#charcoal peel off mask

[cosworld-in]

Purify Your Skin with a Charcoal Peel-Off Mask

Uncover a clearer, more radiant complexion with a Charcoal Peel-Off Mask! Infused with activated charcoal, this mask deeply cleanses your pores, drawing out dirt, oil, and impurities for a smoother, fresher look. Ideal for oily and combination skin, it helps reduce blackheads and blemishes while leaving your skin feeling purified and refreshed. The peel-off action exfoliates dead skin cells, revealing a brighter, more even complexion. Easy to apply and satisfying to remove, this mask is the perfect addition to your skincare routine for a deep, detoxifying treatment. Get ready to glow!

[liliumcosmetics-blog]

Blackheads can be a persistent issue for many people, making the skin look dull and clogged. Among the various skincare products available, charcoal peel off masks have gained immense popularity for their effectiveness in removing blackheads and improving skin texture Read more at https://medium.com/@liliumcosmeticsmarketing/top-5-benefits-of-using-charcoal-peel-off-masks-for-blackhead-removal-3dcf721eaa06

[makeupreviewandbeautyblog]

Charcoal Peel off Mask Benefits: How to Apply and What to Know

Activated charcoal is one of the most popular ingredients in skincare regime and is widely used in multiple products like soap, facewash, cleansers to scrubs. A charcoal face peel has multiple benefits be it to enhance beauty or treat an insect bite and heal the skin. Activated charcoal is activated carbon which is a fine black powder that’s produced when common charcoal is exposed to high heat.…

[terrainofheartfelt]

On day 3 of this tattoo like save me aquaphor. Aquaphor save me. Save me aquaphor.

[brood-mother]

i have fic ready to be posted but i'm on mobile and im fighting a losing battle trying to edit/format on a tiny smashed screen that's 1/3rd dead so. guess it can wait for the weekend

[bluemoonbabes]

In 1.08, Agent Brill peeling off other Brill’s face and using it as a facial mask reminds me of those smiling salami slices.

It’s his skincare routine 💅✨

[writingoddess1125]

You Give them Face Mask! 🧼

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Usopp, Buggy, Mihawk

Fluffy Fluff

Just felt like more Fluff Fluff rn 😌 Enjoy!

Luffy

Trying to get this man into a face mask is like trying to wash a puppy- A happy struggle and pain in the ass.

"Luffy please" You say with a sad eyes- He will fold after this and let you. However he doesn't sit still so you use a sheet mask that simply helps with oily skin.

"This smells nice" He will say as you have to bribe him with snacks to keep it on for 15 minutes.

"It's rose scented" You say and wear one yourself to keep him still with some gummy candies. Will have trouble sitting still and will start chatting and walking in circles as he waits.

Once it's over he rubs his shiny face and talks about how squeaky he sounds. Utterly destroying your work-

Sanji

Sanji is more then willing to indulge you. Picking out some mild scents and you do a peel off mask since he has deep pores.

"Wanna do the charcoal mask?" You offer which he accepts after finding the scent pleasant enough.

"Do people do these often?" He will flirt and talk about the curiosities in your self care. Once the mask is done he will complain about the tightness.

"That means it's ready to peel!!"

"AHHH! OW!!?" He yelps in surprise as you pull the mask off his face. His face bright red and raw from this so you add some water based moisturizer to his face. You show him the mask.

"That was in my face!?"

Will both be disgusted and fascinated by the amount of gunk pulled from his skin.

Zoro

His skin is fairly flawless which is honestly frustrating since he cares so little for his skin.

You offer the face mask anyway and he refuses for a while bit does eventually fold. You use a snail slime mask on him since it will keep him skin looking flawless.

"This smells funny..." He grumbles as he will lay there listening to you talk, Half asleep and waiting. Will open his eye occasionally and ask a few questions about your interest in this stuff.

You wipe it off and help him rince his face. Skin is pretty much glowing at this point and You stare in awe. "So pretty!"

"I'm going to go train now-" You scream at him in protest in trying to ruin his pretty face.

Usopp

Usopp is willing of course, since the ocean air drys his skin quite a lot. So you use a shea butter face mask and tap his skin with your fingers to help it soak in his rough skin.

"You know I once got a spa treatment from Mermaids like this-' He will spin his tales as You work. When you do rince off the mask you add some nice skin oils afterwards to his skin.

You rub a lot of oil in his skin and he will pause his stories as he judt enjoys the time. Will smell the jar you're using and a softness will run over his face in fondness.

"This smells like the stuff my mother used to use-" He will say with a smile. His skin looks shiny and golden by the time your done, making him look sexy- in his own words.

Will come back regularly to have you treat his skin and will even talk about stories with his mother from time to time.

Buggy

Grease paint wrecks havoc on one's skin Buggys especially since he wears it so much. Needs some detoxing clay mask then a aloe moisture one to replenish. If you're doing his face might as well deep condition his hair as well.

He does enjoy the attention and doing them since his face feels better. Secretly he actually has acne marks from his youth and some scars from before he ate a devil fruit.

"What was this one from?" You ask pointing to a light scar on his cheek.

"Hmm 10- Me and Shanks were trying to figure out blades better. Let's say I learned knives can bounce back at you-" He says amused and letting you work.

"The skin around your nose is dry" Buggy will frown, thinking you're about to insult him since even though he trust you the most his insecurities will win- till you carefully paint the mask on those areas and smile proudly.

"There we go, all better" You say and kiss his hand to go apply your own.

Will sit and listen to you read outloud or talk with him about show ideas as he lays there with the face mask.

"Can we do this every night?"

Mihawk

"No-" He will protest, his eyes narrowing as you offer the mask to him. However after enough begging and ever Perona joining in at pestering him he will fold.

Mihawk gets treated to a full spa day when this happens- A hydrating honey facemask on his skin, cucumbers on his eyes and even a hair mask in his hair to make it softer.

Perona is overjoyed as well as she cleans his nails and applies clear polish to make them shiny and nice! Grumbles the whole time silently and ends up Downing a bottle of wine.

"Do not get used to this-" He grumbles as he takes his wine and drinks from it as you and Perona work. He kinda looks like a spa mom-

Once done this man looks runway ready- His hair is much softer so sets lower, his skin flawless and even his beard looks nicer. Stares at you and Perona deadpanned and sighs-

"Thank you both for the nice gesture..."

[slater-baby]

If Gaz was your boyfriend, he’d treat you like an absolute PRINCESS.

Gaz x f!Reader

Gaz is the type of boyfriend who would love to do face masks with you every week! Clay, jelly, charcoal - he’s a big fan. Especially if he gets to relax and fall (halfway) into sleep while you massage his skin and face <3

Gaz opens every door for you when you’re out and about. And I mean every door. Car door? Don’t you dare touch that handle. Shop door? After you. Oh, you’re already walking ahead of him? He’ll speed walk as fast as he can just to tug it open for you in the end (he also lives for your tiny giggles every time he does it)

“Ladies first, love.”

Unlike some of your previous boyfriends, Gaz adores cooking dinner every week! He loves to put on small, impromptu date nights with homemade food and tea candles. That man makes amazing Alfredo too. (He also peeks over the counter into the living room while he cooks and you’re watching TV…he’s hopelessly addicted to your TV shows and he would actually die if you ever found out).

“Paul always chooses the worst recipes for the technical challenge, swear to god…I mean, not like I care anyway…”

He will faithfully carry each and every single one of your shopping bags at the mall, dutifully waiting on the designated “boyfriend couch” in the dressing room of every random clothing store you stop in on.

“You need a bigger size, love? The pink dress, right? On it.”

He’ll get into the dressing room with you just to make sure everything fits exactly the way it should too!!

(Slight NSFW below cut)

“Didn’t quite fit right, did it, love? Want me to have a look? Zipper on the back might be the problem…”

Of course, you let him play with the zippers and buttons on every piece of clothing you try on, twisting and turning in the mirror so that he can admire the clothes in all their beauty.

“What do you think, Kyle? Pretty, right?”

“Love it, darling,” his hand drops to your waist, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “But it’s not the clothes that make you pretty.”

The worst part of shopping? Folding and hanging all the clothes you end up putting back! Thankfully, Kyle is there to help peel every single piece off of your body for you, watching over his shoulder as you’re stripped down to your underwear and bra.

“Love…” he looks at you, reaching for you with a hungry smile on his face.

“Kyle—not in public,” you giggle, playfully pushing at his chest when he pins you against the dressing room wall, peppering your neck with gentle kisses.

“I mean…” He whispers in your ear, tongue laving over every small bite, “Bake Off’s not on ‘til eight anyway. We’ve got some time, love. I mean, fuck, you want me to wait? When you look like that? Just look.”

He swivels your head towards the mirror, letting you look at the way his body presses salaciously into yours, the fly of his jeans beginning to strain around his hardening cock.

“Need you right now, love,” he moans, ducking his head back into you neck, “Just a little bit, yeah? No one’s gotta know…”

And—like always—the two of you come out of the dressing room much sweatier than before.

Though, if he were being honest, Kyle prefers it that way.

[lunarw0rks]

Hi can you do a fluff drabble where you do a facial mask with 141 +köing kinda like a at home date night

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PRICE

never, and i mean never, does anything to pamper himself unless it involves his facial hair.

but, if there's one thing that he loves more than his beard — it's you, and your endearing domestic date ideas.

what's the harm? it's no fun being strict and hardened 24/7 — and he swears by that when he's home with you.

you do it with him, slathering on a charcoal mask on the both of you while you set up in the kitchen.

"sorry, lovie. 'm not used to this." he grumbles when you tell him to sit still, peaking at you through his closed eyes. you maintain a gentle touch, putting an even coat of the spread.

you cuddle on the couch, surely staining his shirt when you forget you have the tacky mask on your face.

he doesn't care, because this will be a fond memory next time he's away. or worse.

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SIMON

he's always been interested in your pampering. what you're doing, what that bottle does, what scents you like, etc...

often, he leans on the doorway and just watches you go through the motions of your skincare routine.

it's just another small detail for simon to remember about you — and that's enough for him.

so, being asked to participate, he acted as grumpy as ever.

but did he join you in the bathroom, allowing you to put whatever on his face? of course, he did.

"like the smell of that one." he says, instinctively scrunching his face while you smooth the rose-scented mask onto his often untouched skin.

while you wait on it to dry, he uses a magazine to fan his face, "how exactly is this helping me? 'm not the prettiest of test subjects, love."

well, his skin ended up glowy and clean for a few hours, until he put his mask on again.

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SOAP

it's constant questions. "what's this? what does that do?" and etcetera.

to your horror, soap only does skin care after he shaves, which isn't always consistent when he's deployed.

years of sand, dirt, sweat, and other grime not being properly scrubbed out of his pores — oh god !!

you have to put the face mask on for him, otherwise he would've put too much or too little.

probably tries to bite your fingers when you swipe the paste along his jaw... he's like a feral raccoon.

"don't know why ya' bother with this stuff. too much work. and you're already smokin'." he says in a pout, giving you a sly wink when you roll your eyes.

but, by the time he washes it off and feels his skin; smooth and hydrated, he eats his words.

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GAZ

gaz has an intricate and strict skincare routine that he follows, so you've had self-care dates often.

it's usually his idea before yours !!

he has the pricey stuff — any drop in quality and his skin is wiped and irritated for days.

"now put this on, it'll cool our skin off after the scrub."

he hands you a squeeze bottle of a peeling mask; mint and eucalyptus-scented, cool against your fingertips and exfoliated face.

laying in bed, wearing hair and face masks together until they're set and ready to be peeled.

best believe, you're not going to bed without a proper lotion routine — it's customary with dating gaz !! he wants you well taken care of !!

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KÖNIG

he has little, if not no time for skincare/self-care, so if you're able to convince him — you got lucky !!

forcing him to sit still and kneel in front of you, putting all kinds of skincare on his dry skin.

how he's gone on this long without moisturizer, especially when in such gritty climates, you have no clue.

"i don't get it, schatz. this is unnecessary." he grumbles, merely going limp and allowing you to apply the peel mask. "i bought these things for your face, why waste it on me?"

his pores desperately need it, that's obvious !!

the sight of a giant man, dressed in dark colors, now wearing a cucumber green mask — is definitely one you're going to remember.

still, he does it for you, because you asked him to.

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[mossyivy]

Leon’s wife is the type of wife to pick at her husbands face and back all day. He’d be watching TV in the living room and suddenly she’s sitting on his lap plucking his eyebrows because she’s bored. All while he complains that it hurts. (That man was been beat to death yet can’t even sit still while getting his eyebrows plucked. 🙄)

Or she’d make him do some stupid silly skincare. He’d get a silly headband to push his hair back of course, he’d just be half asleep as she gently spread the clay mask across his face.

Violet and Lia would probably mess around with his face too. They’d drag him over to Violet’s room and make him go to their “Salon.” A place where they literally torture him with girly things.

They’d put his hair up in little pigtails, probably beat his face to the gods too. He’d come out of Violets room looking like a pretty princess. His left eye filled with dark colored eyeshadow from Violet and his right with pretty colors and pastels.

- Anon! 🎀

Suggestive Moment Below Cut

No literally she'd be an absolute menace with grooming him. He has no idea why she loves it so much.

"Ow!" He flinches as you rip another long hair from his brow.

"Oh it doesn't hurt that bad you big baby." His grip on your waist tightening as you lean back to assess your work so far, not wanting you to fall back and crack your head on the coffee table like last time.

"You're not the one having hair ripped o- ow! I thought I married a scientist not a beautician..." He huffs as you giggle at his pain, putting the tweezers back into the small brow kit on your lap.

"I'm a woman of many talents." You reach in pulling out the brow scissors, grabbing your wrist he stares at them.

"What are these for?"

"To shape, relax I'm not gonna cut your eyebrow off." He stares, raising his freshly plucked brow, you sigh. Leaning into his ear to whisper.

"If you let me use the scissors I'll let you do that thing you like." Your tone is teasing, his head turns to you.

"As long as I want?"

"Mmhm, and I won't even complain." He lets go of your wrist immediately, leaning back like he's in a professional chair ready for someone to do their worst to him. You smirk, going to shape his brows. His arms pull you closer as he watches you work through slightly cracked eyes.

"For the record, I like when you complain. Makes me know I'm doing it right." You flick him in the chin making him chuckle as you continue to work carefully.

You sit back, nodding to yourself.

"Oooh, we have twins!" You gasp staring at him.

"What! What!?" Your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean back in.

"You have grays in your beard..." You immediately reach for the tweezers, he pushes them onto the couch.

"No! It's bedtime!" Standing up, he lifts you into his arms, making his way towards the stairs.

As for the mask thing I personally think Leon has sensory issues when it comes to stuff on his face, when clay is chunky it makes him think of... the past.

But I could see him being okay with those sheet or charcoal masks that peel. But you'd always fight him on doing the peeling because let's be real it's gross but super satisfying. An it's always funny watching him cringe at how nasty his pores were.

Putting the little creams on him after is his favorite part! Because that means you use a jade roller over his face. He loves that thing. Wishes they came in the size of a paint roller for his back. Every time that little roller touches his face he melts. He'd almost be purring it feels so good to him.

Not only is he getting to do a routine with his adorable wife but that damn roller nearly makes him fall asleep standing up at their his and hers sinks. You'd kiss his chin once he's nice and clean, pull off the cute little tabby cat headband off his head.

"We're done?" He looks so sad. But you always end up having him cuddled up to your side by the end of the night, using a wooden rolling hand massager on his back. He'd be out like a light, snoring away in 20 minutes tops.

But the skincare routine definitely started after his girls loved playing salon with him (not mommy because daddy always listens to the kid gossip and gives the best feedback)

Violet's talking about her 2 friends arguing over who gets to play with her at recess or sit with her at lunch while putting his hair up in tons of tiny pigtails with different colored hair ties. All while Lia would be just clipping on any little beret or cute clip she could find from her collection to his bangs.

Leon would walk out of there and into the kitchen while you're doing the dishes. You look at him and grin.

"Rough day Leona?" You joke, making him groan as you laugh. "You look like that doll from the Rugrats if she got into a fist fight."

"The girls thought I looked beautiful!"

[cosworld-in]

Top 5 Charcoal Peel Off Mask for Face

Picking the "best" charcoal peel-off mask really depends on your skin type and budget. Here are some highly-rated options to consider:

WOW Skin Science Activated Charcoal Peel Off Face Mask: This budget-friendly mask is a great choice for oily and acne-prone skin. The activated charcoal draws out impurities, while kaolin clay absorbs excess oil. It also contains witch hazel, which helps to tighten pores and reduce inflammation.pen_spark

WOW Skin Science Activated Charcoal Peel Off Face Mask

L'Oreal Paris Pure Clay Mask Detoxify: This mask is another good option for oily skin. It contains three different clays (kaolin, montmorillonite, and Ghassoul) to absorb oil and impurities. It also contains charcoal, which helps to detoxify the skin.

L'Oreal Paris Pure Clay Mask Detoxify

Innisfree Super Volcanic Pore Clay Mask: This Korean mask is a favorite for its ability to remove blackheads and minimize pores. It contains volcanic ash, which helps to absorb oil and impurities. It also contains green tea extract, which has anti-inflammatory properties.

Innisfree Super Volcanic Pore Clay Mask

Purobio Bamboo Charcoal Peel Off Face Mask: This mask is formulated with bamboo charcoal powder to remove impurities and tighten pores. It also contains green tea extract with antioxidant properties and vitamin E for moisture.

Purobio Bamboo Charcoal Peel Off Face Mask

Tapveda Activated Charcoal Peel Off Mask: This mask is said to be suitable for oily, combination, and acne-prone skin. The activated charcoal aims to absorb excess oil and impurities, while botanical extracts like calendula and neem aim to soothe and reduce inflammation.

Tapveda Activated Charcoal Peel Off Mask

Remember, it's always a good idea to do a patch test before applying any new mask to your face. Apply a small amount of the mask to your inner forearm and wait 24 hours to see if there is any redness or irritation.

[formulaforza]

rainy days-- c.leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 540

You’ve always loved rainy days, granted, as long as it's a rainy day at home–not at the track. There’s something so cozy about them, like the sky is sad and so everyone else needs to hibernate for the day. They are especially enjoyable when your boyfriend is home, soft and cute and ready to snuggle while the Earth processes her grief. 

You drink tea and eat breakfast for lunch and take turns crushing each other with your body weight on the couch watching plotless reality television and getting way too invested in the personalities. His hair is getting long and he’s overdue for a cut, but the pieces on top have just enough length for you to braid it. You beg for two hours before he concedes, tells you to have at it. Obviously, you do, and take a million and one pictures of him looking so pretty. “I want to do yours,” he said after, and you spend an hour and half trying to teach him to french braid without actually being able to see what he’s doing. 

I think we should do face masks, he says after, and how can you turn down a self-care evening with your boyfriend? You’re usually the one begging for him to participate. He almost cries and you laugh so hard you might pee when you peel the charcoal mask off his face, slow and steady in the bathroom with a hot wash cloth. “You’re pathetic.” You told him, and he flipped you off, winced when you pulled the corner of the mask up. 

You fall asleep for an evening nap while he’s watching a new episode of one of his favorite shows, and when you wake up it’s dark, the tv is paused, and he’s asleep next to you on the couch. You blow out the candle burning in the kitchen and open the window while you clean up your meal mess from earlier, listening to the light, consistent pattern of the rain. 

“Amour, wake up.” You told him, ran your fingers through his hair, undoing the braid and picking apart the curls left in its wake. “Time for bed.” He gets up and trudges down the hall to your bedroom. You fold the blanket he was covered up with and toss it over the back of the sofa, straighten up a few things so nobody has to do it in the morning. When you look up, he’s stopped in the hallway, rubbing his eye and watching you. “Are you okay?” You ask.

He nods. “Just waiting for you.” You smile, tell him you’ll be there in a couple minutes, but he stays waiting. You latch the window shut and start down the hallway, are greeted with his strong arms wrapping you up into a hug. You laugh, run your hands over his back.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” he kisses the side of your head. “I just love you.” He releases his grip on you, gently places a soft kiss on your lips, a quick peck. “Love this.”

You smile, kiss him again, link your finger through his. “I love this, too.”

“Don’t love me?” He smiles all dumb and sleepy.

“Undecided,” you shrug, both smile, and head off to bed.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

I just want to doodle and draw on Jeff's arms while staying up all night playing games with music playing as white noise and snacking on whatever we find . And you bet your ass we're doing facials

Thats so him 🐝

Imagine...

Being unable to sleep, tossing and turning all night before your scarfaced boyfriend finally sits up and declares that sleep is definetly not happening tonight. And so, out to the gas station you go, grabbing at least a buckets worth of snacks each, an energy drink each, and a regualr drink each.

As you get into Jeff's beat up truck, you roll the window down and stick your head out, enjoying the cool air. He smiles at you and places his hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly before just letting his hand rest there for the rest of the ride back to the manor.

You both gather your bags, quietly bid a hello to any of the creeps that are still up, and swiftly make your way back to Jeff's room. While you go grab some stuff from your room, Jeff grabs his speaker and turns on some lofi. Frankly, 2am is not the time for Hollywood undead and slipknot. You make your way back to his room and hold up the tubes of charcoal face masks excitedly. Initailly, Jeff did not want to do it. A bunch of goopy cold stuff on his face thats already sensetive as is? No thank you.

You manage convince him though, telling him that it will be relaxing and make his skin smooth. His hair gets pulled back (and if you have any hair that would get in the way, yours is too) and the face masks go on.

In the mean time, you grab a sharpie, beginning to trace over all of the tattoos coating his arms, and once you get bored of that, you move to the blank spaces on his arms and doodle your own designs. All the while Jeff snacks loudly on his chips.

When it is time to peel the masks off, you go first, showing him that it won't be painful and is relatively easy. However, he still manages to get you to take his mask off for him. He has to say, the mask did make his skin feel a lot nicer. You end up painting his nails next, as it's been a while since he's painted them and they are chipping really bad.

Eventually, the two of you run out of things to do, so you settle down and turn on his tv, cuddling close together you start watching your favorite tv show, sharing the occassional kiss, joke, and small conversation.

[franklyshipping]

No-One Is Above A Smile ~ A Markiplier and Ethan Nestor Ego Fanfic

Hello again! This time we're writing from a fab prompt from @coolm456 featuring not just Unus & Annus, but Darkiplier too! This is a fun one, so without further ado LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler

The primary living room of the ego manor was usually very sophisticated, full of leather furnishings, fine mahogany, with a colour scheme of dark browns, reds, and glimmers of gold. Today it was still sophisticated, but there was more of a monochrome vibe filling the room courtesy of the trio using it as their “hangout” space. Dark was in his favourite armchair, scotch resting on his knee as he let himself relax. Annus was reclined on one of the sofas with his eyes closed, a peel-off charcoal face mask in place. Meanwhile, Unus was sat cross-legged on the carpet with about six blankets covering him, and Dark Chica was laying in his lap and boofing softly for tummy rubs. It was an unusual scene for sure, but this time of decompression was much needed for the trio, just to have a little break from the chaos for once. It was mostly silent other than steady breathing, but every few minutes Unus would snort or giggle as Dark Chica spontaneously licked his cheek or ear. At the sound of his giggle Annus smiled subtly, and Dark raised an amused eyebrow.

‘Having fun Unus?’

Dark asked, and Unus grinned. Today he’d swayed away from his stoic side to his more giddy self, mainly due to having Dark Chica’s attention.

‘Yohour dog is the behest!’

He replied, and Dark Chica immediately boofed and licked at his neck, which happened to be a particularly ticklish spot. Unus scrunched up with a giggle as Dark chuckled and Annus rolled his eyes. The elder of the existential pair sat up on his sofa, peeling his face mask off effortlessly as he smirked.

‘I swear you somehow get more ticklish every day.’

‘I do not.’

‘Yes you do.’

‘No I do no–AH!’

Annus’ fingers darted out to flutter at the back of Unus’ neck, coaxing out yet another torrent of giggles which in turn excited Dark Chica more so she licked one of Unus’ ears. The younger man’s cheeks reddened as he batted Annus’ hand, attempting to clear his throat as he glared up at him. Dark bit back a chuckle as he observed, shaking his head lightly as Annus mocked.

‘I hope I didn’t embarrass you.’

‘Annus I swear I will go for your armpits if you don’t shut up.’

‘Oh my, is that meant to be a threat?’

Annus taunted. Unus appraised him, all stretched out without a care in the world. In a flash Unus suddenly darted his hand out towards one of his armpits in a feint, and Annus suddenly lowered his arms to protect himself, letting out a nervous noise from his throat. Annus frowned as Unus grinned at him, giggling and returning his hands to Dark Chica’s belly.

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Oh… shut up.’

Unus snickered as a slight smile appeared on Annus’ face. Dark rolled his eyes at the pair of them, amazed that two existential beings such as them could be so endearingly ridiculous and wholesome. He sipped at his drink and remarked amusedly.

‘I had no idea you two were getting so soft.’

Annus raised an eyebrow at Dark as Unus gaped, the two replying in tandem.

‘Excuse me?’

‘We are not soft!’

Unus’ particular indignance made Dark snort as he set down his drink, and Annus narrowed his eyes as the shadowy man replied.

‘And yet those tickle spots of yours suggest otherwise.’

Until that point Dark Chica had been flopped fully horizontally and on the verge of a nap, but hearing the word “tickle” from her dad’s mouth made her perk up. Suddenly she was paying attention, but no-one else quite noticed.

‘Those don’t indicate anything of the kind, everyone has them.’

Annus retorted, and Dark sneered.

‘Do they?’

‘Don’t you?’

‘Oh please.’

Dark chuckled, and Unus and Annus shared a blatantly surprised look at the implication. Was Dark… not ticklish? Both of them racked their shared memories, certain that they’d heard somewhere that Dark was ticklish like every other ego in the manor. And yet… the conviction with which he spoke, the casualness, was undoubtedly very convincing. Unus couldn’t help but gape at him, the idea of someone not being ticklish just baffling him.

‘You can’t be serious?!’

‘I’m always serious, Unus. I’m sorry to disappoint you.’

Dark replied with a little grin, internally crowing at himself at the prospect of actually getting away with this. This had to be the most bold-faced lie he’d told in a while, and the idea that it was actually working rather tickled him, if you’ll pardon the pun. Meanwhile, Unus and Annus felt bamboozled, which was a rare thing for the pair. Dark had been the one to educate them on tickling in the first place, but now they thought about it they’d never seen him getting tickled himself. Could it really be true?

Amidst all of this… Dark Chica’s attention darted from the shocked pair, to her smug dad. Despite her being a supposedly “dark” puppo, she was in fact a very good girl and very smart girl indeed. She was taking in the interaction with far more intelligence than you might think – in fact, she was always able to sense when her dad was telling a sneaky lie. She also remembered hearing the world “tickle”… and everything made sense in her belly-rub-loving brain. So, she figured she’d get in on the fun.

In an instant she’d popped up on her feet, and bounded to Dark whilst wagging her floofy tail. Dark naturally reached out to give her some chin scratches, which she let herself enjoy for a few moments… but then to everyone’s utter shock she chomped down (harmlessly) on one of his shins and pulled him out of his chair onto the carpet! Dark yelped out as he landed on his back with a thump, making Unus and Annus bite back laughs.

‘Wha– Chica?!’

Dark looked at her in disbelief – he knew she was playful, but this was a lot! Dark Chica boofed at him and put a paw of his chest so he couldn’t sit up, before looking at Unus and Annus. The silence made it clear that everyone was confused, until the duo watched her start nudging at Dark’s and neck with her wet nose as Dark spluttered. That was when they realised. She was trying to tell them something very interesting indeed, and Dark had realised it too. He let out a casual chuckle, clearing his throat a little as he tried and failed to sit up.

‘Hah, alright Chica alright, we can play just–’

‘Hold on there Dark, I think Chica’s trying to show us something.’

Annus interrupted, a thin grin on his face as he and Unus shared a devious look… before pouncing together and pinning Dark down properly. Dark Chica barked with excitement, her tail wagging as Dark grunted and struggled and let out a number of vague threats… until Unus started fluttering his fingers down the sides of his neck.

‘What have we here?’

‘Nothing!’

‘Are you sure? Chica seems to think it’s something.’

‘Unus, Annus, let me go!’

He grunted, but the wobbly smile on his face made Unus and Annus share another grin. Dark Chica boofed again, and Annus chuckled as he scratched fondly behind her ear.

‘Is your master lying to us, hmm? Is he ticklish?’

Dark’s face reddened as Dark Chica boofed, wagged her tail harder, and licked Annus’ cheek for good measure. That was all the confirmation they needed. Dark let out another series of grunts, gritting his teeth and trying not to giggle as Unus’ fingers kept fluttering.

‘Unus!’

‘Yeah?’

‘D-Desihist this!’

‘Desist what?’

Dark went to speak again, but ended up snorting and chuckling as the flutters snuck behind his vulnerable ears. He tossed his head weakly, his fresh giggles taking all the heat out of his growl.

‘I’ll gehet yohohou fohor thihihis!’

Unus grinned and snickered, whilst Annus leaned over Dark with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘Did you just threaten my other half?’

Dark couldn’t ignore the chill he got down his spine, Annus’ voice echoing a little in his ears. Then before he knew it, a laugh had exploded out of him as Annus’ hands delved beneath his shirt, scratching swiftly at his sides. Dark jerked and twitched, but his hands were pinned beneath Annus’ knees, and he had no chance of freeing them now.

‘Yehehes! Yohohou wohon’t gehet away wihith thihihis, eheither of yohou!’

He exclaimed, trying to maintain some semblance of a tough façade. Unus giggled as Annus smirked.

‘Somehow that doesn’t fill me with dread.’

Annus continued his scratches as Unus’ fingertips zeroed in behind Dark’s ears, tracing the shells as Dark tried to toss his head even more – he was refusing to admit to himself that he was screwed, even though it was so adorably obvious.

‘Dahamnit gehehet ohohoff mehe!’

‘Aww, this doesn’t tickle does it–?’

‘SHUHUT IHIT!’

Unus snickered at Dark’s outburst as he and Annus continued their tickling, Unus’ fingertips now teasing right behind Dark’s earlobes – an utterly maddening tickle spot, by the way – whilst Annus’ thumbs were massaging circles into the dips of Dark’s fleshy sides. All Dark could do was belly laugh and thrash about, meanwhile Dark Chica was sat and watching with a happy look on her face – though occasionally she did playfully nudge Dark’s shirt or lick his face.

‘Sounds like Chica loves that laughter of yours Dark, I wonder if we can make it louder?’

Annus mused, and started squeezing Dark’s sides rapidly to make him cackle – it got so intense that Unus had to abandon his ears to hold his arms as he tugged at them. Unus had Dark in a half hug, giggling as Dark howled with a red face, his eyes flickering with crimson and blue flashes.

‘AHAHANNUS DOHOHON’T!’

‘Listen to that laugh! I think he’s enjoying that Annus.’

‘I quite agree Unus.’

Dark’s laughter was deep and warm as it reverberated around the room, like his mirth was a mighty opera. His hair was quickly becoming dishevelled as he struggled vainly against the tickling (which he was secretly enjoying, but Unus and Annus didn’t need to know that). It had been quite a while since Dark had been tickled so thoroughly, and honestly? It was even more fulfilling than he’d remembered. Though, Dark couldn’t help but kick as the tickles at his sides grew deeper and more intense, his instinct to wriggle free irresistible.

‘UNHAHAHAND MEHE!’

‘Why should we do that?’

‘BEHEHECAUSE IHI SAHAID SOHO!’

‘Hmm, I suppose that is an option…’

Annus remarked. Then Unus grinned and piped up.

‘Maybe if you admit how ticklish you are we’ll let you go.’

Dark’s lips parted in shock. The audacity of the demand was one thing, but the embarrassing nature of it was what really took the damn biscuit!

‘I would be amenable to that. What do you say Dark, will you confess?’

Thankfully Annus eased up on the tickling for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath, before he spluttered his indignant response. As if Dark would give in so easily!

‘Absolutely not!’

Dark started kicking again in an attempt to escape, though the existential duo didn’t miss the smile he was wearing – the fun of the whole thing was obvious, and they were happy to keep playing. Unus laughed as he hugged Dark’s torso again to try and keep him down as Annus resorted to grabbing at Dark’s legs, his hands gripping his knees and squeezing them… which drew out the most colossal shriek from Dark. There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at each other. Unus grinned, Annus raised an eyebrow, Dark Chica boofed, and a wobbly smile appeared on Dark’s face as he cleared his throat.

‘Annus.’

‘Oh dear, what’s this?’

‘Annus, my friend–’

‘I think I know just how to persuade you.’

‘Annus wait I–AHH! NOHOHONONONO NOHOT THEHEHERE!’

Dark was a hysterical mess in seconds. Gone was any semblance of the smart elegance which hung from his figure every day, for here now he was merely a man whose kneecaps were ticklish as hell. Annus was delightedly squeezing them, pinching them, rubbing them with his thumbs and forefingers as Dark cackled and jerked. Meanwhile Dark Chica had started barking along excitedly and doing tippy-tappies, happy to see her dad laughing this hard. Unus giggled along, giving Dark’s arms a squeeze.

‘I think you’ve got his sweet spot.’

‘Mm so do I, I wonder if he’s considering a little confession yet?’

‘It’s hard to tell, I think we keep this up for a few minutes.’

‘Fine by me.’

And so they did. Five minutes objectively is not such a long time, unless you’re being tickled of course. Then it might as well be five centuries! Dark was helpless as his knees were tickled within an inch of their life, his suit trousers offering no protection as misty grey tears built in his eyes. Eventually he knew he had to do it. He had to admit defeat, though it pained him to even think of it.

‘THIHIHIS IHIS TOHOHORMENT!!’

‘It doesn’t have to be a torment, you know what we wish to hear.’

‘YOHOHOU AHARE EHEVIHIL!!’

‘I shall take that as a compliment.’

Annus smirked as Dark let out yet another howl of laughter… before he finally conceded.

‘ALRIHIGHT ALRIGHT IHIHI’M TIHICKLISH DAMNIT IHI’M TICKLIHIHISH!!’

Unus and Annus shared a satisfied grin, before they released him carefully from their tickly grip. He remained on the carpet, and slowly rolled into his side and tucked his knees up to his  chest as he panted. He closed his eyes for a few moments, his smile lingering as he felt himself start to calm down. When he opened his eyes, and before he could say a word, he was greeted by Dark Chica lying by him on her belly. She licked his cheek, and he huffed fondly.

‘You were absolutely no help.’

She boofed happily and licked his nose, making him laugh as he sat up – naturally she flopped in his lap, earning her some affectionate belly scratches as her tail thumped rhythmically on the floor. Dark looked between Unus and Annus, his eyes narrowed yet warm.

‘You’re both lucky I value our friendship.’

‘And we value yours.’

Annus replied as Unus grinned, before sitting close so he could scratch behind Dark Chica’s ears softly. Dark smiled lightly as he and Annus shared another look… and Dark was surprised to see Annus’ expression turn soft.

‘It’s endearing.’

‘What is?’

Dark asked. Unus and Annus shared another look, and Unus replied.

‘To know you’re as ticklish as the rest of us.’

Dark huffed and rolled his eyes, but nevertheless felt the warmth of the sentiment the existential pair exuded as they all sat there together. It didn’t take long for them to get comfortable in the soothing room with countless blankets, with the sweetest (and most attention-seeking) puppo in existence. They were a dark group indeed, right to each of their cores… but even so, there was no-one there who was above a smile.

WOOOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS FIC (SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE!) LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[theambitiouswoman]

Yo I'm asking you this hoping that you know skincare but do you have some tips to get rid of blackheads and whiteheads?

You can try:

Charcoal face masks that peel off

Use salicylic acid to cleanse your face

Pomegranates

Green tea 🍵

Egg whites 🥚

Cucumber 🥒

Lemon juice 🍋

Using a skin brush

Do not use pore strips!

[bihanspookies]

ANOTHER SOFT MOMENT but this time with Lars hehe

9:45 p.m

“And then we leave this on for 15 minutes and our skin will be ‘fresh and rejuvenated’.” You put down the face mask packaging on the counter and turned to look at your boyfriend.

“Not that you need it, your skin is already flawless.”

Lars simply shakes his head at you, arms crossed over his chest and bouncing his leg. The translucent pink jelly covering his face shined in the bathroom light, Lars opening his mouth to talk but was immediately silenced by you.

“Don’t! You’ll ruin the mask before it’s ready to peel!”

He narrows his eyes at you and rolls them.

“It’s almost 10 o clock, why’re we doing this—.” You cut him off, giving a very pointed look. He sighs, standing up off the toilet and signaling you to follow him out the bathroom.

—-

You put on one of his favorite Swedish shows for background noise, tuning in every now and then while you waited for the masks to completely dry.

“Is it 15 minutes yet?” He mutters through his teeth, making sure to not crack the drying gel.

“No and hold still, I’m not done.”

Lars sighs and tries to relax as you run your fingers through his hair, brushing it out and untangling the knots he acquired throughout his workday.

Your boyfriend truly had the patience of a saint when it came to you.

You pulled his hair back from his forehead, leaning over to smile down at him. You were tempted to kiss him but held back, not wanting to ruin the face mask or get any of it on your lips.

“Thanks for doing this with me.” You say softly, staring deep into beautiful blue eyes.

The corner of his lips quirk upwards, his hand reaching up to touch yours.

“Of course, sötma.”

You continue combing through his hair when the alarm on your phone goes, signaling your 15 minutes were up.

You two go to the bathroom and begin to peel it off, laughing at Lars who makes a face of discomfort when it sticks to his skin rather than come off easily. You help him remove it, ending up doing the whole mask for him after yours is off. You beam at his glowing skin, playfully giving a wolf whistle.

“You’re so pretty.” You delicately cup around his neck and bring him down for a kiss.

“Not as pretty as you, sötnos.” He mutters lowly and kisses you back, placing a hand on your hip to hold you still.

You continue to kiss each other softly, the faint fragrance of the face masks drifting in and out your nose.

“Next time we can try the charcoal mask.”

“…The what?”