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[torikuri]

Can I request a sebastian michaelis x virgin and naive maid reader?

naive as a dove - sebastian michaelis x reader

a/n: slightly suggestive, minors avert thou eyes.

sebastian thinks youre either stupid or brave. maybe both. or maybe neither.

the way you constantly smile at him somewhat grates his nerves — you know what he is, so why are you so damn adamant on acting like he’s just another pure soul?

how pathetic.

there’s a strange smell on you, sebastian’s noted. a smell of a virgin, a flower to be plucked from the stems.

now that, gets his interest. sebastian is nothing if a predator of the dark - a demon.

in his mind, he’s almost obligated to be your first, should you make the first move. maybe he could use some of his charms on you; they’ve seemed to work thus far.

maybe.

the thought of you mewling and moaning under him, screaming his name sends a shiver to his spine, the mental image making him lick his lips.

maybe tonight is the night.

maybe.

[torikuri]

Sephiroth X Stressed!Reader

pairing : sephiroth x stressed!reader

cw : none!

a/n : i have ZERO motivation but i’ve gotten a few requests for more sephiroth fics. please accept this as a peace offering until i write something real!

divider by @cursed-carmine

you’ve been short with him. frustrated by tight deadlines and a constant lack of satisfaction in your work. and you’ve been taking it out on him.

probably not the best choice on your part considering, while appearing placid, calm and imperturbable to the untrained eye, he does not possess an easygoing personality.

despite this fact about him, he humours you and allows you to snap at him again and again.

“sephiroth, stop lurking behind me. god, i can’t work with you breathing down my neck!”

“can’t you read somewhere else? the flipping of your pages is driving me insane, i can’t focus like this!”

“no! for the fourth time, sephiroth, i am not hungry! stop asking me! leave me alone so i can get this done.”

and of course, he’s feeding off your energy. frustration growing the longer you brush him off. jaw tensing, teeth clenching tight to keep his tongue from slipping and saying something that will only make things worse.

he can’t help that, as much as it curdles his stomach to think, he cares about you. more than any living thing on this planet.

and to see you hunched over your little computer screen, eye getting so heavy that they droop, hair messy and unkempt, fingers tapping anxiously against the surface of the wooden living room coffee table when they aren’t viciously typing away against the laptops plastic keys, its pains him.

you won’t eat. so he can’t bring himself to enjoy a meal. forcing himself to cook for two every night, even though he knows you won’t eat, and inevitably packing both portions into plastic containers after sitting at the table for over an hour, picking at his food.

you won’t go to sleep. so he tosses and turns in your shared bed at night, a bed that once felt too small to fit the two of you without squishing together now feeling like a lonely, open valley of space, knowing that if he comes out to get you it’ll only start an argument. which is the last thing you need, he knows.

you won’t put down the computer. so he tries to invade you’re space in the living room, just to be close to you, he doesn’t even want to talk. but the slightest shift in his breathing makes you angry. which is why he doesn’t stay for long.

and then, one night when he returns from work, you finally let him in again.

he enters the living room to find you're computer in pieces beside the table, while you gasp for breath behind your hands, body racked with sobs.

sephiroth would drop everything, rushing to your side, on his knees beside your defeated body. gentle hands on your arms pulling your palms away from your face.

he has fought thousands of creatures, ugly and terrifying, and still nothing has made him feel the fear that he feels upon seeing you’re teary face. the disappointment in himself that he did not, could not, prevent this.

a pit forms in his stomach and a compulsion to care, a need to show he’s there, that he has been there the entire time, fills every fiber of his being.

his warm hands would cup your face, the rough pads of his thumbs wiping the wet streams of tears off your cheeks. softly saying you’re name.

he is unsure if he’s any good at comforting. he’s never had to do it before. he’s not used to this. but he’s trying and for that you appreciate him more than he knows.

“what’s wrong, my love? hm? i was only gone for a few hours, what happened?”

“this stupid deadline! my boss thinks i’m some sort of robot or something.. i- i couldn’t handle it. i just got so frustrated and.. and i threw the computer. which i see now.. only makes things worse. god, i’m so stupid” you can only bury your face back in your hands, more sobs leaving your tired body.

“don’t say that. you’re not stupid, don’t talk about yourself that way” he gently pries your hands from your face.

he’s not a big talker. he’s not good with his emotions. so he makes you feel better in his own, quieter way.

he’d clean up the computer. even though you insist he doesn’t, he still would. and he’d even offer to buy a new computer for you, what else would he do with he soldier salary.

he would sit on the couch with you, holding you in his strong arms until you’ve finally settled. offering quiet words of reassurance, reminders that’s he still there even if he’s not very talkative.

when you try to rectify the way you had spoken to him earlier in the week, explain your shortness, your irritability, he would shake his head and tell you he’s already forgotten. he knows “his girl was just stressed.”

and he won’t leave your side again. he’s known distance between you for less than a week and he never wants it again. so he stays planted by your side the next time you decide to work, planting gentle kisses to your hand which he keeps firmly held in his despite your protests about how you need both to type.

he’s not the touchiest, certainly not the feeliest, but he tries for you.

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demons and marks — sebastian michaelis x reader

sebastian is posessive.

not vocally, but the way he acts tells everything he doesn’t say.

while he doesn’t specifically tell someone to get away from you, he does seemingly get more handsy — either with hands roaming to grip your waist or ever so subtly standing a bit too close.

does ciel reprimand of his butler being more than less obvious about this? maybe, if the young lord catches the antics quick enough.

not that sebastian listens anyway.

you’re his — and his you’ll stay.

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it must’ve been heaven’s light — sephiroth x reader

author’s note - sane sephiroth my beloved,, <3

sephiroth thinks you must be an angel sent from above. no one has ever treated him so much like a human than you have.

a weapon — that’s what he was always lead to believe he was; there to fulfill shinra’s every demand of him. to ignore the paparazzi and go on with his life.

but then there’s you.

you, who’s handling his whole body with such care, fingers trailing along his neck before scratching his scalp — surely this is what heaven feels like.

surely, this must be it.

sephiroth leans his head agains your palms, melting himself into them and staring at you through his lashes. you look so soft.

such an angel. you must be.

he’ll keep you. forever.

.

.

forever.

[torikuri]

welcome. what will you have today? <3

tori - she/her - 19

i figured i’d make an actual ’welcome to my page’ post. hi! i’m tori — or torikuri, whatever fits; a multi-fandom writer for x reader fanfics :)

please do not interract with my page if you don’t stand with ukraine or palestine, are homophobic or racist, etc etc.

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fandoms i write for -

demon slayer

inuyasha

final fantasy

one piece

apothecary diaries

black butler

bungou stray dogs

twisted wonderland

assassin creed

my asks/requests are always open! :)

[torikuri]

none the wiser — sebastian michaelis x reader

author’s note - demon… demon man.. warning for dark themes.

sebastian michaelis is someone that’s dangerous — hiding amongst humans that are none the wiser to the wolf in sheep’s clothing amongst their midst.

funny, really. often times sebastian gets a good cackle out of it — how dumb humans really are. they’re so naive, so willing to trust a stranger.

pathetic.

and yet, you remain. you remain at his side, all smiles and blushing cheeks.

sebastian wonders if you truly know what he truly is.

if you do — you’re stupid. if you don’t, you’re the same as all the other pathetic, naive humans.

the demon holds back a sinister chuckle in the darkness of the halls.

no matter, he decides then. he’ll just show you what he is — break you down to follow his will and make sure you don’t fall for tricks like these again.

for your own good, of course.

that’s how he reasons it.

yes.. for your own good.

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marriage jitters — malleus draconia x reader

author’s note — first post,, yippee! very self-indulgent after book 7,, malleus one chance <33

life has a funny way of working — things can happen without you suspecting a thing; and those ’things’ can be anything, from good to bad.

this, however, you didn’t suspect — after NRC had ended, you thought you’d just go back to your own world; sure, you’d miss the twisted wonderland and all your friends, but what choice did you have? you couldn’t just abandon your old life, right? that was your plan from the start.

you thought it was bulletproof.

well, a certain dragon had a different idea.

now, standing inside malleus’ castle, watching lilia happily decorate the huge doorways, you started to second guess yourself.

”aren’t those a bit too much?” you asked him, arms crossed and head tilted to watch the bat fae float along, placing the lucious decorations.

”nonsense!” lilia chirped happily, landing gracefully with an energetic smile, ”you’ll be malleus’ spouse. briar valley hasn’t seen a royal wedding in ages.”

you supposed that was true — maybe.

”besides,” lilia commented — ”it isin’t every day our prince gets married.”

there was a teasing tone in there — and you caught it quickly. the flush came onto your face all too quickly at that remark.

”i suppose you’re right.”

malleus is the future king of Briar Valley, that much was true — which would make you the one ruling by his side.

ah. right. rulership — would you even be ready for it? what if you messed up? what if the whole of briar valley hated you? what if—

”beloved.”

there it was. that warm, deep voice that you swore could melt your bones — those arms that wrapped around your waist were the same ones that wrapped around you on those long, cold nights, providing warmth — shelter.

malleus.

and with that, you melted into him — head coming to lean against his muscled chest.

”nerves, i take it?” he rumbled, nuzzling his cheek against yours, unashamed by lilia’s all too smug and knowing stare.

”something like that.”

”you’ll do just fine.”

”but what if—”

malleus placed a finger against your lips, finally turning you around in his arms. his green eyes were so full of love — maybe even alarmingly so.

”you’ll do just fine — i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

you swallowed back a lump that had turned up without your permission.

”promise?”

”i promise.”