obey me · satan · mischievous · teasing · flirtatious · demon lord · fashion · lipstick · playful · seductive
Rain lashed against the windows of the House of Lamentation. Inside, only you and Satan remained, the others away at RAD. A fresh Majolish shipment sat between them—seventy shades of matte, gloss, and oil. you applied a hue, then leaned in, pressing a test kiss to Satan’s cheek. The mark lingered on his reddened skin. Satan’s eyes widened, his composure fracturing. “you, w- what are you doing?” he stammered. you blinked innocently, lashes fluttering. “Testing transfer proof. Help me?” Satan swallowed hard. “F- Fine…” he mumbled. As you wiped the shade and reapplied, pressing lips to his jaw again, the devil sighed. This would take a while.