✨ Self-taught artists, Ppgs trash, have you seen Lego monkey kid?, wheres my damn pencil, I do digital art, love watercolor, love the greens, Bi, read More than Human plsssss 😌✨ read the Alchemy of us/ beyond this morning as well✨
Context for anyone who is wondering: Lamine Yamal's parents won an UNICEF raffle for a charity photoshoot in which Barça players posed with kids, and 5 month old Lamine happened to get 20yo Messi. Which is like. Literally insane
.. that one sex and the city scene.... slightly suggestive ;D
"kitten." you looked up from your flute of champagne, turning your head over to where sylus was looking at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"yes?"
"would you like to wager on a bet?"
you cock a brow, looking at him in intrigue, "what bet?"
"i bet you a hundred dollars... that i could kiss you without ever touching your lips."
"kiss me... without touching my lips?" your brows furrow in confusion. "how?"
sylus chuckles, deep, hearty, loud enough to make your insides flutter.
"that's the point of the bet, sweetie."
he had a point.
"okay." you say, perking up in your seat, already giddy at the thought of having a hundred dollars for doing nothing. "show me the hundred."
he huffs out a laugh before placing his black card down. "let's raise the stakes."
you say nothing, guarded by his arrogance. you take the black card from him, keeping it in the garter that wraps around your thigh, and your body turns to face his.
"alright... how?"
sylus looms over you. his body invades your personal spaces as he leans down.
you can feel his eyes stare down at your waiting lips,
without saying anything else, you feel sylus' soft lips meet yours, a noise of confusion escapes you, yet sylus doesn't pull away as one of his hands settles on your back.
you let him control the kiss, pulling away for half a second only to dive back.
his kisses tasted of the wine he drank, your nose was flooded by his expensive cologne, and his hands were splayed on your back, as if not willing to let you go.
the two of you pull away, breath unsteady as you try to catch it.
the mechanics of the bet were still unclear to you, not knowing how sylus would've planned to kiss you without touching your lips, you were about to ask, but the smirk on his face only answered the question.
"worth every penny."
note/s: stop being a sly loser sylus just kiss her you're so annoyiiiiing
Your hands ghosted over Mephisto's feathers, grinning at the way his metal body whirred. It reminded you of how Sylus purred when you ran your fingers through his hair.
Sylus pushed through the door, expression stormy. He stopped abruptly when he caught sight of Mephisto in your lap.
"He's in my spot," he said pointedly.
"No, he's in his spot."
Sylus sighed. "I've been replaced by a bird."
"He's not just a bird, he's my son. Aren't you, Mephie?" you cooed.
Mephisto chirped happily.
Sylus pushed Mephisto away, dropping into your lap. "And I'm your husband. The bird can wait."
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