

Mikey's life is practically defined by how much he's lost

His entire life is filled with grieving for the people that have left him or have passed away

His heart has hardened, and he cares for very little in his life

And you're one of the rare few

Mikey enjoys being with you so much because you just love him unconditionally

He doesn't have to pretend to be someone else or put on a light facade

He can talk about some really dark stuff and you won't be scared of it, no matter how much you probably should be

He also just likes how airy you can be

He finds it endearing, and even if the things you say can be a bit stupid, he always gets a good laugh out of it

You're just his special girl ᰔ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*ᰔ

And god forbid anyone talk about your outfit

He'll destroy them

He always got his girls back

It's one of the few days of relaxation that Mikey gets and he's decided to spend it with you, just cuddled together at home. Due to the nature of his job, you two don't spend a lot of time together, but he cherishes the moments you do get. Right now you're on his lap, perfectly manicured hands typing away at your phone.

"Baby, I want this." He focuses on what you've added to your cart and finds a necklace similar to his tattoo. His lips curl into a smile.

"For me?" You nod your head eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"So when you're off doing all your work, we're still connected."

You look at him with so much love in your eyes, like the 'work' you're brushing off is simply an office job and not committing multiple crimes. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but he knows that you're one of the few good things left in his life. He presses his lips against yours, he's never letting you go.

Izana Kurokawa

He loves you so much okay

Like, his heart is overfilling with how much love he has for you

You're perfect in his eyes

It's amazing how he could be blessed with someone like you

He thinks that you're one of the best things that has ever happened in his life

And for the person that he views as an angel, he doesn't want the rotten world corrupting you

He knows how bad the world can get (first hand experience is a bitch) and he doesn't want that for you

He has a smile on his face for every one of the silly things you say

He throws money at you like it's nothing

Is your biggest hypeman

Only wants the best for his queen ❤

"Pretty I was looking for you!" He hears the click clacking of your heels before he sees you. Instinctively, he opens his arms so that you can catapult inside of them. As you bury your nose in his neck, he restrains the urge to laugh at your pet name. Him, pretty. No one else would dare call the leader of Tenjiku that. But you're... different.

"How was your day princess" Brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"It was fine, but," you jut out your bottom lip, "I really missed you-why haven't I seen you all day! "

"You don't remember? " You furrow your brows at the comment, as you try to recall what he's talking about.

He laughs, a light laugh that doesn't fit what he's saying. "You told me some guys were talking shit about your gorgeous outfit, I dealt with them."

You pull away from him and see that his fists are dripping with blood. You gasp, and he wonders if you're mad at him. If, finally, you're going to leave him like everyone else. But, you've seen his darker side before, surely you won't leave him for something like this.

Proving him right, you clasp your hands around one of his and start to gently kiss each knuckle. "Thank you pretty, you shouldn't have." Your kisses leave behind some lipstick residue but Izana doesn't mind, he watches you in complete awe. He brings up his other hand and cups the side of your face gently. "Anything for you, my queen."

[katsukismrs]

i wish i were heather.

platonic!katsuki bakugou x reader

a/n: if you can’t tell i’m not in the best mental state rn💀 inspired by Heather by Conan Gray. this isn’t my best piece but meh

warnings: y/n ran away from home due to abusive family, was left out a lot by friends, bakugou’s sort of the exception???

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“You’re rich, Y/N! Literally if i were you, i’d be spending money everywhere!” Denki exclaimed in disappointment “And you don’t do anything with your money!”

“That’s called not being wise with money, Kaminari!” Ida disagreed wholeheartedly with Denki’s statement. “Y/N’s being completely reasonable with her money.”

Truth is, it isn’t that you can’t find a reason to spend your money, you donate to charity each month and take yourself and friends on shopping sprees. It’s just that the money feels.. empty. It has always been.

It was widely known that you spent the last years of your childhood and your first years of being a teenager in an orphanage, since you strongly disapproved of going back to that hell of a place your family calls home. You were 10 when you ran away from there, the day that marked your freedom.

But you can’t help but feel.. lonely.

Walking around in parks, malls, or any open space makes you see the life you can only dream of having. Children being pampered and loved by their parents can only make you feel like your skin doesn’t fit right over your bones, makes your legs eager to run somewhere far away to scream.

And unfortunately that has gotten to your UA classmates, too. Seeing Midoriya with his mother, seeing Bakugou with his parents, seeing everyone living the life you could never have. But they want to be you. It’s stupid to think about how they’ll trade a life full of security, love, support and happiness for having money and fame. but the grass on the other side is always greener, isn’t it?

There’s a side of you, that envies your classmates so much it could kill them, kill them for the life they potentially stole from you, but you know that isn’t the case and never will be.

And it isn’t with those in UA, either. But all your friends have something in common: they leave you, just like your parents did, just like everyone will.

Your friends left you for others, your best friends were never ‘forever’ as they say, and you hated that, and you hated yourself for it.

—

You sit in Katsuki’s dorm.

In silence.

With your thoughts. Disgusting, disgusting thoughts.

“I wish i were you, or anybody else.” You abruptly spoke.

“Hm?” He looked at you, perplexed. “What’d ya say?”

“i don’t want to be myself anymore.” you spoke.

“Who do you wanna be then? me?” He joked.

“I want to be anybody else but me.”

He turned to face you. “Because?”

“Everyone thinks i have it perfect because i have money.”

Katsuki stared at you, waiting for you to get to your point.

“But rectangular pieces of paper can’t love like a human can.” you spoke with a monotonous tone.

He waited for you to get to your point, staying silent.

I wish i were Jiro, who has supportive parents.

I wish i were Ochako, whom regardless of financial situation, her parents still love her anyways.

I wish i were Ida, whose brother adores him.

I wish i were Mina, who can make friends anywhere and everywhere.

I wish i were Kirishima, able to make friends stay.

I wish i were Shoto, whose father is trying to make up for the damage he caused him.

But all you can muster out is “I don’t want to be myself, i don’t want to be here as me, i want to be someone else, anybody.”

Katsuki looked at you. “You think you can have it your way every time in life, huh?” He laughed.

You looked up at him, tears threatening to fall as your throat begins tying itself into a knot.

Katsuki sighed “Listen, I’m not the type to come to for this verbal shit, but you’re pretty fuckin’ awesome as is.”

You didn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe him.

but maybe you could someday, but for now?

you wish you were Heather, or someone else who isn’t you.

—

[delusionalwriter02]

Insta as Fyodor's GF p.2

<3 liked by Golgot, Yosanugirl and 390 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : last friday night @.Fyofyo

Fyofyo : remind me to never do that ever again

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : seeing you drunk is certainly a rare sight

↳ Golgot : and a VERY fun one

↳ Fyofyo : my reputation is ruined

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : cmon love, you're allowed to have fun from time to time

↳ Fyofyo : the headache is not worth it

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : but the pampering was

↳ Golgot : Ynnn can you pamper me toooooo ??

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : fuck off

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Yn_theoneandonly : i don't need to adopt him i don't need to adopt him i don't need to adopt him I NEED TO ADOPT HIM

Fyofyo : You want a cat my dear ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I want a whole menagerie

↳ Fyofyo : consider it done

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ....... what ?

Sig_ma : So have you adopted him ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : he adopt me

↳ Sig_ma : Excuse me ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : he followed me home, he choose me, who am i to decline ?

↳ Sig_ma : From this angle, yeah it makes sense

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : the cat distribution system finally heard me

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Yn_theoneandonly : so...hmmmmm.... to summarize my day. I adopt an adorable cat named Charlie and an horse because my INCREDIBLE bf says so, living THE LIFE

Yosanugirl : how to have a rich rich rich bf

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : *how to have a bf that loves you

↳ Yosanugirl : I'M sorry but even if I love somebody to DEATH, I don't have the money TO BUY AN HORSE

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Yosano, my one and only, we'll get you an horse and we'll go on a walk

↳ Yosanugirl : don't need your pity

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : will that make you happy ?

↳ Yosanugirl : ......yes

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : then we'll do it

Fyofyo : I'm glad you're happy my dear

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I'm happy just being with you, you don't have to buy me everything

↳ Fyofyo : we got the space, the money so why don't take advantage of it ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i don't even know what to say except I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH

↳ Golgot : FYODOR I LOVE YOU TOO PLEASE BUY ME

↳ Fyofyo : Buy you ???????

↳ Golgot : No no no not me but I want the advantages of loving you too

↳ Fyofyo : I'll give you a punch and that's it

↳ Golgot : you're mean

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Yn_theoneandonly : love him to death

Golgot : thirdwheeling them for the night is very humbling

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : glad you're self aware

↳ Golgot : I hate you

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : me too don't worry

↳ Golgot : I'M NOT WORRY

↳ Fyofyo : Do not scream on my wife ever again.

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : YOUR WHAT

↳ Golgot : YOUR WHAT

↳ Gintonic : you're twinning

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : GIN DO NOT says something like that

↳ Golgot : twinning with that golddigger ??????

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : A WHAT YOU STUPID CLOWN

↳ Golgot : YOU'RE STEALING MY SPOTLIGHT

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : what spotlight ???? the one in the very very back of fyodor's mind ?

↳ Golgot : I HATE BOTH OF YOU

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : THEN GO AWAY ?????

↳ Fyofyo : Nikolai, you better apologize right now or I swear you won't live another day

↳ Golgot : Fine, I'm sorry Yn for saying you were a golddigger

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Apologies not accepted

↳ Yosanurgirl : THAT'S MY GIRL

Hey! Hope you liked it ? @cassymassy90000 thank you for the request and I hope I didn't disappoint you haha, I have so much fun writing little "clash", I love Nikolai but in the Fyodor's Insta, I like writing him being a bit jealous, anyway thank you for reading!!

with love <3

[lehguru]

LOVERS + GERMA 66

germa 66 as lovers/partners!!

warnings: part of my fluff month, all of germa 66 r walking trigger warnings (i say as i write fluff for them); not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

dating ichiji means that you're never going to be right about something. he will always have the last word during a discussion and don't even try to prove your point. he expects you to be on his side no matter what. he loves when you touch his tattoo, it always makes a cocky smirk appear in his lips. even if he and his brothers usually hate the same people (sanji), he will never let them say bad things about you – unless he also agree with them, but that's rare/doesn't happen. he won't do PDA or even do as much as hold your hand if someone is in the same room as you two; in private, he will go along with anything you want to do, even if he scowls and calls you stupid for wanting to rest your head on his chest.

niji would prefer to have a friends with benefits type of relationship; that's what he says at least, but he can't stand seeing anyone else flirting with you – he broke yonji's nose when he noticed his brother doing heart eyes at you. loves to pin you against the wall to talk to you, even more if you are smaller. a little aggressive, if you can't handle people screaming at you, you definitely wouldn't be able to be with him; he doesn't scream because he hates you or something, he just doesn't care about the affects of his words or actions. i can see him pampering you with gifts and money, all to show how rich and true royalty he is.

yonji is definitely the clingest of all germa 66. he always throws an arm around your shoulders, his characteristic smirk in his lips, and kisses your temple, his raspy voice questioning why you weren't next to him since the morning. whenever you're eating with the "family", he keeps a hand resting on any part of your body he can reach; he squeezes your flesh and opens his mouth, as a quiet "feed me". loves to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder to bring you anywhere he wants, not caring about the looks people (mostly the clones and other employees) gives you two. at night, he hugs you tight against his body and loudly groans if you do as much as shift a little.

reiju is the best lover among all of them. she will shower you with love, always have obvious adoration in her eyes while looking at you. doesn't really enjoy PDA much – mostly so her brothers and father don't realize how deep her feelings run for you –, but she makes sure to hold your hand and quickly squeezes it before letting go; it's her way of assuring you she is there. in private, she adores to play with your hair, resting your head on her thighs. loves to hear you talk about anything, from random things to your deepest secrets, she will always pay attention and give you her all. she will often leave little kisses on your lips, chuckling when you get embarrassed; compliments you after doing it too, just so you can get even more shy.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[ghostykapi]

i think it'd be very cute seeing a member take care of a drunk s/o

even though my 17 y/o ass can't drink 😓

remember kids! drink responsibly and don’t forget to hydrate and eat while drinking 😭😭 learned that while my friends made me drunk

twice reactions to taking care of drunk s/o

you had prepared yourself to have a nice hangout with your old high school friends. wearing that nice outfit you’ve been itching to wear and those nice accessories to go with it.

that quickly changed midway your dinner over at your best friend’s place when one of them pulled out bottles of alcohol from their bags, with every single intention to leave all non designated drivers drunk as they can be

you hum in your friend’s car as one of the sober ones drove you all back to your places. you watched as the lights passed by in a blur and before you can even comprehend that it was past midnight, you suddenly find yourself clinging on to your sober friend as they drag you back to your apartment

you wouldn’t stop giggling the entire time, excited to see your girlfriend. so when the door to your apartment swings open and you face your girlfriend, you don’t hesitate to cling unto her while your friend explains how drunk you are

im nayeon

“baby you’re so cute right now i’m so happy you get clingy when drunk”

she finds you adorable and so cute when you’re clingy. so when she sees you immediately latching unto her, she’s thrilled to take care of you. you want kisses? she's giving you so many all over your face. you want soup? she's ordering the best soup you want because you also don't trust her in the kitchen while you're drunk. you want her to stay beside you the entire night while you ramble how gorgeous she is? she’s sat and she’s ready to record this to look back into when she’s out on her schedules and on tour

yoo jeongyeon

“no you can’t do that sweetheart you’re gonna burn yourself. here i’ll do it for you”

she has half the heart to record you so drunk out of your mind for blackmail purposes. she already had her phone ready but immediately had her mom mode on when you attempted to cook some food. her future wife can’t get injured yet! the custom ring is still being made! how can she even propose if you end up getting hurt :(( so she’s watching you (lovingly) like a hawk to ensure you won’t do anything stupid that will result in an accident

hirai momo

“do you want to watch movies with me while you sober up? here i’ll heat up some food for you”

had a fair share of taking care of a drunk sana and nayeon at some point in her life, so she’s already ready to take care of her drunk s/o. she’s used to the clingy sides as well, so when you pout and whine for her on the couch for cuddles, she’s already carrying some of her cooked food for you to munch on. her dogs are there too! so you can expect the four of you on the couch cuddling while your favorite pixar movie plays

minatozaki sana

“you’re so cute i can just eat you up ;)”

she was pretty bummed that she couldn’t come with to you due to a shooting she had that day, but she loves to pamper and tease you while you’re in a drunk state. sue her for making you gay panic, she loves it when you stutter and blush under her teasing remarks! she wouldn’t get intimate with you though but she will always say yes to your cuddles and kisses once you’re ready for bed

park jihyo

“do you want food? water? a bath? anything? say the words jagi and i’m on it”

immediately in her leader mode and is asking every minute of you need something. she’s just so worried for you! :(( lovely woman was so confused why the dinner took so long but understood why it did. so she patiently took her time taking care of you to ensure you wouldn’t have the worst hangover in the morning. she’s got the medicine and water ready on the bed side table and an anti hangover drink ready. ready to spoil you with kisses the next morning once you finally have a brain to work with

myoui mina

[incoherent gay stuttering]

poor baby isn’t used to you this clingy to her! yes she’s used to your affection with your kisses and hugs but not so up close! her brain is already malfunctioning with how much kisses you are giving her while being a drunk giggly mess. it takes her a couple of minutes to get her shit together and convince you to take a bath but her face is always constantly red

kim dahyun

“jaji i should have went with you if it weren’t for practice. we could have been the funniest duo ever”

she’s cracking jokes left and right on how it would be so fun to be drunk together to make the best jokes and tell the best stories during your dinner. she’s smiling so much too that her cheeks hurt when she sees you giggling at the jokes she’s making. she loves seeing you smile! her s/o’s smile is so precious to her! so expect that even if she’s helping you sober up, it’s a bit hard when she’s making you laugh so much

son chaeyoung

“ohohoho i like this clingy version of my muse”

she’s so captivated with how clingy you are when drunk because you aren’t this affectionate when sober! you’ve always been a bit shy to show her affection. it's just that now that you don’t have any hesitation to kiss her so she's relishing in it. she loves it when you giggle while she holds you as you slow dance in the kitchen with just the playlist you made while you thought about her! she just loves you so much!! but also she's laughing at your blushing state the next morning when she asks if you can be this clingy all the time [with video proof]

chou tzuyu

"baby that's the wrong tea" + [GAY INCOHERENT PANIC]

poor baby is both so composed and has so much hidden gay panic when she takes care of you. you're drunk and clingy! more clingy than her when she's drunk and she can't handle that! she's gonna be too gay to function. so she's gonna be keeping a bit of distance from you to keep her sanity levels in check but don't worry once you're in bed, she can finally let herself go and be the receiving end of your love

[gmanwhore]

My correct opinions on my Nightmare Mode ships

ALSO FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW. ANAZARETH IS ELENOIS AND LILITH IS SELENNE. TO ME. I dunno she just fits better.

Yan Luo x Orcus:

HOLY SHIT THEY ADORE EACH OTHER. Orcus' whole thing is that he just fucking adores his husband I mean wife. Yan Luo also loves her purse dog I mean husband. She doesn't care what people think she loves him. They are literally Princess Cadence and Shining Armour.

Ishtar x Shub x Lilith:

Shub and Ishtar have been seeing each other for like. Ever. But they never put a label on it until they realized they both had a crush on the pretty witch lady. They are all pretty chill about the relationship, Ishtar is literally the only one big on PDA so they mostly keep the snuggling and being sweet on each other at home.

Xesbet x Drugia:

THEY DO LOVE EACH OTHER their love language is just arguing constantly. It's over stupid stuff too like whether the sky is actually blue or whether Drugia is colour blind (Xesbet is colour blind) or whatever. This is all for sillies though.

Izanami x Dagda:

Dagda knows he has scary dog privileges and Izanami knows she is the scary dog. They are a TEAM. You'll be like aww what a cute lil scarecrow guy then look up and his huge wife that can wrap your face into something incomprehensible is stand over him and that little shit will LAUGH as his wife wrecks your shit and Izanami likes that. Dagda also does all the talking because God does Izanami hate small talk.

Chaugnar x Nyogtha:

Everyone knows they are a couple but they aren't really outwardly affectionate. They seem very businesslike with each other. They are just like this, they are pretty formal. They do small things for each other, like Nyogtha will pick herbs for Chaugnar while she's out gravedigging or Chaugnar will replace the brush she uses to clean off at the end of the day with an identical, newer one so she doesn't have to get used to it again. It's the small things.

Barbatos x Anazareth:

No one knows they are dating. Like no one. Which is fine by them became they hate people prying, they just want to see each other. It's more casual than anything, there is love there but it's just. A thing.

Yog x Abducius x Zoth:

A) Abducius is the only reason Yog and Zoth even talk, they don't like each other AT ALL b) Yog puts no effort into the relationship, he's still sad he fumbled a fertility goddess c) Zoth is actually into Abducius' freakiness but it does get out of hand d) Abducius doesn't deserve a relationship

Teutates x Bryn (Nightmare Francis 2 iykyk)

Yes Bryn is just Teutates' pet definitely that is what he is doing with this doppleganger that looks nothing like the guy he is "trying" to imitate yep yes. He isn't pampering his partner and making sure Bryn is recovering from being mostly starved and injured he isn't smooching that thang he doesn't see that as a person no nope what do you mean.

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) x Mono (Clown) x Chester x Mask Ghost

It started out with just Unlikely and Mono being like. A thing I guess? And then Chester broke into their house and never left and he just kinda lives here now. Then Mono lured Mask Ghost to play cards with Unlikely and he killed her and she has to stick around due to the curse so she's here. They're all surprisingly good partners to each other like it's just kinda chill. They aren't even dating or maybe they are idk. They all snuggle a lot. Yeah.

[plutoleah]

Loving You Is complicated

Cheating! Keigo x Female Reader

WARNING: Angst, suicide, cheating, and toxic relationships.

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Oh, Keigo never liked Y/N. The relationship with Y/N was like a roller coaster. One moment he pampers her so much that she feels like she's in heaven, and a few days later he goes into complete ignoring mode and doesn’t even come home. And, later, of course, he doesn’t even answer your questions. You definitely don’t need to know that he spent these days with some fans in another city.

Why did he need an average person who didn’t even stand out in life? God, do you even have social media? Keigo agreed to this relationship, let's say, only for his own benefit. Now he has a home-cooked meal every night (when he gets home, of course) and a warm body in his bed. God, how he didn’t care about them. They were just a nice fuck.

At least he came home this time. But seemed completely uninterested in the conversation while Mari tried to tell them about their day. The guy was glued to the phone, nodding and occasionally making some sounds in response to your words, while looking at some half-naked photo of his fan that was sent to him in private messages. "Yes...yes, Y/N. Of course." Keigo glances up and sees that you are walking closer to him, so he closes out the conversation and goes on Tiktok. "Do you ever actually listen to me?" Y/N stands in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"I’m listening now, aren’t I?" Keigo said, without even bothering to look up from his phone. He knew he was being inconsiderate, but they were just a lump of warm flesh. A minor inconvenience that he barely thought about. Ignoring you now and then was perfectly fine, he told himself. After all, he would tell the fans that he couldn’t find the time for them because he had an unbelievably... demanding girlfriend (who would always keep him in the house). An adorable lie that would make his fans’ hearts melt in sympathy for him.

He then gives you a distracted smile before going back onto the conversation with his fan, not caring if you saw it. Those intense gold eyes met yours for a moment. But no, he pretended not to see the tiredness lurking in them. No, he didn’t see how impatient you were with him either. He looked back at his phone, already submerged in his shallow, superficial world, leaving Y/N to only drown in trying to get to him. Y/N then walks away to the kitchen to grab her phone off of the charger. "I'm going out to hook up with someone," she says, putting her phone in her pocket as she bites her finger, wanting a reaction from him. Keigo couldn't care less, though. Maybe if he continued treating you like this, you would leave him for good.

"Mmm, I’ll see you tomorrow, Mari. Don't wait up for me; I might sleep somewhere else." A casual comment was made casually, as if it were an every-day thing, which it was, but Keigo just waved you off, knowing you'd end up coming back. It wasn't the first time you cheated on him, and it wouldn't be the last. He then became even more involved in his phone, as if they had just shared a joke.

Like that, he barely paid attention to see if you actually left. He didn’t ask whom you were meeting or bother to even pretend to care. To him, every fight you two had was the same. You would argue and fight with him, leave, and eventually come back half drunk and your hair messy, apologizing that there would be no use trying to fix your hair cause he would just make it all messy again. With a casual grin, he leaned back, already humming some stupid, catchy song under his breath. You then stomp out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, crossing your arms and saying, "Ugh, shit I'm fucking tired of doing this shit with you." You grab his phone and break it, the shards percing your hands, but you let the big pieces fall to the ground.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like time had stopped. Keigo didn’t know how to act or what to say. He spent more time on that phone than on you, after all. He even handled it with that same casual ease that he used when he was with supervillains, like it was the most precious object on the planet. "Wh-what the hell, Mari?!" He exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with what could’ve been anger, but it looked a bit more like frustrated confusion. He might have slammed his hands on the table if he had room, so instead, he leaned forward like he was ready to lunge to reclaim his broken device from your grasp.

"What the—was that really necessary?" He questioned, his semi-calm self returning, but there was that undercurrent of confusion still flustering him and making him so unlike himself. He wanted to curse you out or slap you across the face, but he held himself back. "Yeah, well, I tried to fucking talk to you, but no big shot. Keigo Mr.Ladys man doesn't want to talk to his girlfriend. Well, guess what fuck you and your fans? And since we were on the topic of your fans, how about you go fuck them since you're so in love with them?" You yell, enraged, at him. You didn't care that you were acting crazy, so you picked up one of the shards from his phone and put it around your neck. "Tell me you won't cheat on me or leave me." You looked crazy because you were crazy, but he's breaking your sanity every day. "Fine, I..." Keigo paused, glancing at your neck, as if unable to choose which of the two problems was more concerning to him at the moment.

But his attention was focused on the present situation. "All right. I won’t cheat on you," he lied to you and himself, 'or at least, you won’t know if I do.' is what he wanted to finish his sentence with but decided not to say it in case you actually do anything rash, but it was true; he didn't have plans to leave you. After all, you were, as he liked to think of you, his personal plaything, someone that was there for him when he needed a warm body to fuck, no questions asked. It was the complete opposite of what he received from his fans.

"And I... I’ll even pay more attention to you. You’re my girlfriend, after all. A couple should care about each other, right?" He smiled weakly, as if to mask his discomfort with a comforting façade, making eye contact with you to emphasize his words. But his mannerisms, so soft in this situation, were quite unnatural to him and came off as so falsely sweet. He wanted to end this coverage already, but if you kept going on, you wouldn't actually kill yourself, right?. "Be serious, or I really will kill myself." Y/N brings the shard closer to her neck, making Keigo's eyes widen, alarmed, realizing you were serious. "I’m serious! Just... drop the glass, please." He motioned with his hand, very gently, to try not to alarm you. You could see how much he was tearing himself apart inside, but he wanted to save this charade and your life. He needed you, even if this relationship was toxic from the start. He knew this love was complicated.

"You mean... everything to me, Mari," he lied, cupping your chin with his hand. He wanted to sink his nails into your skin and make sure it was bruised. But that one single, feather-light touch did nothing against the fury burning inside you like a raging fire. "I’ll try harder to pay more attention to you, I promise. Don't do something you'll regret. Please." His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, almost unconsciously, his eyes pleading with you not to cross that line, but he knows you will never actually do that. But it felt different this time. You've always threatened that you would leave him or kill yourself, but you never held a weapon to yourself. "Prove it, then prove to me you love me." You smirked at him, knowing exactly what you were doing.

"Well, even though you’re—" Keigo hesitated for a moment, trying to find the kindest words that would make this mess into a sweet lie. "Less... appealing, in the physical aspect, I enjoy being around you. You’re my rock. My social savior, if I put it in the way that would make the most sense to me, I just like to have you around, so if I do feel that way, I'll use you as I wish," he said, bluntly enough, brushing a piece of hair off your face.

"You're witty, cheerful, and entertaining. In simple words, you’re my perfect opposite, Mari. I need that. I need you." With these words, he slid away from the table, getting up and trying to narrow the gap between the two of you. How genuine it was—whether it came from his desperation to keep you or it was actually the truth—nobody could say for sure. Your smile then fades from your face, finally letting go of everything. "Oh, so I'm not sexy." You put the knife closer to your neck, not caring anymore. "I don't fit your sex appeal, huh? Yet when you need to satisfy your needs, you seek "a warm body to fuck on."" You laugh in his face.

"You aren't, though," Keigo admitted, his eyes searching your face for something—mercy, maybe. "I’m not a pervert, Mari. It's true. I don't find you sexually attractive. But the absence of lust isn't the absence of love." He leans closer, his intention clear. Keigo had decided to redirect your attention to a different kind of touch, hoping to smooth things over with his own unique approach. "I thought I could just look the other way and pretend I liked you, but I can’t. It's hard every single day. But do you know why I’m still here with you?" His hand moved to circle your neck softly, holding you in place. "Because I do. I love you, Mari." Keigo then hugs Y/N close, never wanting her to leave him. Y/N then whispers into his ear, "No, you don't." She pauses before pulling the shard away from her neck. "Loving you is complicated, and you never loved me enough." Y/N says before as she slits her throat, blood leaving your body quickly, making Keigo's eyes go wide as he pulled his face away and his hand flew to your now bleeding wound before he paused, paling as your body slumped to the ground, his eyes glazing over, until finally, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn't think. He just moved, heaving you into his arms, trying to get you to stand up, drowning his face in your shirt, and trying to hold you up and stop the bleeding. The blood was cold against his touch. He was helpless. All this time he spent convincing himself he didn't care about you while ignoring all the warning signs. It was too late to try and undo the damage. He rocked you in his arms, making quiet, chirping noises of distress, until his phone began to buzz to life. It took him too long to realize he hadn't responded back to one of his fans. He thought of letting you go to read the text, but he disregarded it in favor of you. He sat down on the floor against the wall and stared silently out the window. He gripped your hand tighter in his, unwilling to let go even as your blood spilled on the floor, even covering his hand. It was then that he started sobbing; even as the police arrived, he didn't want this to be real. "Loving you is complicated."

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A/N: This story is based of a bot from janitor.ai. If you wanna talk to the bot yourself the name of the bot is Keigo Takami and it's by Yunosko. Also based off the song U by Kendric Lamar.

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ik no one requested this but YO is anyone going to talk about how luca and his s/o would genuinely be the hottest couple ever.

a huge amount of how the kaneshiro mafia carries its reputation is by presentation. they have enough money that their aesthetic is all about classy, glamorous casinos and all that goes into keeping up that glamorous vibe. even their boss is young and spry, dude, you look at his coat and tell me that's not excessive. and. well. his tits

oh and in case you forget that they're not all talk the family has dozens of lovely members dressed sharp and with custom lion masks, and if you make the wrong move the boss is ready to shoot and thrill, and will get his hands bloody if he sees fit

and let's be real luca would so pamper his partner. evening wear? you got it. fine jewelry? all yours. he adores showing you off- look at my sweet Reader, the most precious thing in the world, baby you're so gorgeous- and you get to sit in the room where the big boys make the deals that fuel the criminal underbelly of the city all dolled up and seated by luca's right hand. you and luca would compliment each other sooooo well like imagine luca's fur coat over your shoulders while drinking with some contacts and you get to add onto the deals he makes, playing the part of the shiny and stupid sweetheart. "luca, love, 500k isn't enough. i want 650 or higher." the corny old farts think young love is so cute and give you their blessing while shaking on the deal, while the overthinkers make note that you're just some side piece that doesn't know a negotiation when they see one (possibly the coldest take in existence but hey, that just means you get the advantage of surprise, you're not about to correct them)

now let's say something goes awry while a deal's being made and you're out of the room to attend to a different matter, and while luca and a few family members are holding off a threat this poor goon all by themselves from a rival gang gets you in a chokehold. "don't move or you'll get it", lame threat, yadda yadda yadda but you're no floozy. you just step low and yank their arm down. their body tumbles over yours and crushes on the floor when you throw them. before they even stand up you've already pulled out your gun and press it to their temple. oh and by the way you're still in fine formalwear and just as beautiful as ever. that's on them for underestimating you as just another pretty face when they know luca has taste. you're beauty just as much as you are brawn and brains, you're the secret weapon of the kaneshiro family

lmao imagine being the lucub that turned the hallway for reinforcements only to see that you already took care of the threat and just thinking "oh my god i can't be simping over the boss's partner like this"

i just really have this image in my head of luca in the chair from the mafia cover or some other grand old seat for business, handsome as all hell in an unbuttoned shirt and his head resting on a hand as he looks down at the poor sod that seeks audience with the boss himself. and then on the other armrest is a person that almost looks too radiant to be in the dismal criminal world just daintily draped by luca's side. oh and if said poor sod tries anything funny? luca doesn't even need to move, just utters a command and his lovely partner that looks so harmless already has that fool pinned, and yet STILL looks like the definition of beauty. oh and while they were distracted by your surprise attack luca has a gun aimed and ready to fire, and his heated glare is only quelled by how icy cold your own eyes are when the target realizes escaping your pin is futile

power couple fr fr

[chenziee]

Revelations (we could do without)

Content warning: pure chaos

My brain refused to let me sleep last night because it took a random dialogue line in Punk Hazard and ran away with it and decided to make it everyone else's problem xD I hope it makes someone laugh just a little bit :)

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Nami couldn’t believe it. She had thought that with Robin and Usopp there, Luffy and Zoro wouldn’t do anything completely stupid or insane on that burning island. She had also thought that staying on the Sunny would be safe. 

But here they fucking were. 

In but a few hours, Nami found herself standing in the broken remains of some laboratory in the absolutely freezing, semi-deserted half of said island, stuck in Franky’s giant, iron body while surrounded by children of various sizes playing happily around them. An alligator centaur was glaring at her. They barely just got rid of a talking severed head only for it to get put on a walking pair of severed legs—going off to search for his creepy moving severed torso. Her body was likely currently being groped by Sanji and ogled by Brook. At least the charges she was planning to collect would be somewhat worth it, she supposed… 

But then the children started collapsing from terrible drug withdrawals and Nami really had to wonder what kind of cursed star she was born under.

And if all of that wasn’t enough, now the creepiest fucking guy Nami’d ever met was just standing there, casually chatting with Luffy as if 90 % of everything she just recounted wasn’t his own damn fault. And he wouldn’t even get her back inside her own body! Sure, Sanji was still better than Franky but she wanted her beautiful, delicate figure back, goddamn it! She didn’t work so hard to stay in shape, pampering her skin and hair just to lose it, simply because Mr Warlord here thought it was funny or something.

And as if that wasn’t enough—

“I am going to go with your decision, but Luffy—” Robin said, tone serious— “but betrayal is all too common with pirate alliances.”

—there was this goddamned alliance thing.

Nami knew there was no point trying to talk Luffy out of it but that didn’t mean she was happy about it or didn’t try. And god, did she try.

The entire walk back from the stupid mountain back to the laboratory, she did nothing but argue with him, trying to explain all the reasons why an alliance was a bad idea but it was like talking to a snickering wall.

She loved Luffy and she would die for him but she really hated him sometimes.

Stubborn idiot.

He was so lucky Nami was too tired to get mad about it anymore.

“Who’s the doctor?” Trafalgar Law asked, full of exasperation after his short-lived, pointless argument with Luffy about helping the children, then groaned when everyone wordlessly pointed at Chopper, lying immobile on the ground after Franky and Luffy’s collective abuse.

“I’ll help you with the drug antidote but I can’t really walk right now,” Chopper said apologetically. “Can you carry me?”

For a moment, it looked like Law was regretting every single life decision that led him to this point—and good riddance, it was his own fault—before he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Fine. But you’ll have to hide.���

“I’ll get you ready, Chopper.” Usopp hurried over before he grabbed Chopper’s little backpack and started stuffing all the equipment he had used on the children earlier inside.

Meanwhile, Law was rubbing at his temples and Nami was sure he was having a headache about as bad as she herself did.

Just then, Luffy approached Law, that bright, blinding smile of his plastered on his face. “By the way, Torao,” he started, poking Law’s side a few times to get his attention.

“What?” Law sighed, sounding absolutely exhausted.

“You said there was something you wanted to take back from me earlier? What did you mean?” Luffy questioned, his eyebrows furrowed into an adorable frown while he tilted his head to the side curiously.

Law was silent for a moment, simply regarding Luffy silently before he clicked his tongue again, looking away. And this time… he looked almost embarrassed as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I meant my heart, Straw Hat-ya,” he muttered, obviously trying to keep his voice down enough that the rest of the crew didn’t hear. Unfortunately for him, however… this cave-like structure did nothing for secrecy, with all the echoing.

And so… Nami could still hear him loud and clear.

Her eyes blew wide as her mouth fell open. She exchanged a look with Usopp, the man looking about as horrified as Nami felt. She wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.

Because holy shit.

Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, one of the Warlords of the Sea… really said that.

“Did he just confess to Luffy?”  Usopp mouthed in her direction.

Nami’s eyes flickered between Law, Luffy, and Usopp before she nodded stiffly. Then, she turned her attention fully to the pair, taking in the scene before her.

To her surprise, Luffy didn’t look the least bit shocked or taken aback or creeped out or… anything along those lines, really. Instead, he was standing in front of Law confidently, perfectly relaxed; only his frown had deepened even more while he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

It looked like he was actually unhappy about what Law had said—or maybe disappointed?

“But why?” Luffy whined, this time grabbing at Law’s sleeve and pulling sharply—an action that only got him a dirty look. “I like it! It’s not like you need it.”

“Straw Hat-ya, a person can’t live without a heart,” Law retorted, unimpressed.

 Luffy simply rolled his eyes in response. “You know what I mean, you ass.”

At that… Law chuckled. Actually chuckled.

“Fine, have it your way. Don’t blame me if you die later because of it.” There was a teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke.

And then…

Nami’s eyes blew even wider if at all possible as she could do nothing but watch while Trafalgar fucking Law leaned down, pressing his mouth to Luffy’s. While Luffy let him. Then laughed happily when Law pulled away again.

If she wasn’t so frozen, Nami would have screamed.

Because oh god.

Oh.

God.

They kissed. They fucking kissed like it was nothing, like it was normal, like they had done it a hundred times before.

Nami had no idea what was even happening anymore. Luffy did mention Law had saved him after the war but this? This was something completely different. It was absolutely insane, actually.

“I think your crew’s going to explode,” Law noted, finally breaking the oppressive silence that had settled over the lab—or at least seemed to have; it wasn’t like Lufffy and Law had stopped talking after… that but Nami couldn’t hear anything they said over the static in her brain.

“Can you blame us?!” Usopp cried, his hands flying up to cover his eyes as if the sight had burned them.

“Oh.” Robin chuckled. “I think you’ve neglected to mention something, Luffy.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Luffy asked, full of confusion once again.

“You didn’t tell them we’re dating?” Law asked, his eyebrow raised as he glanced at Luffy.

Luffy, who merely hummed in a way that made it clear he thought it didn’t matter—or thought it was too much of a drag to explain. But finally, he turned to the present members of his crew, placing his hands on his hips and proudly declaring, “Guys, Torao’s my boyfriend.”

“Tell us these things before you scar us for life!” Usop screeched, his face still buried in his hands in despair. Or maybe he was trying to claw his eyes out. “I don’t even want to know what that thing about his heart was anymore.”

A happy smile spread on Luffy’s face and he started talking animatedly. “That one’s so funny, actually! Torao’s power is super weird. He can take organs out and it’s so cool, okay? He let me play with my intestines and stuff.”

A strangled, horrified noise came from Chopper, the only reaction from the one normal and sane doctor around, apparently. It was a reaction that perfectly conveyed how Nami was feeling in that moment.

“Luffy, please—” Usopp started but Robin interrupted him.

“Please continue, that sounds fascinating,” she said, apparently paying rapt attention to whatever creepy shit Luffy had just said.

“No! Please just shut up!” Nami begged, her hands quickly coming up to cover her ears in a vain attempt to stop the words from reaching her. 

Luffy, however, paid neither her nor Usopp any mind, his grin widening at Robin’s prompting; he continued, now even waving his hands around in excitement. “Yeah so, we couldn’t have a vivre card made on Amazon Lily so Torao just took out our hearts and switched them so now I have his heart with me. It’s such a funny feeling, you guys should try it!”

Nami didn’t have the brain capacity for this anymore.

She really should have just stayed with Arlong.

[lookingfts]

You know which story of yours I adore - Your pretty face and electric soul. I loved it so much and I reread it often. Something about insecure Anthony and Kate trying to seduce him but failing. I just love them in this one shot. Can we see some snippet of them being happy together?

Pulling one out of the vault! Here's the original fic for anyone who wants to check it out.

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Anthony has it all planned out. A playlist of Kate's favorite sexy songs drifting through his Bluetooth speaker, champagne in an ice bucket, bouquets of tulips littering their flat. He's ordered those specialty chocolates she won't admit she likes because they're ridiculously expensive and a massage oil that smells like lilies (which might be as much for him as it is for her, truthfully).

They had both been a bit busy lately - her with a big project at work and him helping Ben with his gallery opening. On this one night they have to spend together, with no distractions, Anthony decides to make it special. To pamper Kate, relax her, and hopefully seduce her.

He barely has everything in place when Kate arrives home, looking a little tired but happy to see him. Draping her arms around his shoulders, she gives him a lingering kiss before leaning into him heavily. "Hey, baby."

"Hey," he murmurs into her hair. God, he loves this woman. Loves knowing that she comes home to him every day, now. Living with Kate has pretty much been the best thing that has ever happened to him. "Come, sit down and rest."

Kate raises an eyebrow as she takes in the flat, the soft lighting, the flowers, her favorite treats. She lets him take her by the hand and lead her to the sofa, where she kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet underneath her. "How was your day?" he asks.

"Fine. Just long," she sighs, reaching out and taking his hand. "Better now, of course."

Anthony smiles, squeezing her hand. He hadn't wanted to push her if she wasn't in the mood, of course, but he thinks his plan for the evening looks good.

Until, at least, Kate flops onto the sofa, reaching for the remote. "What do you want to watch? I'm in the mood for something funny."

He blinks at her. There's no way she's missed all the clear signs of his romantic evening. Or was it not as obvious as he thought?

"Um," he says a bit awkwardly. "Do you want champagne? I have some."

She looks at him, utterly confused. "Why do you have champagne?"

Oh boy. This is rapidly slipping out of his grasp. "I just, I thought it would be nice to relax tonight? Spend some time together. I have those chocolates you like, and I bought flowers." He has never felt stupider as he says these things.

Kate looks over at the tulips like it's her first time noticing them. "Oh, those are nice. Were they on sale?"

Anthony gapes at her a bit. She's being incredibly dense, in a way that Kate never is. Has she really been so overwhelmed with work that she can't process anything else? "No? I bought them for you."

"Why?"

He's not proud of the way he snaps, his confusion turning into frustration. "Because I'm trying to seduce you, Kate! There's music! And champagne! And chocolate! And massage oil! Are you really telling me you're not getting any of this?"

There's silence for a second, and then Kate's face contorts, and then she's bursting into laughter, and oh. He gets it now.

"You see how annoying it is, right?" she gasps, holding her sides as she cracks up. "Oh, that was delightful. Thank you for letting me get my revenge."

Anthony finds himself laughing too, despite himself, and bodily hauling Kate up and into his lap. "Maddening woman," he growls, and she bites her lip in response. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I think," she says, trailing a finger over his jaw, "that you're going to take me into the bedroom with that champagne and those chocolates, and we're going to have a very, very good night."

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Pretty girl Ellie HC

Since I couldn't get the thought out out of my head of pretty girl Ellie having her makeup get done by the reader, so I decided to write about it.

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❥ pair: ellie x fem!reader

❥ warnings: fluff?

❥ wc: 697

❥ sum: reader wears makeup, ellie doesn't. after getting back from a shopping trip, reader convinces ellie to let reader do her makeup.

likes and reblogs always appreciated, enjoy my loves ♡

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Ellie doesn’t wear makeup. Like, at all. Never been one of those girls, and never will be. She didn’t even wear chapstick when she first met you, hence why her lips were so dry when you shared your first kiss. “Why’re your lips so dry?” “I don’t know what you mean, they feel fine to me,” she’d say as she lips her licks to hydrate them.

It wasn’t shortly after you started dating did she realize her lips were actually very dry, and wondered why your lips were as soft and cushiony as a cloud. You’d roll your eyes every time she watched you apply Chapstick, and finally got some for herself. Her green eyes would wander the selection before she settled on Carmex.

She’s a Carmex girl for sure, with the occasional cherry chapstick on special nights. She didn’t do anything else though, never understood all the hype around makeup. She always looked at you with adoration in her eyes as she watched you do your makeup, but would quickly look away and look bored or pretend to be doing something.

You, on the other hand, love your makeup. Your collection isn’t huge, but it’s not small either. You’d sit at your little vanity, doing your specific routine that consisted of concealer, eyeshadow, blush, highlight, eyebrows and eyelashes. You always found it very calming to do, taking this time to yourself every morning to just sit and relax.

It wasn’t until one day where you were sitting at your vanity, playing with some new makeup you had just bought after dragging Ellie through the makeup store, that a thought popped into your head. You stopped what you were doing, and turned around to Ellie with a sinister smile on your face. She’d look up from her book and would start giggling and asking you what was wrong. You’d get up from your seat, and slowly stalk over to her while your smile stretches even more. You’d place yourself on her lap, her hands immediately coming to rest on your hips, that you’d let your wild thoughts fall off your tongue. 

“What’s going on in your head, peaches?” “Not much, just thinking about how pretty you’d look all dolled up.” It’s not until then that she'd roll her eyes and push you off, saying no. You’d sit up, with a frown on your face while pouting, begging her to let you doll her up just once. It would definitely take a few minutes (more like days), of you having those stupid puppy dog eyes and adorable little frown to convince her to let you do something.

You would immediately drag her to your chair, putting a little headband on her to keep her baby hairs out of her face. You’d start out by putting some concealer on, gently dabbing at her face with your fingers, making sure it blended in alright. The next thing you’d go in with is blush. You like the heavier blush look but Ellie would absolutely not let you do that, so you stuck with lighter blush but went all out with the highlighter. You’d do her eyes so nicely that she barely recognized herself with the smoky eye and winged eyeliner you’d done. 

She kept rolling her eyes and laughing at you, you being blissfully unaware and just admiring how pretty she looked. You tried to get her to go out to one of Jesse’s famous parties that she loved to go to, but she denied and just wanted to stay in with you. She felt like a different person, and it’s not that she didn’t like it, but it just wasn’t her.

You’d tried to do this more often, but the most she would let you do was some highlighter and her eyebrows, that’s it. You accepted it though, just happy that you could still do some makeup on her, but she loved the pamper nights. You two sitting on your or her bed with a facemask on, watching your favorite movie, cuddling up in her arms.

She loved you, but she was going to stick with her Carmex. Because after all, she didn’t want to take the spotlight away from her favorite person; you.