#sein x reader

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omg requests are open i'm so happy... could you perchance write some smut w sein from frieren? maybe with a chubby fem!reader who's a little older than him...

thank you for keeping so many fandoms fed. i don't know how you do it <3

Something Holy (Sein x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗼. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗢𝗢𝗖 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝗻 (𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆? 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗹)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was drunk.

Sure, he did pick you up at a bar. But you were already seated and served by the time he got there. And he was all up on you from the moment he sat down right next to you, buying you round after round while chatting you up. If anything, you should be the one who’s as drunk as he looks right now. The way he kept boozing you up and watching with interest as you spilled every little messy detail about your (current lack of love) life tells you that.

​

Either way, it was no surprise when he asked if you wanted to get out of there and go somewhere a little more private. You, already ready for a quick enough fill to make a new notch in your bedpost, happily agreed. If he’s bad, you can always just try to forget him in the morning. If he’s mediocre, at least you can brag about that pretty face of his and the fact that you bedded a priest. And if he’s good? Well…you weren’t exactly expecting good. But you should have. You really, really, should have.

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Because maybe that would have prepared you more for what’s happening right now. Maybe that would have prepared you better for what you began to notice the moment you pulled him into your hotel room and locked the door behind you. Maybe that would have prepared you better to witness the way he looks at you. In the moments you’re facing each other. In the moments you step away to grab something. Even now, as you’re forced to face the mirror- forced to face him in the mirror and the way he looks at you. It’s strange. It’s strong. It’s intense. And in your eyes, it’s not the look of a guy who’s only had a couple of ciders. It’s the guy who’s plastered- lost on something. Hooked on something. And you don’t have the gall to say it’s all because of you.

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“What a view…”

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But he does.

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“S-Sein…” You mutter, gasping softly as he suddenly ruts his hips and reaches deep inside of you. Through your pleasure-induced haze, you can see how his own cloudy expression locks onto yours as he utters something else about you. Something about how he loves to watch his ass move as he fucks into you. How glad he is that you said yes to his offer. How is he going to make you feel so good for as long as you’ll let him. And all you can really do is take it. “Fuck…you feel so good…”

“Squeezing…squeezing me like a vice…” He responds breathlessly, the raw confession punctuated by a particularly filthy groan as he momentarily loses the pace he set. He’s full of praise for you. Reverent words and phrases spill from his lips messily as you rock back onto his cock on all fours, trying and failing to keep up with him.  The two of you are a mess right now. Aside from the dirtied sheets and the pile of clothes thrown haphazardly across the floor, you’re both a mess of sweat, arousal, cum, saliva (who knew a priest could be selfish enough to leave hickies on a woman who is not yet his own?), and possibly more.

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At some point, he left a mark on your neck- one big and pretty enough for him to keep running his mouth back over it to deliver kisses and licks and nibbles that send shivers down your spine. At another point, you had torn his hair free of its ponytail. He could do nothing but flip his hair back out of his face over and over again. Although he stopped trying to deal with keeping it back once he found that you really, really liked having something to hold that wasn’t the sheets whenever someone was devouring your cunt.

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The point is, he’s a mess. You’re a mess. You got picked up by a priest at a bar. You said yes to taking him home. And your biggest regret is underestimating him and believing the bedroom freaks couldn’t hold certain occupations. Now you’re stuck getting your mind and your back blown out. But honestly? He’s more than just a good fuck. He’s more than just a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and when to do it.

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He’s the best you ever had. And you’re not exactly sure how to feel about that.  

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“Sein…” You whimper his name yet again, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as he lands hit after hit to g-spot with nearly practiced precision. In response to the soft call of his name, the man behind you grunts as his grip on your hips tightens. Doggy-style was his idea. As was fucking you in front of your room’s floor-length mirror. As was doing everything and everything to make you feel good- to make you feel worshipped. And because of that, there’s more than just praise. There’s more than just fucking.

There’s touching. And touching and touching and touching.

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Tight grips. Lingering kisses. Slapping parts of you that bounce back at him. Stroking of your skin. Holding you tight. Holding you down. Stretching you out. Consuming you whole. You name it. He does it. And he does it all. Because of that, his hands move often. Never staying in one place- never praying to one place for too long. They jump from your waist to your hips to your love handles to your stomach to your ass to your breasts to just about anywhere else he can grab for leverage. Just to fuck you deeper. Just to make love to you harder. Just to hold you closer.

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You swatted his hand away once. He grabbed hold of something- a part of you that you didn’t quite love like the rest of you. He responded by forcing himself closer. He wrapped his arm around your neck just enough for him to tug you upright and back into him. The shift in position made you gasp, his cock instantly hitting a new angle and depth inside of you as he pulled your body flush against his strong, toned body, and rolled his hips like a madman. In between strokes, he made you promise not to pull away from him again. In between desperate, gasping breaths, he told you that it’s been far too long for him. That he’s traveled so far. That he’s waited so long. That he can’t be stopped now. Not while he’s so close.

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You had a funny feeling that some of those words weren’t exactly meant for you. That perhaps he had the image of someone else- of something else when he was muttering and mumbling in your ear. But then he unwrapped his arm from around your neck and pushed onto your stomach on the bed, and suddenly, you weren’t thinking about his words anymore. No, you were thinking only of the cock Sein had just slipped back inside of your wet, puffy, lower lips as he lay down on top of you and fucks you in the prone position like bedding you is his dying wish.

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You’re not sure. You’re not selfish nor arrogant enough to assume that all of this is because of you and for you.  Even if the kisses he presses to your shoulders are starting to feel less like those of a stranger or more like the start of something new, you’re not selfish enough to believe one night with you is all that’s needed to corrupt someone holy. You aren’t. You aren’t. But it doesn’t matter what type of person you are. It doesn’t matter what you believe. What matters is the low, breathless words he grunts out between the seconds he thrusts his cock back inside you. What matters is that…that and…

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“...I don’t…don’t have to worry about you…going anywhere…right?”

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…and whatever he’s bold enough to admit.

After all, when you brought him back here, he told you to just lie back and let him take care of things. Like you’re something deserving of that much care. Something worthy of that much attention. Or perhaps even something holy that he’s been searching for all his life.

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If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was drunk. And in some ways, maybe he is. What he’s drunk off of, you’re not exactly at liberty to say. Not just because you can’t think straight. But because there’s more than one way for a priest to commit a sin.

It just so happens that these ways just so happen to involve you.

[mutsukisses]

requests are.. open!!

please remember i only do ftm, gn, and make readers when requesting!!

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Tender (Sein X Reader)

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w/c - 1.1k content - look at that- my first frieren fic; there's really nothing like an alcohol-loving traveling priest, f!reader, mentions of smoking and drinking. For the wonderful @peepeepopoooo, hope you like it.

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When it rains, it pours. And when it poured, all the older men of the village, and occasionally some sneaky young boys, would gather in the tavern, downing drinks like the barrels would run dry the day after.

"Slow down, old man; there's plenty left." You chastise the mayor with a smile, putting down three new mugs of beer on the table with a thud, "Wouldn't want your wife dragging your unconscious body through the village in the morning again, now would we?"

"I thought barmaids were supposed to encourage drinking." A voice cuts in, and you turn to witness a man in a clergy robe, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth, shuffling playing cards thoroughly in his hands.

"I thought priests weren't supposed to drink."

"It helps us stay close to the goddess." He puts down the card deck to take a swig of his beer, leaving a trail of white foam on his upper lip.

"Does it really?" You pick up the empty mug from his table.

"No," He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, "But it's a great conversation starter with pretty barmaids." And you blush, almost forgetting yourself in his green eyes.

"I wouldn't say it's great."

He chuckles, soft and low, with a hint of redness on his cheeks which you weren't sure if came from the drinks or your words, and it's enough for you to think about him even after the tavern closes, with the rain still knocking on your window as you try to fall asleep.

-

"A drunk traveling priest?" Your friend locks eyes with you as you recollect the memories from the other night, "What good would that do? You should find a nice guy from the village. Better a hunter or an owner of some shop; they always have something to bring back home." You stand and nod at the sensible comments, cleaning yesterday's mugs as you throw looks at the table the priest sat at only hours ago, wondering if he'll come again today.

And he does. He walks in with a cigarette already lit and avoids your gaze as he finds the furthest seat from the bar counter.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"What do you have?" And he watches you laugh, the thought crossing your mind that he's probably already used to the big-city taverns.

"Well, you see.." You say, making a deliberate pause, which he catches on to, "Sein." He adds, and you grin, already pouring a drink. "Well, you see, Sein. This is a unique tavern, unlike those you've probably been to a thousand times. We serve beer on weekdays, but on weekends, it's beer - and sometimes - but only on very special occasions, there's this drink that we serve. I mean, I could tell you, but it's kind of a secret."

"Is it beer?" Sein asks, the ashes falling off his cigarette as he chuckles.

"How'd you know?" You pull a surprised expression while you make your way with the drink to his table.

"Just a hunch."

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"Sein!" You exclaim, running towards him on the path leading out of the village, "Leaving already?"

"Just going to get some medicinal herbs," he smirks, "why, think you'd miss me?"

"I would miss the money left on your open tab." And he blushes, a hand reaching out to rub the back of his neck.

"Oh, I - uh, It's fine, I'll pay it tonight." He stutters, watching the grin disappear from your face.

"Oh goddess, no, it's a joke!" Your face flushes red as you're reduced to babbling incoherence to excuse yourself from the situation.

-

"Let me help," he extends a hand to lift a few mugs from the now-emptied table, the tavern's dim light reflecting in his eyes.

"I couldn't possibly let a customer help," you reach to grab the mugs from his arms, "besides, I heard you're leaving tomorrow; you should go get some sleep before it's too late."

"I don't mind." he takes the mugs up to the bar counter, watching the last intoxicated villagers leave the place, their drunken laughter still audible through the door.

You clean up silently, watching him wipe the tables as you sweep the dirt left on the floors. A slight unease grows when you think of his imminent departure, your eyes drifting toward his face, lingering for a little too long as you try to memorize his features.

"I heard the mayor almost lost his finger." You finally say.

"Hmm?" He picks up his gaze, "Ah, well, a healing spell mended it rather quickly. He was ecstatic, you see," He curled his pointer finger in front of his face, "It's the one thing that makes his wife happy."

And you blush at his words, "It's the what?"

"I mean, if he couldn't pull the string on his hunting bow, it would have made for a terrible winter." He stops in his tracks, "Why, what'd you think?"

"N-nothing," you stammer, and he burst into laughter, almost dropping the cloth from his hand. You feel a tug in your heart, a passing notion that you would miss that laughter more than you should, "You vulgar priest," you mutter under your breath.

"I think it's rather clean now, don't you?" He watches you swipe the broom over the spotless floors over and over again, and you sigh, knowing that you can't prolong the moment any longer.

"Yes, I think it is." You put the broom down by the counter, leaning on a table next to Sein, "Well, I think it's goodbye now, isn't it?"

But he doesn't move from the seat he took by the table, his leg bouncing on the wooden floor. "I guess it is."

"Ah, don't look so sad, priest. There are many towns and many taverns on the way to your destination, aren't there?" You find the courage to smile.

"It's the barmaid I'd miss." He confesses.

"You'll make the barmaid blush if you keep talking like that," you mumble, "and you never even asked for her name."

"(Y/N)." he utters, getting up from his seat, "You really think I wouldn't ask around for the beautiful barmaiden's name?"

And you taste the tobacco on his lips as he presses them onto yours, and the fading flavor of beer on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. He draws your body closer to his, and a shiver crawls up your spine at the warm touch of his palm on the back of your neck before he lets his hand get lost in your hair.

"I thought priests weren't supposed to kiss," you smile when you break away from the kiss for a moment.

"They really aren't," he leans in closer again, "but it's the best kind of vice."

-

"I still have to leave tomorrow," he says, his voice hushed from the guilt.

"I never asked you to stay," you remarked, and he furrowed his brows, "but if you ever grow tired of traveling, there's this place that serves beer that I think you might like."

[takusan-no-ai]

Dating

PAIRING: Sein x Female Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: (Y/N) is Sein’s girlfriend.

Sein was gambling one night with his buds and miraculously…lost all his clothes. It took doing a dance in order for them to give it back. Amongst all of this, you witnessed the entire debacle. Sein wasn’t expecting to see such a beautiful woman, and he also wasn’t expecting his first impression to be oh so bad.

Whether or not you’re an older woman, it’s ultimately your personality that draws him in; Sein isn’t conceited enough to only care about looks after all. He really liked your fun and teasing antics. He also appreciated your more calm and mature side. You ticked all the boxes that he finds most attractive in a woman.

Sein never expected to fall so in love ever in his life. Sure, he has people dear in his heart, but none could make him lose sleep like your constant staring at his lips. He knew a love like this was a once in a lifetime experience, and he was all about having no regrets; even if you were to reject him, at least Sein could say that he tried. Expect a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine, and an awkward Sein rubbing his neck.

The honeymoon phase sweeps in like a tornado. Sein can’t stop talking or thinking about you. He gets uncharacteristically shy around you, and always has to at least be holding your hand. Cuddling, cooking, hunting, sleeping, if he can do it with you best believe it will happen.

As his feelings settle Sein becomes more comfortable and confident in the relationship. He’s not as overly clingy and gets better at understanding your needs before you can even voice them. He still spoils you with anything he believes you’ll like (that he can afford) and brags about having a girlfriend to any single person that’ll listen.

- Fin

[anilumen]

Helloooo, you guys can call me Ani or Lumen (Lumen preferred but don't care really)!!

This is a Blog to just post my oneshots and maybe take some request. I will only write for the characters that I have already written for and maybe the ones I will add to this list !

The character list I will write for :

Revali (botw)

Luigi (Mario bros)

Professor Layton (take your pick, I will write for all of them)

Avengers (Loki and Bucky and what not)

Snatcher (A hat in time)

That bunny guy (devil may cry)

Frieren (Any Character)

Rise Donnie (ROTTMNT)

W.D.Gaster (Undertale)

Silco (Arcane)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

So as you can see, I have a wide range of characters I will write for, and I will add a list of the oneshots that I have already written and post under the cut at the end of this post.

This blog is merely for entertainment, and if anyone is coming at me for whatever I will not hesitate to block you. I just want to share the characters that I love, if you have a character (I mainly write for animated characters) that you would love a one shot about please do tell! Maybe I know them and write you something for that character!

Now the rules,

I only write oneshots!!! No headcanons or whatever!!! Please don't ask for that!!

I also only write for fem!reader or nonbinary!reader!!! Sorry to all my men out there, but I just don't feel confident enough to write a story for a male reader

If you don't want me to call you y/n please tell me! I won't do any OC insert, but I can use ____ to indicate where you can put your name in!!

And also, if I overlook or just won't answer your ask please don't think I have forgotten it! I am most likely working on your request and or write a reply to you!!

Character oneshots :

Revali :

Unspoken want - Revali x fem!reader [fluff]

Looking out for each other - Revali x fem!reader [fluff]

A nice trip around castle town - Revali x fem!reader [Fluff]

Luigi :

Professor Layton :

Their Place - Desmond Sycamore x fem!reader [fluff]

Avengers :

Snatcher :

Terms & Conditions (And Other Ways to Lose Your Heart) - Snatcher x fem!reader [fluff]

Bunny guy :

Rise Donnie :

W.D.Gaster :

Silco :

Shadows Don't Fall - Silco x fem!reader [fluff]

Vox :

Quite Frequencies - Vox x fem!reader [fluff]

Signal Weak - Vox x sick Fem!reader [fluff]

[vraisetzen]

i've been scrolling through the frieren tag here and it's come to my attention that sein is criminally under-loved, so have a gander at a slightly suggestive reader insert WIP i wrote this morning 💋

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Jealousy headcanons

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀɴʏ?

- Jealous and possessive are his middle names.

- Doesn't like other men around you, including his brothers. (Especially Carlo, he knows he's not the only one that wants you.)

- When he sees you chatting with someone of a higher social standing than him, it leaves him lowkey alert. Depending on if you look comfortable or not would be the deciding factor on his reaction. He's ready to come to your rescue at any moment.

- Would definitely keep an eye on you during balls and other gatherings. He knows how some men can't take no for an answer. And meanwhile, he's trying to keep you out of most drunkards company, sometimes it's hard to do so. Such ungentlemanly behavior is frowned upon. But if you have enough money and power, you're allowed basically anything. People will still gossip about such behavior, but it doesn't hurt those who are rich enough. He doesn't want you to mingle with them at all. Shivers at the thought.

- Let's be honest here. Sein would rather dance with you all night to tire you out so that you won't even think about dancing with other men.

- However. If you somehow still end up dancing with someone else. He may or may not need reassurance. It all depends on the stage and depth of your relationship. If you just started courting he may need some soothing words. That he's still the one you want.

- He also would stand in the corner of the ballroom and watch you with a glass of champagne, looking like a sulking cat. Unknown to you a cat that is ready to pounce once he sees something is wrong. A hand of your dancing partner sliding too low, eyes on your chest, or your body stiffening. Anything really.

- However. If you've been courting for a while and your relationship seems to be going well (probably near the engagement stage), he wouldn't care who you dance with. You're already his and he's pretty confident in your relationship. He'd even have a smirk on his face as he'd watch you dance with dukes and other aristocrats. Knowing you're his and they can't take you from him.

school's kicking my ass rn t.t

[inzsanewrites]

AISHA Sein Headcanons

Honestly it’s mental gymnastics 25/8

You have to be your guard not for your own sake but someone else’s when ever he says something a little too courteous

He’s a little overprotective in a scheming way as in if someone messes with you he plays the long game of suffering to nip them in the butt

It’s not really a requirement but it would be nice if you got along with Aisha or at least Nemo

If you’re a dog person you’re free to play with Arthur, but if you prefer cats he’ll go out of his way to borrow Aisha and Aida’s cat for you

Would 200% do something illegal for you, you don’t even need to ask

It’s okay if you don’t understand his double meanings or see through his lies but if you can you should be very concerned

One large thing is that Sein has yandere traits that stick out like a sore thumb when he’s not careful and that’s your problem now

Get a little too annoyed with his tricks and he’ll keep it subtle and more hidden

He’s a bit doting in the way he’s always asking you what you want before he’ll make weird events happen and whatever you wanted just ends up right in your arms

PDA is limited as in his time period the most he would do is offer you his arm

Whenever you talk to long to someone or seem are little too interested he cuts in (like a gentleman) and politely ‘asks’ to be a part of the discussion

It is jealousy? You don’t know because he’ll either outright say it or be all cryptic about someone’s hand accidentally going a little lower than expected

Even if you have an IQ of 210 don’t try to figure out his motive because it’s just confusing as hell

A/N: This is adult Sein and I used Sein instead of Sean because I prefer the spelling ( ◕‿‿◕ )