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“Muah,” you beam, pressing a soft peck into Sylus’s cheek. “Muah!”
Another. And another. And another scattered little kiss along the skin of his face as he sits with you situated comfortably on his lap, hands tracing up and down your hips. It’s late—somewhere close to the sun’s routine time to rise, and somewhere close to Sylus’s routine time to fall asleep. He’s a lot easier to bend to your whims like this, when he’s tired and limp under you and lets you have your way.
He hums, curling his lips into an sleepy smile as he murmurs, “you missed a spot.”
“You don’t get to get picky when you get free affection,” you say instantly.
His smile drops. Something of a grouchy scowl (that’s more like a pout, if you’re being honest) drapes along his lips and forces them into that downward curl. Your lips do the exact opposite, curling up at the sight of his dissatisfaction.
“Well, sweetie,” he drawls, “who knew you could be so stingy?”
“I’m not being stingy,” you grin, purposely missing his lips as you press your next kiss, landing it right over his Cupid’s bow and watching as his eyes flash impatiently. “I’m teaching you a valuable lesson.”
“Which is?”
“We don’t always get what we want.”
why do you and others like vaccines so much?
not dying of preventable diseases is actually one of my favorite hobbies
“Muah,” you beam, pressing a soft peck into Sylus’s cheek. “Muah!”
Another. And another. And another scattered little kiss along the skin of his face as he sits with you situated comfortably on his lap, hands tracing up and down your hips. It’s late—somewhere close to the sun’s routine time to rise, and somewhere close to Sylus’s routine time to fall asleep. He’s a lot easier to bend to your whims like this, when he’s tired and limp under you and lets you have your way.
He hums, curling his lips into an sleepy smile as he murmurs, “you missed a spot.”
“You don’t get to get picky when you get free affection,” you say instantly.
His smile drops. Something of a grouchy scowl (that’s more like a pout, if you’re being honest) drapes along his lips and forces them into that downward curl. Your lips do the exact opposite, curling up at the sight of his dissatisfaction.
“Well, sweetie,” he drawls, “who knew you could be so stingy?”
“I’m not being stingy,” you grin, purposely missing his lips as you press your next kiss, landing it right over his Cupid’s bow and watching as his eyes flash impatiently. “I’m teaching you a valuable lesson.”
“Which is?”
“We don’t always get what we want.”
alright the question has to be asked
I think I included all the major social media alts that I've seen people discuss, but let me know if I've missed something major and I'll remake the poll!
feel free to reblog!! I think it would be nice to see where most of us would land!
“Muah,” you beam, pressing a soft peck into Sylus’s cheek. “Muah!”
Another. And another. And another scattered little kiss along the skin of his face as he sits with you situated comfortably on his lap, hands tracing up and down your hips. It’s late—somewhere close to the sun’s routine time to rise, and somewhere close to Sylus’s routine time to fall asleep. He’s a lot easier to bend to your whims like this, when he’s tired and limp under you and lets you have your way.
He hums, curling his lips into an sleepy smile as he murmurs, “you missed a spot.”
“You don’t get to get picky when you get free affection,” you say instantly.
His smile drops. Something of a grouchy scowl (that’s more like a pout, if you’re being honest) drapes along his lips and forces them into that downward curl. Your lips do the exact opposite, curling up at the sight of his dissatisfaction.
“Well, sweetie,” he drawls, “who knew you could be so stingy?”
“I’m not being stingy,” you grin, purposely missing his lips as you press your next kiss, landing it right over his Cupid’s bow and watching as his eyes flash impatiently. “I’m teaching you a valuable lesson.”
“Which is?”
“We don’t always get what we want.”
i’m a simple woman; i hear sylus, i come to harass u
Crackhead and street rat looking sylus is a concept I did not know I needed but please give it to me. I NEED TO ADOPT HIM LIKE A STRAY AJD LET HIM DRINK MY BLOOD THANK YOU FOR TJIS GIFT
