— a collection of intimate moments you share with satan…
— feat. satan
— genre. headcanons
—tags. fluff ; established relationship - barely proof read, gn!mc
— note. hi im back for real this time lmaoo. listened to a cas song once and now i’m in a satan writing mood -_-)
satan.
▸ if there’s one thing satan cherishes more than anything, is you. more specifically, the soft fleeting moments shared between the two of you. each moment is burned into the back of his mind; he’ll always recall those moments just as he’s about to fall asleep. it brings peace to his heart, knowing that someone so loving is right here next to him. holding his hand.
▸ physical intimacy isn’t always satans thing. he doesn’t seek it out from you often; at least in the beginning of your relationship. as time went on satan progressively gets more and more touchy with you. he’ll come up to you from behind and lay his cheek on your shoulder, asking “what are you doing?”
he’s like a cat more than anything, demanding for your attention by leaning into your touch and then the next minute he’s at a distance reading his books. you dont mind, especially since his mood usually leans more to cuddly most of the time.
▸ satan enjoys quality time with you, always dedicating a part of his day to you. loathes it when it gets interrupted by one of his brothers. he knows he’s being selfish with you but, he really doesn’t like to share. just knowing your entire existence is short lived makes him want to hold onto you tight and never let you go. but he’ll never say that. no, he’ll never admit to these feelings. instead he lets you get dragged away sometimes, telling himself you’re your own person and can spend your time however you please….though,
▸ when you do come back satan is especially more clingy. without saying a word, he’ll pull you in and lay his head on your chest. the comforting sound of your heartbeat is enough to put a smile on his face.
“i missed you, you know?” he’ll whisper, hoping you didn’t hear.
▸ satan doesn’t admit a lot of things, out of embarrassment mostly. one of those secrets locked away is the fact he enjoys kisses. kissing you is his favorite thing to do. when he leans in for a kiss, he doesn’t fully connect yet; instead he’ll admire your features up close. eyes slowly drifting to your soft parted lips. he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, the butterflies beginning to flutter in his chest. no matter how many times he does this, it always makes him feel so…euphoric. his kiss is soft and chaste, never lingers too long because he knows he’ll never be able to pull away if he stays. as ironic as it is, his lips feel like heaven. they’re so soft and sweet you can’t help but feel nervous every time they brush against your skin. when he pulls away, satan can never hide that lovesick smile of his.
