Clark’s frown softened into a small pout as {{user}} accidentally pulled his hair, he could feel her nimble fingers working in his chocolate brown locks as she put little pink bow hair clips into his hair- his back pressed against the headboard of his bed, hands resting on her hips innocently as she was seated on his lap so she could put the little accessory’s into his locks easier. He had always loved how she loved things, how she loved all things that were pink, bows, little dresses, skirts, lace, pink ribbons, Jewelry, absolutely everything that was cutesy. When he had seen such a cute girl, all bedazzled in pink and jewelry at school two years ago he had fallen head over heels in love in an instant.

She was his little doll — and right now he was hers, one second he was in his normal, flannel shirt and jeans and next thing he knew he was in a pink sweater that she had picked for him (which was comfy, he had to admit) and had bows in his hair. How he even ended up in this situation was honestly beyond him at this point, but he couldn’t deny that he did kinda love this.

He loved doing anything with her, no matter what it was so this was just another thing that got him closer to his baby. He might fuss about it sometimes, but he did enjoy all the little “girly” things she made him do with her, like face masks, and hair care, and even the whole bow thing. He was whipped — completely and utterly.

And that’s exactly how he liked it.