grateful [Sebastian Solace x Reader]

senses

You see Sebastian in his entirety.

You've seen him clothed, and unclothed.

You've seen him at his best, and worst.

You've seen him cry.

You've seen him angry.
He thought you'd see him as a monster.
Someone undeserving of such pure love.
But, you told him you would love him no matter what.
And you do.

The way his tail slightly wags when he's happy or agitated, you find it cute.

Especially his little ear fins. You've wanted to touch them, but you're half-sure they're full of nerves.

His smile is adorable, and you're happy that that's his 'default' face. You've told him that it's derpy in a cute way, and you swore you could see his smile widen.

His scent. It smelled like fish, naturally. Including tobacco, but he's tried to stop for you.
You couldn't stand it at first, wanting to leave his shop as soon as possible, but, you've grown accustomed to it. Even addicted.

There's always a faint whiff of gunpowder on him, you never questioned it. Deducting that it's from the times he gunned down an expendable or two who flashed him.

His laughter is music to your ears. He felt that way about you, too.

He had been stuck in Hadal Blacksite for so long, he forgot what happiness felt like.

Small giggles from dumb jokes.

Genuine laughter from pranks or unexpected events that made your stomach hurt.
He laughs at you when you choke on air, calling you a moron, and you laugh at his laugh—even if you felt like you were dying.

Fond memories.

Even when he pout, his little 'angry' noises as you called them, were cute. It reminded you of a grumpy chihuahua, so cute but so angry.

Sebastian's lips tasted like cigarettes and caviar. An unpleasant mixture, but that's okay.

Whenever you and Sebastian had time to yourselves, it was used to de-stress.

His way of de-stressing was kissing you oh so passionately.

He never had a reason, not that you needed it anyway. He just liked the feeling and taste of your lips on his.

Sebastian's touch used to be rough when the two of you were settling and getting used to each other. Now it's as gentle as a feather.

He treated you like you were going to break.
At times, it was sweet.
Sometimes you wanted him to be rougher with you.
But who were you to complain?

His hugs are like heaven. It's always nice when he wraps all three arms around your body.

Even better when he buries his face into your neck, you can barely describe it to him.

"I feel so comfortable with you." His voice was soft and gentle, sleepy, almost.

You like to run your fingers through his hair when he does that, it gives the both of you a sense of security.

It's so soft, you could use it as a pillow if his neck didn't cramp.

Sebastian likes when you hold his face and pepper it with kisses, saying it melts his brain in a good way.
"To each their own, I guess." You say in a soft tone, unable to contain a smile, so,
you continuing to litter his face with small pecks.

The two of you enjoy holding hands, even if it feels different since he has four fingers.

Physically being close to you is his favorite thing ever. It has advantages since he towers over you, he can do whatever he pleases with you.
An action he enjoys in particular being giving you headpats.

If you ask him to scratch your scalp with his claws, he will. You make small audible noises of glee, similar to how he does. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever.