#seth x reader

Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.

His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.

The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.

You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.

The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."

"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.

You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"

He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.

The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"

He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.

"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"

"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"

He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.

Lighter Lorenz

Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.

It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.

Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.

He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.

You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.

He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.

The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.

The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.

His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.

He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.

He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.

"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.

There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."

You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.

He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'

Seth Lowell

Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.

Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.

When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.

Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.

Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.

"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."

He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."

He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.

He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.

He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.

The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.

This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.

"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.

He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.

"I need you to help coordinate the next supply run for Piper."

The sound of your rattle shaking caught Lighter by surprise.

"Don't sass me." He teases, lifting his boot to push you off of the rock. You yelp as you fall off of the rock, the sound of your rattle clattering against itself makes lighter laugh. He reaches down and helps you up. "C'mon, we can do it together."

"I can think of a few other things we could do together." You teasingly stick out your tongue, slapping his ass with the rattle of your tail.

"Alright, that's enough." He smirks, grabbing and shaking your tail himself. "You're trouble."

"You love it."

"You know I do."

Manato - Leopard Gecko Thiren

You and Manato were running side by side, jumping over rubble, deflecting blows from the ethereals chasing you both. You ducked behind an old, abandoned car, both of you breathing heavily.

"Alright. I'll distract them, you run." Manato growls out, grabbing his sword. He was silently bracing himself, knowing he'd end up taking more damage than he'd want to, but it would be worth it if you were safe.

"Are you crazy!?" You scold, pulling the sleeve of his jacket. "C'mon, let's just run. According to the carrot data we're getting close to escaping. If we just make a break for it, it'll be alright!"

His eyes darted between you and his sword. "I can't risk you getting hurt."

"If we can't run fast enough, then you can stay back and fight for my honor, or whatever."

"Deal."

You both make a break for it, the ground moving quickly underneath your feet. The etherals behind you were gaining ground.

"Shit!" You let out a fearful yelp, your instincts taking over as you dropped your tail.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Manato shrieked out, terrified.

"Ignore it, run!" You pull him as the etherals stop to sniff at the tail you had dropped, giving you and Manato the chance to escape. As you left the hollow, Manato looked at you terrified.

"Are you okay!? What happened?"

Your fingers ran over the stump of what used to be your tail. "Yeah… That happens. It'll be fine. It'll just be a pain waiting for it to grow back."

"…IT GROWS BACK!?"

Seth - Prehensile Tailed Skink Thiren

It was an odd time for all thirens. The winter months tended to make animal instincts to haywire. Bear thirens would often eat big lunches and take a nap, canine thirens would group together, and you, a reptile thiren, slowed down a lot. You were trying to focus on the paperwork sitting in front of you, some boring report about a patrol. You tail lashed behind you without you noticing, until you heard paper drop and a hand grab your tail.

"…Seth?" You ask, half laughing as you saw his pupils blown wide, his hand on the tip of your tail as he crouched on the ground.

A blush explodes across his face as he stares down at his hand. "I… am so sorry." He squeaks out.

You burst into laughter, "no worries! It's cute!" You shift your tail again, watching his pupils blow wide, hands chasing your tail like a playing kitten. "The same Seth who lectured me on workplace harassment is the one workplace harassing me!" you tease.

"Stop it!" He huffs, but literally can't stop his instincts as he tries to grab your tail. He reaches particularly fast and you coil your tail tightly around his wrist, getting his attention.

"You can make it up to me by taking me to lunch, yeah?"

He stares in shock, feeling your scales against his skin. "Y-yeah… Lunch…"

Bitter. Unholy bitter. Like coffee and dark cacao got into a fight and nobody won.

You tried to smile through it, chewing like your life depended on it. Harumasa looked up from his book, cocking a brow. “You’re making your ‘I’m totally not suffering’ face.”

“…No, I’m not,” you mumbled, throat tight.

“Ah. So you are,” he said, walking over with a suspiciously casual gait. Then without warning, he cupped your jaw and kissed you, stealing the chocolate right out of your mouth like a smug thief.

Your eyes widened. “Wha—Haru!”

He smacked his lips, made a face, then grimaced. “Yeah, that’s horrible.”

“Then why did you—”

“To spare you.” He plopped onto the couch again. “Also, I was curious how bad it was.”

You glared, cheeks red. “You could’ve just told me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he said, already sliding the box away from your reach. “Guess I’ll finish these. Waste not, suffer not.”

Seth was practically vibrating with excitement when he handed you the heart-shaped box. “Made just for you!” he declared, tail flicking with pride.

You were touched. And trusting. Big mistake.

You bit into the first piece. The texture was fine. The taste… not.

“…Seth,” you said slowly, mouth half-full of chocolate that tasted vaguely of tuna.

He tilted his head. “You don’t like it? It’s salmon-miso caramel! PubSec’s seasonal prank flavor!”

You gagged quietly.

“Wait, you’re serious? You hate it?”

You nodded, blinking back betrayal.

“Say no more.” With the speed of a PubSec strike team, he dove forward, kissed you breathless, and somehow pilfered the half-eaten chocolate from your mouth in a move that could’ve been banned in seven districts.

“Seth!” you yelped.

He popped the piece into his own mouth. “It’s not that bad!” he said, tail wagging. “Actually… okay, yeah, that’s gross.”

You pointed accusingly. “You knew.”

“I didn’t think you’d fall for it that fast!”

You sulked while he tried to bribe you with snacks that didn’t taste like the ocean floor.

You had a thing for sweets. Lighter had a thing for being silently dramatic. So when you opened the fancy red-wrapped box labeled Blazing Cocoa Inferno, you didn’t think twice.

Until the spice hit. And kept hitting.

Your eyes started to water. “Why is this chocolate… angry?”

Lighter, mid-adjusting his sunglasses, turned his head slowly. “…Did you eat the top-left one?”

“…Yes?”

“Sweetheart,” he said, deadpan. “That one’s ghost pepper fudge.”

You coughed, desperate. He clicked his tongue, sighed dramatically, and walked over.

“I’ll fix it,” he said like a man about to sacrifice himself for the greater good—and then, without preamble, kissed you, soft but intense, and stole the burn right off your tongue.

You stared at him, stunned, as he pulled away. “You just—?!”

“Better me than you,” he shrugged, wincing as the spice hit. “Gonna go lie down. I think my mouth is on fire.”

“Why didn’t you label them?!”

He smirked. “Because I forgot. And also, it’s kind of funny watching you panic.”

You threw a pillow at him. He didn’t even dodge.

Everything about Hugo was elegance and mischief, so you should’ve known the sleek box of “Nocturne Truffles” would be suspicious. Still, you couldn’t resist his expectant smile as you bit into the first piece.

It tasted like—lavender? And… soap? Were those… floral spices?

Your expression must’ve crumpled because Hugo immediately leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Something wrong, darling?”

You shook your head, prideful. “N-Nope.”

“Oh?” he cooed, lips already brushing yours. “Then you won’t mind if I—” And he kissed you so slyly, so smoothly, you barely noticed he’d swiped the truffle right from your tongue.

He popped it into his own mouth, chewed once, and smiled. “Ah. So this is what the chef meant by ‘an experimental botanical fusion.’”

“Why would you get that?”

“I was curious. You were the test subject. Thank you for your service.”

You pouted, swatting his shoulder. “That’s diabolical.”

“I am a villain, my love.”

“Next time you eat first.”

He winked. “Next time we feed each other. You know, to be fair.”