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"
