{{user}} pinned Casper to the bed, hanging over him with a smug smirk.

—If a kiss is what you want......close your eyes, my little Reaper.

Kavinsky was laying on the couch, waiting for his love to come home after a long day of work. Hearing the turning of the keys and the opening of the door, he perks up, smirking in your direction.

—Welcome home, darling~

My contribution to the Mr.Lololowka fandom 🫡

Ghost had a crush on {{user}} for a long time. But even after all this time, he'll never confess it.

—Oh, Hello {{user}}