Black Butler Sebastian X Reader Novels & Stories

And that makes Killian so wholesome and loveable in his eyes. “Let me continue the horror story.” Sebastian says, trying to sound calm and composed. “I'm right here with you.” Killian assures him once again, taking his hands in his, giving his hand a gentle kiss. Sebastian nods his head, trying to focus on the story rather than on the army of butterflies that are swimming around in his stomach. “As I was saying, I received his call that night and fell victim to his most heinous act.” Sebastian starts once again, composing himself to confront his grim reality.

The woman in black stared at him with contempt. "I feel like you are here to scam me." "Ms. Blanche, why don't we sit down and talk? It's so cold out here." Sebastian was shivering. "I'm not cold. If you want to talk, we will talk here." The woman in black could tell that he was freezing, but she did not care. "Fine!" Sebastian turned around to face his bodyguard and shouted, "Go buy me a down jacket right now!"

Authority sat on her shoulders like a tailored coat she’d learned never to shrug off. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall, hands loosely clasped behind his back, attention directed toward the projection screen that hadn’t yet been activated. He wore black today, not his usual corporate charcoal, or his disarming grey, no, he wore black with intent. He turned in her direction, the minute he sensed her presence. Their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them, not heat, not nostalgia, but awareness sharpened by recent proximity. Paris had done some damage already, or perhaps it revealed a bit of truth.

Sebastian continued to growl, his black eyes not breaking from the Alpha’s while I’m slowly pulled even closer to him, my hands having to rest on his chest as I stared at his face in shock but also, total astonishment. “A part of me does wish the documents take some time to finalise, it will give me much time to hone my skills so each hit or slice I place upon your body, can inflict the most severe pain possible.” Sebastian grinned, this time his arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me straight into his body, the entire area sinking into even more intoxicating darkness the deeper Sebastian fell into the anger he was experiencing.

I was tired of being a ghost in a mansion that smelled of old money and cold stone. Ever since my father, Fernando Navarro, used my mother’s medical bills at St. Mary’s Private Hospital to sell me into this "political union," I had been a captive in a gilded cage. Sebastian Blackwood was a man of ice and iron—the star captain of the Manchester Ice Kings and the heir to a fortune, yet he possessed the emotional range of a glacier. "You look... different," Sebastian said, leaning against the doorframe. He hadn't even taken off his coat. His scent—winter air, expensive leather, and the underlying musk of a dominant wolf—flooded the room, making my knees weak.

she told Levi and Lana. “Do I need to come with you? Or, Lana could go with you,” Levi suggested. “No. I will be fine. I will be back in less than five minutes.” Turning, she flashed a smile at Sebastian, swaying her hips out. “She isn't just a bitch. She is your butch,”. Sebastian said excitedly. “ Lucky you. I will want to see what she tastes like and know how warm her pussy is.” Viktor remained unmoved. Regardless of his suffering hands, he controlled the rest of his body language. “Quite this bullshit, Sebastian, and point us to whom we need to see. We need to leave soon.”

But now… he was the only one who could save my baby. The elevator dung. I looked up and he was here. Sebastian stepped out, he was dressed in all black and his coat fitted perfectly. His shiny shoes hit the floor with soft, strong steps. He looked calm, but he was cold, like always. He was like a devil in a perfect suit, he didn’t smile and he didn't say anything. He just stopped in front of me. My heart beat fast as he dropped something on my lap. A white envelope. It was big, thick.

When the doors open directly into the penthouse, Sebastian is waiting. Black shirt, black trousers and a glass of something dark in his hand. “On time,” he says softly. He sets the glass down. “Come here.” I step forward. The doors close behind me. He pulls me to himself in one swift motion, his hand sliding under the flared hem of my red dress. Fingers brush the bare skin of my inner thigh, then higher confirming what I already knew. No underwear. “Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear, voice dark and satisfied.

Sebastian’s POV I pulled away from her lips and lingered there, my forehead brushing hers, searching her eyes for hesitation. I thought I’d see resistance, maybe even regret. But instead, I saw hunger. That same raw, burning look she’d given me years ago that I couldn't resist. “We can stop if you don’t want this,” I whispered, my voice husky, almost betraying the storm that raged in me. But then her hand slid up to my shoulder, fingers curling into my skin, grounding me. Her lips curved into a sly smile, her voice low and intoxicating.

After a few minutes Mrs Flemington return looking slightly flustered, "Mr Agreste, Mrs Agreste is refusing to get out of bed" Sebastian carried on reading his newspaper, without sparing Mrs Flemington a glance, which she took as a sign to leave. After several minutes Sebastain rises to his feet and heads towards Hannahs room. Without knocking or any prior warning Sebastian walks in. Hannah visibly flinches at the intusion and looks perturbed after witnessing who is responsible for the intrusion. Sebesatian with a cold expression walks into the bathroom and turns on the cold shower, returning to her room he walks towards Hannah. Noticing this Hannah crawls to the other edge if the bed, intend