Vampire Predator! Sebastian X Human Prey Female! Reader
Warnings: fingering, bloodsucking. NOT PROOF READ
His snarls rumbled in your ear. The sound curved in your ear canal, beating against your eardrum and set alight fuses in your brain. One thing was clear, he was aching for the taste of you. All that he yearned for was to devour every drop of the drug that was your blood. It satiated a deep scratch that throbbed in the back of his brain, just to be able to hunt you down and extract the very liquid that kept you alive and kicking. As the clock ticked by, every second that passed made him more and more desperate for you.
He had you backed up against a wall, confining your movements and blocking your view of the surroundings, ensuring he had your full attention. Testing you, he clawed at the back of your neck coaxing a greater flow of blood. Achingly slow, he tilted your head up exposing you to the winter chill. Your eyes met his, revealing the fearful hope in your gaze, ultimately luring him closer. Every atom in and on your body pulsed as he grazed his teeth over the thin layer of skin imprisoning your gooey goodness. You closed your eyes waiting in anticipation for the bite that never came.
Instead, he knelt down to properly position you, one leg over his shoulder while his hand laid open on your stomach almost gluing you into the wall, holding you still.
"Look at you pet. hmm. Look how mailable you are for me." His frigid breath spread out on your core.
Suddenly. He struck. His teeth sunk into the fat of your thighs, drawing out concentrated pleasure. Your heart kicked into fight or flight, your pupils dilated as every minuscule detail became apparent. The abandoned church bellowed, screeching how blasphemous your sinful pleasures were into the wind. The crooked branches from the trees outside slapped the stained glass. No matter where you looked the eyes of mother Mary and Jesus followed, secretly judging you.
Black spots popped up in your vision as, Sebastian picked up paced, licking every so often to break you back down to earth knocking the wind out of your lungs. Wetness spread in your underwear, creating a patch that he could definitely observe from his stance. Part of you thought he used that, added with your moans and grunts, as a reminder to persist past your whines urging him leave you just a little of your dignity left. Unsurprisingly, he did not stop only pushed your panties to the side to allow space for his fingers to curl into the empty space.
Your world turned, blurring in parts and clear in others, your needy cunt squelched. He gave you no breaks nor did he allow you space to breath without his fangs sunk deep into your flesh and his fingers lap up your ocean. The thudding from the window increased rapidly on beat with your blood pressure. Pressure built up in your vagina screaming for release, until he twisted his hand adding another finger into your puffy hole, enticing another loud moan howling from deep in your throat out. He sucked and sucked, the pleasure so overbearing it dumbed you down clearing all your thoughts and making you drool.
You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as the orgasm tore threw you as your legs gave out, Sebastian being him didn't make any attempt to catch you, or prevent your fall. Rather he let you collapse and hit your head on the hard concrete removing his fingers hastily, while you were still pulsing from the orgasm.
Your eyes gently shut closed.
OPEN. Sebastian growled his distaste for your weak human body.
CLOSED. Black.
OPEN. He picked himself up and licked up the slick from his fingers, placing his gloves back on and...
CLOSED. Darkness. Alone. Cold.
OPEN. your body was being transported up the church stairs, each step he took made your whole body spasm from the force.
CLOSED. Wet? Lightning and thunder (a formidable couple), exploded across the sky.
OPEN. you felt a pull to the ground, as if gravity coveted you while you laid in limbo hanging over the tower.
"No hard feelings Pet, you've just unfortunately outlived your use." he chuckled cynically.
The pull to the ground accelerated, your stomach dropped.
Summary: Sebastian and Ciel are out in the town gathering new China and Tea when they hear a lovely tune playing in the town square; a violin sonata so beautiful and sad it makes even the clouds cry.
Request: nope
Warnings: none?
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“London and it’s damn clouds.” The young master chided distastefully. Sebastian looked upwards with an expressionless gaze. “It appears it’s going to rain; young master we should return home soon.” The tall man looked to his pocket watch and shuffled the many boxes he balanced and carried; hoping to avoid the rain with the boys fragile health he could only silently wish to go home and start on dinner preparations. It was getting quite late. Sebastians ears perked as the young master stopped walking abruptly infront of him. And he could tell why.
A tune so beautiful reached his ears in no time at all. Entrancing the two men like a sirens song, luring their ship to crash into the rocks. The two followed the other people that were seemingly in a state of hypnotism to the town square. Could this be another demon? Sebastian queried to himself. A semi large crowd had gathered to find the source of the music. To find the song so sweet and so sad it appealed to all.
Sebastians trance was broken at the sound of weeping. Mothers held their children close as they weeped quietly into their husbands and fathers. Young Children stared emptily into space not knowing how to express the flurry of emotions. Men bit their lips as silent tears dropped from their glazed eyes, and slowly rolled down their cheeks like honey from a jar. What is this? I’ve never seen such a mass reaction to merely music. Red orbs flitted around taking in the scene and his thoughts started to bubble up out of the haze. What he could not comprehend was why no one was leaving. If this was causing them all to act so unseemly why would they not leave to uphold their families image? If anything only more and more people continued to gather. The smell of salty tears stung his nose. A pull at his sleeve caught his attention and looked down. He was shocked at the sight.
His young master was crying. Clear Fat tears rolled steadily down his round baby like cheeks. His uncovered blue eye shone with a storm of emotions, his lip trembled as he tried to control his ragged breathing in efforts to remain quiet. It would be unsightly for the queens watchdog to breakdown with the rest of the unfortunate public around him. But what the butler from another realm so off guard was the innocence. The innocence that was held in the young masters crystal blue orb was that of a child who hadn’t lost his entire family to a fire. Hadn’t been kidnapped and branded and sold. Hadn’t made a contract with a demon. This was an eye that held the purest innocence and clearest emotions. Sebastian put a gloved hand on the young masters head and shut his ruby eyes. He gave a smile that was neither real nor fake. It was simply an expression to comfort the child before him.
The sudden contact from his butler broke Ciel from his state of purity. His eye shadowed over in slight embarrassment as he swatted the mans hand from his hair. He rubbed at his cheeks with his silk black gloved hands and looked to the centre of the crowd. “Is this one of your kind?” Ciel hissed with a glare to the ground. “I do not believe so.” Sebastian murmured in order to not disrupt the eerie quietness amongst the people. “Well is it an angel then?!” Ciel was hit with too many emotions for him to be rational at the moment. But he at least remained hushed. “That is not it either young master. I believe it’s human. I sense no divine presence.” Sebastian replied watching the young lord like a hawk. “I demand you find who ever is making this music...after the song is finished.” He paused and Sebastian quirked a single fine black eyebrow, of course he expected his master to make a request but he wasn’t prepared for the second but of his sentence. How peculiar... Sebastian thought to him self. The butler decided only now to find the source of the sound. He had been too caught up in the crowds reactions to really think about who exactly could be causing such a scene.
It was fairly easy though. All he had to do was look straight and he’d see the being responsible. So simple. But why couldn’t he. He tried to look ahead but it felt almost wrong to do so. His eyes would flirt so quickly over the centre of the gathering he wouldn’t be able to really see the person in the middle. He could look around the sides and look down and up but it was like a nagging feeling kept him from looking straight ahead. Then he noticed it. Not a single person had their gaze lifted to watch. Their eyes were either set on the stormy clouds that settled over head getting darker by the minute, or the filthy ground beneath their shoes. What on Earth... Sebastian was growing sick of this game. The song was beautiful he could deny no longer but it was long and he needed answers immediately. The slight thunder accompanying the atmosphere and the chords being played alerted Sebastian JD was going to rain. And soon.
“Well? Do you see it?” Ciel hissed, his composure back as well at it could be. “I’m afraid not.” Sebastian murmured back, his hushed tone Curt in annoyance. The song was becoming more tense and its tempo quickened. A baby’s wait could be heard from the other side of the circle. This alerted everyone and startled the crowd but the music played on. What was this power? Not divine. Not demonic. More thunder yet this time closer and louder. A deep root note was strewn about quickly turning into sharp high pitched notes as lightning flashed not far. The songs notes weren’t as soft and alluring anymore. They were aggressive and hostile. The clouds were turning into the darkest grey that rivalled black. Sebastians head whipped around as more people let out wails and released cries. There’s no way this creature is human! So why do I not sense any powers? He thought. Sebastian gritted his teeth. This cretin he no longer liked was starting to irritate him. The song was aggressive but came to a halt! There was no more tune. No more notes. No more chords. It was like a dramatic pause.
Drip.
Drip.
Shaken from his frustrated state he opened his eyes. When had he closed them?
Drip.
More drips. More rain. More patters. More water. The song played again. Softer and quieter. You’d strain to hear it but hear it you could. The clouds weeped, a light sheet of rain dribbled upon the emotion-filled citizens of London as they held their faces and cried. As the song came to a close people hugged their loved ones and those along hugged them selves. In a society where emotions are often fake or subdued this was a change none had ever experienced before. It was raw. The music left a feeling of raw-vulnerability in the chests of all who heard it.
Once more Sebastian looked down to his master to see his head down and his small hand clutching where his heart was. “Find them and bring them to me. Now.” Ciel demanded through gritted teeth. As the crowd dispatched and stumbled away-some still crying and weeping- Sebastian gave a shallow bow. “Of course young master.” He unfolded an umbrella handing it to the boy and took long strides towards the centre which he could now face with out struggle, leaving his shaking master behind.
Sebastian expected many things when he found who ever it was that created such an event. Who ever had elicited such a mass response from even the weather and gods them selves to make them cry with their mortals on earth. They were probably of looks to rival a goddess or angel. The sincerity and raw feelings cast upon all those who heard it- even ensnaring a demon for a period of time. Rain soaked through his tail coat and into his vest. The cold water droplets reaching his skin with ease yet it did not phase him. He was on a mission. A mission ordered by his young master. A mission to find the being responsible for the gods cry’s.
What he found was none of his expectations.
A girl of average height with now soaked s/c skin, clad in a peasants cream coloured dress that dropped with the clouds tears was knelt at a violin case. She was ordinary looking enough. No extravagant gown made of fine silks and ribbons. No bonnet of flowers. No wings protruding from her back as he honestly expected. Just a girl with An old beat up case with faded leather and that was closed with a click. The well taken care of instrument held inside with care to protect from the unseemly weather. This was not right at all. How could such a simple thing do such an extravagant action that could be compared to a divine being? E/c orbs shifted up in shock to the man before her Who’s scrutinising stare burned holes through her. The two held eye contact and she gave a crooked smile. Her pinky lips quirked up at the corner as her velvety voice spoke, “most people leave after I’m done.” A french accent was woven thick in her words. “You...you are different though. I sense you are very different.” She nodded as she stood up. The rain pattering onto her and drenching her. Her hair looked like she had just showered, it was flush against her rosey cheeks and plastered across her face. The curls/strands sagged from the water weight.
“Are you the one who played that song.” The younger voice demanded rather than asked. She nodded and gave a smile to the Earl. Her e/c eyes held contact with his uncovered blue one. Rain pattered and bounced from the black umbrella. She gave a curtsy, “Ouí, my name is y/n l/n. I hope you enjoyed my playing.” She bowed her head in respect. From his cloths and the fact he had a butler she could tell it was better to be polite and respectful.
“I am Ciel Phantomhive. I would like to request you accompany my butler and I back to our estate. I wish to ask about your music. You will be given dry cloths and fed accordingly of course.” The Earl stated curtly. Distrust clear in his suspicion blue eye.
“My music is simply the emotions every person feels.” She closed her eyes this time, giving a broader smile, before turning around and walking down the street in the rain.
“Young master-“ Sebastian was cut short by the boy.
“Leave it.” He glared at her receding figure. “Just leave it. Take me home now Sebastian. I’m tired and cold.” Ciel turned with a swish of his black out coat and walked back the way they’d arrived god knows how long ago. The rain continued to patter onto the road and those who couldn’t find shelter. The thunder rumbled with great power in the distance. Emotions filled all of London and Sebastian could taste them all in the damn air. What a creature. His eyes flashed as he took a deep breath to calm him self.
“Yes young master.”
END.
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A/N: honestly I would have loved to make this into more of a series but I didn’t wanna make the shot too long and loose the vibe so sorry if the endings kinda awkward.
Request: Can I ask for hc’s for sebastian from black butler with a really tiny s/o (around ciels height) but she is allready a adult? Would love some cute headcanons for him if you have time..
Title: Fun-Sized S/O
Genre: fluff, slightly romantic
Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader
Notes: When I saw this, I gushed! This sounds so cute and I think it’ll be so much fun to write. That, and this just gave me a new rush of happiness that I really needed right now, so thank you for that!
That said, I hope you enjoy it! I refrained from specifying the age, but I tried to make it very obvious with some comedy inclusion. I may have strayed a little, though, so I apologize.
Below the cut!
let’s cover one thing first: he finds you absolutely adorable.
seriously.
despite being the same height as ciel, as well as maintaining a job in a similar area (you both worked under the queen), he couldn’t see you as anything other than a chihuahua walking around in a world full of english mastiffs
though, he was well aware that you were very much capable of taking care of yourself.
you work under the queen for a reason, after all.
which is also how you two met.
at first, he saw you as someone that would be filling in for someone else, possibly even taking up a role that had been presented to you by one of your parents or other family members.
but that was not the case.
your business was booming, and this is when he found out that not only were you of legal age, but very crafty as well.
(he liked to think that you preferred to feint any kind of awareness and have a vast amount of knowledge in all areas to be able to hold a candle to anyone that would try to manipulate, but that was only a theory of his.)
as much as it annoyed him from time to time, he and sebastian could tell that you would be a powerful asset, not only to them, but to the queen.
from that point forward, whenever you two would meet (which was, again, fairly often - the queen!), you two would be able to have almost the exact same thought process.
it was very evident that you knew your way around, and he admired that.
but there was also a side to you which he knew how to pick out.
taunt your height, get kicked.
treat you as an armrest, get kicked.
make sly comments about how you can’t reach something, get kicked.
or, at least, try to get kicked.
(yeah, your height was still an issue on that end.)
otherwise, you started to get used to this.
on days when ciel wanted to be nice and you were free of any work for a time, you two would meet at the phantomhive manor.
whether you were reading next to each other or discussing past events that either one of you asked, something would happen.
and it would more often be bardroy, mey-rin, or finny.
and here is where you and him used your height to your advantage.
from time to time, you’d help out the staff.
ciel had consistently told you that you are a guest and that you don’t have to help those “bumbling idiots”.
you didn’t listen, though.
this is where your height would be either a blessing or a curse.
if the issue had happened in a lower area, you would be quick on the uptake despite the amount of times that someone had tried to stop you.
glass broken? you’d be 100% willing to help and make sure that mey-rin didn’t injure herself while trying to pick it up.
and yes, this typically went over fairly quietly, though sebastian would never hesitate to throw something out there to annoy you.
“miss l/n, it seems as if your height may come in handy. do be careful when picking that up, thought, dear - don’t want you to get crushed, darling.”
“oh, please, sebastian darling - you may not realize or not care to realize this, but i can and will bite your ankles.”
“love, is that really necessary, though?”
“if you keep attempting to taunt me, then yes, it will be made top priority.”
(banter like this was highly encouraged by ciel, though he would never admit this).
on the other hand, though, if the incident had occurred at a taller height?
yeah, you would have to deal with short comments from him while you do things at your level.
“darling, may i ask how the weather down there is?”
“oh hush, you obnoxiously tall demon.”
“oh dear, you are just extremely short.”
“don’t forget that i could, quite easily, sneak away from you right here and now and leave you lonely for the remainder of the day.”
(you both knew that wouldn’t happen, though - you would miss him too much, and he’d know where you went almost immediately.)
so, those were fun times.
otherwise, when given the chance to, you two would try to create things together.
rose bouquets, sweets, sometimes even a new prototype for whatever purpose.
times like this are when the jokes would either be completely quieted or completely active.
sometimes, he’d purposely put an item that you could reach easily on a normal day about three shelves higher.
it was, of course, all a ploy to get you to ask for his help with an attempted nonchalant expression, though you were extremely flustered.
other times, he’d let you rest upon his shoulders if you were too tired to try and jump to reach something - these moments also left you flustered, but you didn’t mind.
there was even the rare occasion that, when you two would sit near each other and read (or do whatever you desired), he would allow you to lay beside him.
he noticed how your short frame fit perfectly in comparison to his taller one, and he’d silently gush at the image.
(fun fact: one time, when you had tried to reach a book you had left behind when leaving the room, he had helped you out in the most cliche way possible - he stood behind you and grabbed the book for you, his hand resting on your shoulder. it was an adorable image to the both of you.)
he found these moments to be the most important between you two, the teasing romantic ones were always the ones that got him to become just as flustered as you are.
and, though kisses didn’t happen very often, they were very much sweet and slightly comedic.
since the height difference was so obvious, things went one of two ways: either one of you would adjust your height to reach the other, or you would find a way to even it out and make it romantic.
if it were to go along a more humorous route, the common things were either he would lean down, or you would jump up.
considering both of you were fairly serious, these moments were highly treasured.
sometimes, he would watch you pout and fight back the urge to laugh at the image.
these times, though, he’d fall victim to the cute and childish expression that rested upon your face, and he’d lean down just the slightest.
he’d gaze at you lovingly, and it wasn’t until you would turn to look at him that he’d say something.
“you are quite adorable, lady y/n.”
cue your blush, cue his smirking visage.
“may i kiss you, my dear?”
small silence...
“...yes, you may.”
he laughs at your attempt to fight back the rush of blood to your face as he decides to tease you.
he stopped leaning down and watched as you puffed your cheeks and sighed.
“aren’t you going to kiss me, mr. michaelis?”
“hmm...maybe i might. it would be very much appreciated if you could, possibly, meet me halfway, though, darling.”
cue another huff.
you tried to jump up at him, but you were still unable to reach his height. he met you halfway.
the other times, though - those were when things got really romantic.
these were the moments when you two would get a break from a growing crowd of people at a formal event.
these were the moments when you two would be resting in the garden under the moonlight, surrounded by flourishing roses and carnations.
these were the moments when you two would be sitting next to each other on a bench, around even height as your skirt had lifted you just the slightest.
these were the moments where things would remain quiet yet loving, and though there was still a height difference, things were on much more level ground.
kisses in this moment were also very sweet.
neither one of you had to do much to meet the other.
afterwards, the rest of the night is spent in the midst of the festivities.
so, as a whole?
short jokes, tall jokes, and a surprisingly wholesome relationship for a demon as renowned in the realm as him.
(he may also have taken a slight liking to your soul, but he was very loyal in return to ciel - cuz souls are tasty, yUM-)
