Romans & histoires Sly Smirk

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Her face was tear stained and her puffy lips were turned down in a frown. He tried to smile at her to lighten things up, but he couldn't manage one. Finally he blew a sigh. "I can take care of that for you," Sienna offered lowering her eyes to his semi hard erection. When his eyes followed her path and it clicked in his brain at the same time, semi was replaced by full blown hard on. "What?!" he choked out. "I've seen guys get boners before because of me. Just wanted to know if you wanted me to help you out."

I retort softly. His mouth curled into a devilish smirk that could make any girl drop her panties right then and there. “And I’ll finish it, so don’t test me, malyshka.” Damn.

she muttered, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. ****tbc****

He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands. My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid? “Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?” That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”

I want allowed to sin. “Always.” he smirks.

Steve said with a sly smile. --

His smirk returned, slower this time. "Suck on it, dear sister.”

He said as a smirk appeared on his face. ⸻

Not this eerie silence, not this unnerving smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips, making it impossible for me to decipher what lay beneath. Killian’s gaze held mine, unwavering, unreadable. Then, slowly, deliberately, his smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Punish you?" he echoed, tilting his head as though the very idea intrigued him. "Now, why would I do that, Dahlia?"