the dirty look he gives you, knowing that you slept with someone for information. he was very opposed to the idea if it weren’t for his master permitting you to do whatever it takes for the mission.
he remembers the blissful look on your face when joker pleasured you in his tent.
the human bears no privileges to taste you—to touch you, and to make you orgasm by his hands.
sebastian mournfully watches you manipulate joker, whispering commands on how to please you; the human only interrupts you with a deep, sloppy kiss—reassuring you that he knows how to make you feel good.
the poor tree close by the tent, where you two are about to fornicate in, snaps in half with his grip; sebastian feels quite delighted seeing the confused look on joker’s face; however, you were not oblivious.
you know damn well it was him throwing a tantrum.
so you give the butler a show.
the sounds you’re letting out feels too theatrical; sebastian knew that you’d rather die than have someone make you induce a noise so dirty.
the worse part? he knew you were sincerely enjoying it.
your eyes made contact with sebastian’s while joker is busy making out with you and grinding his hips deliciously against yours; the demon’s crimson eyes gleam in fury—your body shivers from the cold pressure of the wind and the demon’s rising aura.
the sounds of wet slaps of skins for hours are scratching deeply into his ear drums, he was this close to burning the tent. sebastian wants to slice joker’s tongue, his heightened hearing picks up the whispers he breathes in your ears—about how good you make him feel.
like a natural, you respond just the way joker wants you to. great heavens, you’re a nasty one.
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out an exaggerated moan as the two of you reach your orgasm, rage almost blurs the clear mind of the butler’s.
because despite your advances, you had easily obtained the information needed.
sebastian is infuriated that you can easily sleep with a human you’ve just met, while you reject his advances every time inside the manor.
it makes him look needy, he thinks it’s pathetic and disgusting.
✸ day 5 - thigh riding drunk sex w/ sebastian michaelis.
✸ summary - your desperate need to go out for a night with the girls turns into Sebastian's need to bring you right back home.
✸ pairing - husband!sebastian x fem!reader
✸ warnings - praise, unprotected sex, explicit language, aftercare, fingering. minors dni.
✸ a/n ; so excited to be finally participating in my first kinktober. please please lmk what you think. comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
kinktober masterlist coming soon.
it was a girl’s night. one that you desperately needed. being a wife to Sebastian was more than amazing. even when he worked so hard, he made sure you were fed, that you were well kept, maintenance appointments continuously booked and never short of love or affection.
but when you’re cursed with being human, you run across the pitfalls of monotony. you wanted to go out with your friends, but the schedules either always clashed or just never happened.
tonight, finally, after multiple scheduling of babysitters, off your husband’s dime of course, you and your friends were able to go out and enjoy yourselves.
he watched you get dressed at the foot of the bed.
‘don’t reserve yourself for me, i know who my wife is.’ he teased, his hands snaking up and down your arms.
you threw on that little black mini dress. the one that accentuated your curves, plummeted past your belly button and clung to your hips like rice on paper. all held together by a quaint heart charm between your breasts.
when sebastian latched your favorite necklace together, his eyes fixed on your reflection a little longer than he would like to admit.
you smiled as you applied the finishing touches of your blush on your cheeks. juvia’s place. he bought every single warm toned blush they offered so you would never get bored. tonight it was a mixture of the shades lilly love & dahlia.
he hugged your hips before you reached for your newly purchased plumping gloss. your lips were already perfect, plump, pouty and full. the extra touch was just for fun. he had to suppress his initial instinct to throw you on the bed and take you. your panties were practically nothing anyway, it would be an easy snap in two without any wasted effort.
but, instead, he kissed you on the back of your head, reached in his back pocket for his phone and plopped onto the edge of the bed.
“what do you think?” you turned around to face him, striking a pose here and there.
he looked up from his phone, the bright light bouncing off his deep red eyes. his smile spread wide, eyes glinting an unspoken emotion that was all too familiar to your flesh. your stomach twisted and your cheeks grew hot; Sebastian wanted you. he wanted to strip you bare and ravage you whole, but he knew how badly you wanted this girl’s night.
“amazing as usual, my love.” his polished fingers clicked rapidly across the screen. there was an animated sound shortly before he locked his phone once more.
he stood to his feet before loosening his tie, rolling his neck in slow circles.
“i transferred some money to your account. i don’t mind coming to get you but if you do choose to Uber, the money is there.” and with that, he exited the bedroom to run his shower.
as the steam seeped out of the bedroom, you checked your phone, eyes nearly bugging out of the socket at the amount he sent you.
“h-honey!” you stammered. “Its only drinks at the lounge with the girls! did you really have to send one-thousand dollars?”
he walked out wit a towel lazily wrapped around his waist. His eyebrow raised in concern.
“Did you need more?” your peep was nearly inaudible. your eyes wandered down his chiseled abs to that meticulous happy trail. His smooth, muscular figure only merely covered by the-
Sebastian’s hand waved around his waist, catching your attention. He brought it up to his face with a smile. Winking subtly at you, the steam subtly enveloping his body, crimson eyes perched through the tabacco scented smog, making your body nearly twinge in a type of desire.
Nope. I need to get out of here. He knew what he was doing. If you stayed even a second longer, you would be face first in the pillows, completely devoid of your existing plans.
He noticed the frantic pacing in your steps, the hitch in your breath. So casually, he walked up to you, wrapped his arm around your waist and took a deep inhale of your Delina La Rosee perfume, smiling to himself as the ticklish notes of pear and musk took his mind back to a place of carnal pleasure shared between you two on your honeymoon.
“Sebastian,” you squirmed, not of discomfort, but of Heat. You were waking up inside, and your pregame shot was already kicking in.
“I- My-” Prrring! Saved by the Fucking bell. Your Lyft was outside.
“Ah!” a quick gasp of relief. You pecked him on the cheek before you walked towards the front door, your hand lingering in his for a little longer before finally letting go.
“I won’t be home too late!” you shouted, shutting the door behind him.
Eagerly, you climbed into your private Lyft. You heard the front door open again. Your husband was standing in the doorway, his towel never adjusted, still hanging low off his hips. He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms with a smile. You looked out the window, watching his devilish smile spread from ear to ear. You knew what was on his mind.
It was on yours too. But a promise is a promise.
“A promise is a promise. heart emoji” you mouthed the words out as you texted Sebastian.
“A promise is a promise.” you repeated to yourself.
Your friends had your location, so it was no way you could excuse the traffic or anything of the sort considering that it was due to Sebastian this night was able to happen. Can't ditch it now.
A promise is a promise.
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Peach margarita after peach margarita after peach margarita. You must have been on your… 5th? Maybe 6th. The bass of the music overcame your body. You swayed back and forth, touching yourself across the dancefloor. Your girlfriends were cheering you on, catching their own energy to fade into as the night went on. You felt so loose, so free, so…. Needy.
As you moved your body, stuck in the loop of your own liquor-induced confidence, your mind automatically shot to your husband. That fucking charmer. He knew all eyes would be on you tonight. And it was. From the bouncer, to the bartender, to the random men who would eagerly approach you before noticing the Huge rock on your finger.
The ring practically Screamed ‘too expensive for you.’. Sebastian would joke that it would be a man-repellent and he was right. Not only would men see it and tell you were married, they would see it and know that you were well taken care of. But Man did you need a little extra hand right now.
“Sbzatian-” you quickly made your way into the restroom, eagerly greeting the concierge with a twenty dollar bill. You stashed as many sticks of gum, mints, and mini bottle Waters you could in your hands before charging into the bathroom stall. You pushed the door open with your hip, carefully locked the stall door with the tip of your pinky, and plopped into the seat.
“Ugh, I need to call my hasband~” you cooed to yourself. You chugged the mini bottle in seconds, dropping your head low. The room was spinning while you were sitting still. The need to vomit and fuck mixed into one convuluted feeling even you didn't understand.
But you knew one thing-
“Hey Siri.” you slurred.
“Mhm?” she perked up, happy as ever to do what you ask of her. Within range, of course.
“Call Sebastian.” you whined. You missed your husband more than ever. You needed to hear his voice over the techno beats.
“Got it. Calling Sebastian.”
The phone only rang for half a second before his chiseled voice rang out from the phone.
“Y/N.” you weren't sure why, but the second he said your name you curled like a small kitten, purring at the sound of his voice.
“Hunnie-” you whined, giggling into the phone. The margaritas were piling one by one as the time went on. You could feel his smile through the phone the more you talked. The girls outside were growing impatient but you didn't care. You wanted your husband.
“Yes, sunshine.” he chuckled into the phone. He himself was lazily resting on the couch, arm proppped up to rest his head up. He had the car keys ready at the whim just in case you called. And it sounded like you were just about ready to come home.
“Don't be mad at me.” you popped a mint in your mouth, suckling on the sucrose sensation till the jjuices practically drained dry and all that was left was a soft granule in your mouth.
“I could never be mad. Are you having fun?”
“So much.” you giggled. “But you know what else would be fun?”
“I’m listening.”
“If you were here, with me, letting me sit on top of you.” Sebastian’s breath skipped but you didn't catch on. You were generally so shy, and so reserved. You never really expressed your wants so outwardly in a public space, but he knew once you were comfortable, in your element, feeling your second personality to the fullest, that you were an open mouth and an open book.
“Oh?” he tried to play it cool, grabbing the keys before pulling his jacket on his arms. “Is that really what you want?” His eyes flickered under the embers of the fireplace in your living room.
“More than anything, honey. Matter of fact, come now. Come Right now.”
His eyes flashed purple then. His warm expression curled into something more sinister. More devilish than before. He gripped the keys in his hand, a black tuft of smoke encircling him in seconds.
Without a notice, the call disconnected.
“Hello? Hello?” your face showed blatant disappointment. You couldn't sit in the stall any further. You could hear the girls saying obscenities underneath their breath as you made your day out of the bathroom. You instantly looked for your friends. They were all missing in action!
“What the fuck?” you mouthed to yourself. Gathering yourself as best as you could, you fished in your phone to pull up the Lyft. As you shuffled through the crowds, your face down in the ohine, you bumped into sturdy torso.
“Oof!” you staggered back. You planted your feet on the floor as best as you could without falling completely off your feet. You were in heels afterall and nobody was going to stop doing what they were doing to help you off the floor.
“I’m so-! Sebastian???” You Had to be drunk. You just had to be. He looked down at you with a curious expression. Neither upset or disappointed, just observant. His eyes wandered from your face, flushed and slightly sweaty, to your body, which was now doused in some kind of body glitter?
“Honey, what are you doing here?”
Your lips were glossed, eyes doe-eyed and innocent, but your Scent was what caught his eye.
He didn't want to waste anymore time. He took your hand and pivoted to push through the crowd. His car was still running in the driveway of the lounge. With a simple $100 tip and a nod of his head to the valet, you and him were on the way home. He was already pissed you were by yourself in that place, but he would pick that conversation up another day. Right now, he had other— issues— to address.
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“you're so wet, my love” he could feel the heat permeate from your sex. Your luscious thighs wrapped around his sturdy leg. You used your shoulders as an anchor. Head tossed back, mouth slightly agape, body shivering from the friction.
“is this what you wanted to try? Why did you keep this a secret from me?” he stroked the small of your back before getting a firm grip of your ass.
He bit his lip, holding himself back. He wanted you to have this. He wanted you to feel every nerve ending on your clit stand on edge. He wanted you to Enjoy yourself.
“You’re so-” he kissed the space between your breasts. Nipples barely poking through the hems of your dress as you bounced up and down. “So beautiful.”
“my beautiful wife. Being so dirty just for me. How long have you been wanting to do this?”
You leaned forward, circling your hips around and around. Purposely bouncing up and down to mitigate the friction between your clit and his thigh. Your dress was barely holding on. You got frustrated with the fabric and just decided to slide the entire thing off.
You were so in your head, moving off your drunken agenda that you didn't give a fuck what Sebastian was talking about.
“Sebastian, you feel so good.” you moaned, bouncing up and down on the middle of his leg, grinding your hips back and forward near the edge of his knee. You left a viscous streak on his leg, your slick squeezing together and separating each motion up and down.
Your nipples hardened, causing Sebastian to salivate. Your beautiful, slutty body in full display for him to see. He pried open his mouth, fangs in full face, and latched onto one of your nipples. He circled his tongue around and around, suckling at the bud, drool coming down his mouth. As you pulled and playfully nipped, he squeezed on your ass, rubbing each cheek in circles.
“Mmh— Sebastian— don’t do—-” he chuckled at your whimpers. You said no but the clench of your pussy said something far different. His hand wandered further down, moving towards the lips of your honey. With two fingers, he filled you up with Ease. You pulled him in, begging to be filled. You were warm, you were wet, you were inaudibly begging to be pummeled.
Sebastian’s jaw clenched at the feeling of your tight pussy. You two fucked this morning, granted it was a quick ‘before work’ fuck, but even then you were usually so moist. So delectable. He pumped his fingers in and out, balancing his fingers on both of your cheeks as he prodded deeper and deeper. Sloshes of your wetness coated the length of his fingers, trickling down to his wrists and spilling onto his thighs.
“Nnh— Sebastian— put it in me~ I can't take it—!”
His dick got so hard hearing your buttery voice. He furrowed his brows, focusing on your orgasm before anything. He kept you in position, his free arm wrapping around your hips to keep you still and upright. His long, slender fingers pounded inside of you. The slick of your pussy intensifying in pitch and viscosity.
You didn't like to see his demon form, but he would let it out when you weren't paying attention.
And now was one of those times.
His wrists moved at a rapid pace, making you arch your back at the reverberations happening inside of you. You couldn't even ride his lap anymore. Your voice escalated in pitch, drool sliding down the corner of your mouth as your husband ravaged what was rightfully his. His eyes flickered purple, the smile on his face spreading devilishly.
“Ahnnnn! Sebastia-a-annnnnn!” Your hips buckled, body breaking out into a cold sweat. The heat between you two causing a fog on the wardrobe mirror. You squeezed his muscular shoulders, kneading your fingers into his flesh as your body contorted after each wave of pleasure.
“That’s right. There's my beautiful wife. Look at you coming all over my hand.”
He wanted more of you. He wanted to dig deeper. He wanted to Drain you.
“Do you want more? Do you want to feel my dick inside of you?”
You nodded, whimpering in his shoulder. The room was still spinning, but your pussy still throbbed for him. Your body still burned for his touch.
“Tell me, sunshine. Tell me what you want.” He retracted his fingers, suckling on his finger with merriment. He saved two for you, nudging your head up to show you just how eager you were. He stretched and retracted his fingers, your wetness creating cobweb-like designs in between his digits.
With low, yearning eyes, you opened your mouth on instinct, letting his fingers dance around in your mouth. He swirled his finger around and around, pressing against your tongue, coating your gums with your taste.
“Mmm, I want you inside of me honey. Don't tease me~” you laid sloppy kisses on his neck, smiling cheerfully at this wonderful man. The margaritas surged through you, making everything seem wonderful, your orgasms more intense, and your already overgrowing love for your husband permeate 30-fold.
“Put it in me~ Use my p- ussy please~” He didn't need much convincing. He pulled your panties to the side, unsheathed his dick from his pants, letting it slap against the entirety of your cunt before gliding it in. He Hissed at your warmth, sucking his teeth at the vice grip you ensnared around him.
You started to ride, but he stopped you. Not in this fucking chair. A pussy this wet deserved to be savored in the bedroom. He adjusted you by wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom, each step emphasizing the throb of his veiny dick inside of your begging pussy.
As he laid you down, he watched you. Your beautiful tits spilling out of your dress, your bashful expression begging him, saying ‘fuck me, please’ in the loudest silence he's ever heard.
You arch your back, pressing your breasts against his chest with a loving coo. He can't fucking wait. He begins to slam into you, making you cry out.
“you're so perfect. You let me fuck you however you want and you— mmh, you take fucking all of it. Why do you do that?”
You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly open, dazed. “Like— mmh! What- honey?”
“make me fall in love with you like its the first time? You— mmh— you make me feel like it was made just for me.” his voice drops, deeper now, more alluring.
He lowers himself to your ear, his fangs bared in a smile. “Don't ever give my pussy to anyone, you hear me?” his thrusts pick up, his hands squeezing your hips as he pumped in and out.
At first, he watched himself go in and out, admiring the viscous ring around his dick as he kept ramming into you. You took it so well. You opened yourself up more and more for him, adjusting to him, Welcoming him.
Your sloppy pussy squelches at his thrusts, splattering your nectar down your thighs and onto the sheets. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak, but instead your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your tits bounced at a rapid pace as you arched into him.
“You like that, my love? You like it when I fuck you like this?” his dark hair dropped in front of his face, his usually perfect bangs scattered across his face, clinging to the sides of his cheek in a sweat. You whine, squirming, but never protesting.
“Y-yes!! Oh— God yes sebast—” you couldn't do it. You couldn't even finish your words. Waves of pleasure washed over you like waves during a monsoon. Sebastian pants, dropping himself down so that his mouth is merely inches away from yours. He pants onto your lips, kissing your damp cheeks.
“Fuck! This is amazing. You're so beautiful when you're like this. Taking all of— fuck—- all of me. This is mine. I don't give a shit if everyone looks at you. This— is— mine—-” he snarls, crashing his hips into you. The space between you being mere centimeters.
“Agh!! All yours, Sebastian— all— y-yours!!”
“Come for me, Y/N. Fucking— nngh—- Come!”
It washed over you in rapid riptides. Your body thrashed, animalistic sounds coming from your mouth. A fluid visual of your pleasure seeped out of your pussy and onto Sebastian’s legs. He held your legs up, smiling at his work of art.
“Sss, that’s beautiful baby. Look at the mess we made.” he pulls out of you slowly, making you squirm at the shockwaves still surging through your damp flesh. He lowered his head to you, kissing your cheek with a smile. You struggled to catch your breath, but Sebastian kept you tethered, stroking your thighs and planting soft kisses between your lips and your chin.
“Maybe I should start making margaritas at home, huh?” the both of you shared in a soft laughter before he hoisted you up bridal style to rest in the second master bedroom for the evening.
SEBASTIAN GIVES HUGGIES AND KISSES TO HIS MATE HEADCANNONS
✿ When Sebastian’s mate requests hugs and kisses, it triggers a specific, high-priority protocol in his demonic brain because of the bond you share together. To have a mate who actively seeks the heat of his skin and the pressure of his arms is the ultimate subversion of his nature and he is utterly addicted to it. Sebastian does not understand brief hugs, If you ask for a hug, you are essentially signing up for a tactile lockdown. Because he is stronger and denser than a human, his hugs feel like being wrapped in warm, living marble, enveloping you almost completely. He uses his demonic weight to ground you, if you are standing, he will pull you against him until your toes barely touch the floor. If you are sitting or laying somewhere, he will pull you into his lap and wrap his long limbs around you like a vine.
✿ During a long hug, he almost lets his guard down and begins that low-frequency demonic thrum in his chest. To you, it feels like a heavy-duty massage for your internal organs. It is designed to physically force your nervous system to relax. Sebastian is the one who decides when the hug is over. If you try to pull away after a minute, he will simply tighten his grip with a soft, warning hum. "Not yet, my darling" He’ll murmur into your hair. "You still require my warmth and I your presents to sustain my hunger until our nightly quality time ritual takes place this evening"
✿ Sebastian treats your face and neck like a sacred map. He is a perfectionist, he cannot leave a single patch of skin 'un-blessed' by his lips. He loves the sound of his kisses against your lovely skin. He will pepper your face with soft, smacking kisses, to your eyelids, tip of the nose, corners of the mouth, jawline and your lips of course. He finds your giggles or gasps at the ticklish sensation to be acoustically perfect. "All the kisses in the world for you~"
✿ He is obsessed with the places where your blood is closest to the surface. He will spend ten minutes just kissing the vein in your neck or the inside of your wrists. By kissing your pulse points, he is tasting your life force without breaking the skin. It satisfies the predator's hunger while fulfilling the lover's duty. He always ends a kissing session by pressing a deep, lingering, and slightly too-hot kiss to the silver mark on your skin whether if it is to your stomach, chest, thigh or somewhere else on your body. It’s a magical seal that reaffirms the bond you share.
✿ Sebastian weaponizes your desire for affection to ensure you are mostly always near him. He implements a kiss tax in the manor. To pass him in a hallway, you must provide one kiss, for him to serve you your favorite cup of tea accompanied with a delightful dessert of your choice, you must provide two kisses in exchange. He will intentionally 'forget' to bring you something you asked for just so he has an excuse to come back to you and receive a hug or kiss of apology. He will tease you about your neediness. "Another hug? My goodness, for someone who values their independence so very much, you are remarkably clingy. Luckily for you, I have become quite addicted of smothering you in affection just as much as you have" He chuckles looking down at you with a fond expression, giving your nose a playful gentle tap with one white-gloved finger. He use his shadow tendrils to hug you when out in public or in front of his young master. You’ll feel a ghostly warmth wrap around your waist while he is across the room pouring Ciel’s tea. He will wink at you, a flash of glowing red while Ciel isn't looking.
✿ He will strip off his butler costume, tailcoat, vest, white gloves and everything else...needing maximum skin-to-skin contact. He will follow you from room to room like a large, dark cat, occasionally bumping his head against your shoulder in a 'head-butt' of affection until you stop what you’re doing and hold him. Sebastian claims he is doing this for your comfort, but the lore of the bond suggests a more selfish reason. In general but especially during his 'heat period hr will hugs you to steal your heat. He is like a snake basking on a warm rock, he requires your physical warmth to feel human enough to maintain his disguise more easily with less effort when you are alone together.
✿ After a day of dealing with the world's fifth, he feels contaminated. Hugging and kissing you cleanses his senses. He is literally rubbing the scent of the world off himself and replacing it with the scent of his mate. Every time you wrap your arms around his neck, the silver mark on his chest pulses with a hit of pure dopamine. For a being that felt nothing for eons, this is a drug more powerful than any soul he has tasted ever before. When you want huggies and kisses, Sebastian doesn't just give them, he consumes the moment you both share. He will hold you until you are a boneless, flushed puddle of his affection, and then he will smirk, wipe a stray hair from your face, and ask if his little one is finally satisfied, already planning the next 'tax' he's going to collect.
✿ Sebastian views your desire for hugs and kisses as a biological and spiritual mandate. In his eyes, you are a rare, delicate flower that requires constant, meticulous 'watering' with his affection to prevent you from wilting in the cold, grey world he inhabits. He will pull you flush against him and begin to rub his cheek, jawline, and temple against yours. It’s a slow, rhythmic motion feline bunting, rubbing his scent into your skin and hair as I previously mentioned. To his demonic senses, he is literally painting you with his dark aura. His skin is smooth as marble but burning with a dry, intense heat. You feel the friction of his jaw against your cheek, and the low, rumbling purr in his throat makes your own chest vibrate. He will do this for twenty minutes, his eyes closed in a trance of possessive contentment.
✿ As a being of the void, Sebastian is eternally fascinated by the mechanical "thump-thump" of a human heart. He will often pull you into a hug where your chest is pressed directly against his ear, or he will simply lay his head on your chest while you are sitting or resting in the nest. He falls into a state of total stillness, monitoring your life force. He counts the beats, he listens to the blood rushing through your veins. "It is such a frantic, busy little sound" He’ll whisper, his arm tightening around your waist. "So fragile. I find the rhythm...quite pleasant. As long as it beats like this, my world remains in its proper orbit and I will make sure it will never stop...permanently"
✿ Sebastian categorizes his kisses into textures. He believes a queen should be offered a varied menu of sensations. He uses his long, dark eyelashes to brush against your cheeks and eyelids while your eyes are closed. It’s a ticklish, incredibly gentle sensation that usually makes you giggle, a sound he harvests with a quick, soft peck to your lips. These are deep, heavy, and unmoving. He will press his lips to your forehead or the silver mark and just stay there for a full minute without moving. He is using the physical contact to check for any flickers of sadness or anxiety in your soul, literally drinking the negativity out of you through his lips.
✿ He adores the sensitivity of your back. While you are walking or standing, he will swoop in from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and begin a trail of rapid-fire, tiny kisses starting at the small of your back, 'walking' his lips up your spine to the nape of your neck. He uses his cold nose to nudge aside your hair or collar. Each kiss is a step, by the time he reaches your neck, you are usually a shivering, squirming mess in his arms. He finds this helplessness utterly endearing and will mock you lovingly for it: "My, my... such a violent reaction to a few simple greetings. You really are a very reactive little creature, aren't you~?"
✿ Because he can control his body temperature, he uses hugs as a form of climate control for you. During the winter he becomes a living furnace, he will pull you under his heavy velvet tailcoat, wrapping the fabric around you both, and radiate a heat so intense it feels like being in a sauna. However in the summer, If you are overheated, he will drop his internal temperature until his skin is cool as glacial ice. He will press his cool forearms against your neck and wrap you in a chilled hug to bring your fever down. He views this as a technical adjustment of his mate’s vessel.
✿ This is his most primal and demonic .form of affection, reserved for when you are in the nest. He will start a kissing session, but it will gradually shift into him using his tongue to groom you. He uses the broad, flat surface of his tongue to lap at your neck and jawline with long, sweeping strokes. It is incredibly warm and wet, he is cleaning you of the day. He treats every inch of your skin as if it were precious silk that needs to be polished, he will hum a low, vibrating note into your skin while he licks you, a sound of pure, gluttonous satisfaction.
✿ He loves to remind you of his strength during hugs, he will lift you until your face is level with his expecting you to wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He will then walk around the manor or even jump to the roof, while holding you in this 'vertical' hug. He wants you to feel entirely dependent on his arms for your safety, he wants you to feel the height and the wind, knowing that the only thing keeping you from falling is his possessive grip. He will kiss you deeply mid-air, the thrill of the height mixing with the heat of his mouth. Sometimes, he will take your hand, turn it over, and press his lips to the very center of your palm while looking deep in your eyes with his glowing crimson-fuchsia gaze. Then, he moves to the silver mark on your stomach, chest or wherever it is...breathes into it, his lips vibrating against the symbol.
✿ He is feeding the mark with his own demonic essence, ensuring the bond remains strong and that you feel a constant, background hum of his possessively obsessive love even when he is in the next room serving his young master. It’s like leaving a 'charging cable' of affection plugged into the other half of his soul (you). "Humans are such strange, pathetically greedy things. They require so much physical touch to feel safe and secured. It is inefficient, illogical...and the single most addictive, pleasureful sensation I have ever encountered in my long existence. I think I shall hold you for the least three more hour in my arms until I'll have to go and fetch the young master's afternoon tea"
A/N: My laptop is dead and I really need to charge it. And in spirit of me getting my zio patch to monitor my unusual heart rhythms, I wrote this—mainly for myself as comfort but i hope you guys are able to enjoy it too. I’m finally getting back into writing after all the crazy shit that happened these past two weeks.
• The moment he notices even the slightest change in your breathing, complexion, or heartbeat, his eyes sharpen. You can hide your discomfort from mortals, but not from him.
• He does not ask if you’re unwell. He tells you. “Your pulse is irregular. Sit. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument.
• Sebastian treats you with the same precision as fine porcelain. He supports you effortlessly—carrying you to bed, arranging pillows, and even adjusting the curtains so no stray light disturbs your rest.
• Expect him to hover. He insists on monitoring your temperature, pulse, and every small sign of fatigue. You might feel smothered, but he cannot bear the thought of you slipping further into weakness.
• Dark comfort: he whispers in that low, velvety tone, “Humans are so fragile… yet you are mine. I won’t allow something so trivial as your body to take you from me.” It’s both chilling and oddly reassuring.
• If you resist his care—insisting you’re fine—his eyes narrow, and that smile sharpens. “How amusing. You think I’ll let you waste yourself? No, my dear. You will rest if I must pin you to the bed myself.”
• Fluff buried in obsession: he spoils you quietly. Homemade tea blends, the finest broth, a hand brushing hair from your sweaty forehead. He masks devotion as practicality, but every gesture carries more warmth than he’d ever admit.
• Should your condition frighten him—if your pulse falters or you collapse—his mask slips. For a heartbeat his voice is sharp with something dangerously close to panic. Then, in a blink, the butler façade returns, and he murmurs, “Stay. I’ll handle everything.”
• Above all, he doesn’t just care for you. He controls your recovery. It’s terrifying, suffocating… and yet there’s a twisted comfort in knowing Sebastian Michaelis will not let you go.
