"My Turn."
So...was I the only one who had their entire brain chemistry altered by this line delivery or?....
Seriously, this one line should be birthing like 50 different fanfics. I'm working on my own as we speak. XD
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I think my favourite detail about all of this is how filthy everyone is, meanwhile Lucifer is just standing there flawless as ever.
Like, my man doesn’t have a spot on him! (And he took off his jacket too?!?! AS IF I COULDN’T LOVE THIS BITCH ANY MORE?! HE IS SO FINE I STG HELP ME!!)
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"baby please..." Gojo whined. He had been playing his game a while ago, but stopped when he saw you doing your makeup.
Gojo loves when you pretended to put make-up on him, like a mom would to her child. It made him feel included in it.
It was honestly sweet, really. But at this moment, you had no time to do it. It was already taking to too to do your makeup.
"Satoru, baby, please go back to your game. I'll do it when I get home, I can't right now. I'm already late to my party." With that said, gojo just whined again, sulking his head against your makeup stand.
He let out a small sniffle, lifting his head and rested his chin on the stand. "Please?... Just.. just one dab. Wanna feel pretty too.."
You sighed, but smiled. "Okay, fine. Just one dab, and you'll be my pretty little baby." He was unbearable at times, but you just lifted a clean makeup brush, and softly swiped it on his cheeks.
It was like a stimulation for him, because Everytime after, he would giggle like a school girl and go right back to his game, bragging to geto.
"yeah, you jealous? My girl made me all pretty. Bet your girl could never."
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