I'd love to hear any Seteth related smutty headcannons you might have, if you're bored and open to it :3 ((apologies if you've already done this, but I didn't see it and I'm Seteth-trash, soooo...))
I Apologize for the delay @glowingbadger but here it finally is! (I’m so sorry it too so long and its only mediocre I tried to make it long to make up for it, and I hope its smutty enough)
Smutty Seteth Headcannons
- Seteth, as a man of experience, takes more to get excited. He’ll be in the mood, but to actually get him hard he takes a hot minute. Loves foreplay more than the actual act itself sometimes.
- Definitely does not have a daddy kink. Reminds him too much of when Flayn was a baby and immediately ruins his mood.
- Lindhart and Ferdinand both are ‘descendants’ of Cichol, in a fashion, so I often imagine that while Flayn was asleep and his wife was dead he went on a sex frenzy and sired the ancestors of some of the Adrestian nobility.
- He really likes touching. Touching, rubbing, that’s his kink. He loves running his hands up the legs of his partner, slowly and deliberately avoiding their most intimate regions until they are practically quivering. A simple accidental rub up against his hip or hand brings a shiver down his spine.
- As a writer, I feel he also enjoys erotica on occasion. Even going so far to write it himself if he’s in the mood. In those writings, he often depicts St. Cichol more animalistic then tender.
- He would never admit it but he often masturbates to the idea of using and abusing his partner. His favorites involve thrusting so far down their throat that he can see the outline of himself and holding himself there until they gag so hard its impossible to stay inside any longer.
- He may not have a breeding kink, but he sure does love to decorate every part of his lover with his semen. Their insides, stomach, ass, thighs, and face entirely covered in his cum. Looking at them in a state such as that makes his mouth salivate and member throb, almost ready to go for another round.
- Though he may not make a lot of noises during sex, he likes to make his partner make as much noise as he can. Whether it be long drawn out moans of relaxing pleasure or sharp staccato grunts of pleasured pain. He relishes in it all.
- When he’s feeling extremely horny, as well as selfish, he’ll use a plug to keep his cum inside of his lover. Wanting them to feel his essence inside of them for most of the day, to remind them of his warm touches and the stroke of his cock so that they’re more then ready when they get another moment later in the day.
- He doesn’t leave bruises, but he likes it when his partner does on him. Though he’ll deny it and act irritated about the hickeys left behind, he loves them and enjoys hiding them in plain sight for others to wonder and ponder about, or ignore entirely. As many people believe him to be celibate, he certainly is not.
- His favorite position is to mount his lover from behind. It makes him feel primal, and a bit more in touch with his Nabatean side. He also loves watching the flesh of his partners ass cheeks move with his thrusts, and the rubbing sensation on his cock and the deeper angle it allows him.
- If his partner is on their monthly, he especially likes to indulge in sex. Something about the extra sensitivity they have and the sloppy wet sex really takes his libido to new heights. Despite the consistency, he’ll also indulge in oral because he enjoys the coppery tang mixed with the pungent taste of their combined fluids.
- Seteth loves have his back scratched. He loves the deep red and crescent shaped welts left behind after a more tender encounter. He takes them as small trophies, of proof he’s done a job well done.
- He doesn’t care either way if he’s referred to as Seteth during sex, or if he trusts his partner enough to allow them to know his true name. Neither names stir his heart and his genitals like the petname “Love”. He knows how cliché it is, but he just can’t help it. Nothing makes him feel more treasured and that is what he truly wants from a partner.
Hope you liked it! Thank you for asking and again, I’m sorry about the wait :)
Okay hear me out. Seteth in a dragon heat. He’s a bit more dragon during this. But he he tries to deal with it in his own but is kinda is failing until his partner finds him and wants to help him out.
Ooh ho ho, I see the monster fucker side of the Seteth Venn Diagram is out and about today~
((The Seteth Venn Diagram, by the way, is one circle "Monster fucker" and one circle "priest kink"))
cw: Heat, mating, implied breeding kink
In Heat!Seteth x AFAB Reader
NSFW 18+
You never know what to expect when Byleth approaches you, given their perpetually neutral expression. But it certainly isn't this.
You'd been about to visit Seteth at what should be the end of his work day; you find that sometimes he needs help prying himself from his desk even long after official work hours. And yet, when you reach his door and glance into his meticulously kept office, he's nowhere to be found. That's when the Professor's familiar voice reaches you from down the hall, calling your name as they approach at a brisk walk.
"Just who I was hoping to see," they say, and you can already tell from the unusual trepidation in their tone that something is amiss.
"Oh, can I do something for you, Professor?" you say with a curious frown.
"Yes- er, well, it's... a bit odd," they sigh and run a hand through their hair. You try to wait patiently for them to find the words, but your heart picks up and you can't help a tinge of anxiety.
"I only have so much information myself, but Seteth seems to be... unwell."
You step forward immediately, your concern painted plainly across your face. Heart pounding, you prompt,
"Is he alright? Where is he? Has he seen a healer? Seteth never gets sick, you know that-"
"Please, Y/N," they say firmly, planting hands on your shoulders to steady you and seize your focus. You breathe deeply, but look at them beseechingly for reassurance. They scowl and sigh once more, "In truth, I'm only working from a hunch and a bit of information I... stumbled into. Just- go see him, okay? He should be in his quarters. He doesn't need a healer- he needs you."
Barely managing to suppress your growing concern, you head quickly to Seteth's quarters on the third floor. Had he missed an entire day of work? Nothing short of a plague could cause him to do such a thing, ordinarily. And what could he be battling right now that a healer could not at least soothe to some extent? With these thoughts and more whirling through your mind, you reach his door and knock firmly.
"Seteth?" you call, and you try the handle of the door only to find it locked, "Seteth, are you in there? I heard you're not well-"
"You should not be here."
His voice is lower and harsher than usual, rasping slightly as you hear him just on the other side of the door.
"Can I come in? Please, I'm starting to get really worried about you- I want to help in any way I can."
"This is none of your concern." he insists with growing agitation.
"I won't leave until I can at least see you." you say firmly.
A silent pause follows. Then, an agitated sigh, and he opens the door between you. He looks positively haggard. Stress and lack of sleep are heavy in his eyes, his hair is rustled out of place. But perhaps more notably, he's barely dressed, in only the white breeches he wears under his robes. His face and chest are flushed a ruddy pink, and his posture is tense, every muscle of his body seemingly ready to flee or strike as he looms over you in the doorway.
"Seteth, you-"
He growls your name in a bizarre, fevered tone you've never heard from him before. His hand grips the door frame as though holding himself up- or perhaps holding himself in place.
"I'm well enough, as you can see," he says in direct defiance of everything you plainly see to indicate otherwise, "Leave me. I- I can't bear to have you near me right now."
His breathing is somewhat labored, you notice, and his usually clear and focused eyes are tinted with something heady, dangerous. Not to mention that he's never spoken this way to you before. You step towards him despite his words and raise a hand to his forehead. Even in the split second of contact before he seizes you by the wrist, you can tell he's unusually warm. He speaks your name once more, this time sounding like both a plea and a warning.
And then you begin pick up the scent of his room- a masculine, earthy scent that you've noticed about him before, but is now wrapping around your senses and pulling your focus. You notice that his bed is in a state of disarray, sheets piled and wrinkled in every direction. And you take another look at him- a more thorough scan of his body before you. When your eyes land at the front of his breeches, your eyebrows raise, and the truth of his situation begins to take form in your mind. Your jaw tightens as you meet his eyes,
"Seteth..." you say cautiously, "Are you- that is, do Nabateans... go into heat?"
He swallows hard, the front of his throat bobbing, and says,
"Something... akin to that."
You wrest your arm from his grip and take his hand in yours instead.
"Let me help you."
"You don't know what you're offering." he replies, moving to turn from you. But you tug him back by his hand and stand on your toes, pressing your lips to his, and his body immediately responds. Seteth inhales sharply through his nose and holds your face in both of his hands, deepening the initially gentle kiss into something fierce and hungry. His tongue thrusts roughly into your mouth, and his hands run down your neck, along your breasts, down to your waist where he pulls you against him and into his room. One of you kicks the door closed- in your frenzy, you're not even sure who- and before you realize it, you're pinned to the hard wood.
"You can't imagine how it feels," Seteth groans against your neck between harsh bites and messy, open-mouthed kisses, "My blood is burning. Everything in my body and mind is demanding that I mate- that I claim you."
"Then- then do it," you half-moan, fingernails raking down his muscled torso. You can feel his manhood, hot and achingly hard, straining against his clothing and rutting against your body as he kisses you.
"It... won't be how it usually is," he says, and his hands grip more tightly at your hips. Even so, he can't tame his need to taste you, to mark you, even as he gives this final warning. You grit your teeth, while his bite down just below your jawline, immediately and conspicuously bruising the skin.
"That's fine," you breathe out, "do what you need to. I can take it."
Without another word, you're swept up into his arms, but not tenderly as you'd expect of him; rather, Seteth holds you firmly to his over-warm body as he brings you to his bed. He's possessive, hungry, his every touch is a signal of what's to come. The moment you're laid among the mess of sheets on your back, he's above you, pinning your wrists down hard as he kisses you with an intensity that's hard to even keep up with. But, Goddess help you, it's an incredible rush to see your stern and dignified lover like this- driven only by his desires, blind to everything but the need for relief.
Your legs part for him instinctively, and your heel nudges the back of his thigh, urging him closer to you. With a low groan, Seteth's hips fit between your thighs, and he ruts the needy length of his cock against your heat. He's panting when he parts from your lips just enough to speak,
"I... I should ready you." He says it almost regretfully. Clearly his desire to be good to you even now, to be your gentle and caring lover, is deeply at odds with the fire burning hot in his core. You realize his absolute desperation to enter you, and you give what you hope is an encouraging smile when you say,
"I am ready. Fuck me, Seteth."
True enough, you can tell you're plenty wet for him even without much direct stimulus. The rush of seeing Seteth like this has aroused you more than you'd even realized until this moment, and you find yourself more than eager to give him what he needs.
He makes good on your permission; he can't undress you fast enough for his liking, and it's this that brings to your attention what must be more of the physical effects of his heat. His nails, while not necessarily sharp, are longer and more powerful, almost claw-like as his strong hands tug at your clothing harshly enough to wear the fabric and damage a button or two. His pointed ears are flushed a dark red, and somehow seem more prominent- as are his canine teeth, as you'd noticed when he kissed you. Then, as you lay bare beneath him and he tugs your underwear down your legs, his gaze meets yours in one final deference to your consent. His pupils are elongated into reptilian slits, the green of his irises hypnotically vibrant. If he weren't so beautiful, he'd be terrifying.
The last of his own clothing joins yours on the floor beside his bed.
You glimpse down and see his member throbbing and already drooling precum, you see the veins along his shaft bulging far more prominently than usual, and the head tinted to a dark, angry red. Pupils blown wide with lust, your heart thudding against your chest, you only have a moment to register what that massive cock is going to do to you before the thick head of it is pressing between your lower lips.
His first thrust is entirely inelegant, ruled only by his need to be inside of you. You gasp as in one harsh motion, he drives into you to the base, barely giving you a moment to register the overwhelming stimulus of the contours of his member dragging against your inner walls.
"Finally-" he snarls over your panting gasps, gritting his teeth as his nails dig against the flesh of your thighs. You're still adjusting to his girth as it strains out against your tight little cunt, stretching you out around him. With his cock held tight inside of you, he quickly and roughly maneuvers your legs upwards, resting your knees on his shoulders. Leaning over you pressed down against the mattress beneath him, his hips begin to buck against you.
His pace is deep and harsh, a tinge of pain among the immense pleasure mounting within you each time his tip hits your deepest point. Seteth watches your expressions with dazed and lustful eyes. He seems only half present, his mind wrapped in bindings of obsessive need. Before long, the force of his thrusts has pushed you back a bit on the bed, which he rectifies by seizing you by the hips and pulling you back to him. You gasp and cry out his name, but your voice hardly reaches him. His cock pounds into you over and over, coating himself with your juices, thick veins grinding against your soaked pussy walls, which clench and cling around him in turn.
All the while, you're treated to a range of moans and grunts that you've never heard from Seteth before. He's abandoned all sense of propriety in the pursuit of conquest, either oblivious or apathetic to the idea that anyone might overhear. Eventually, you see him grit his teeth, feel his member swelling and throbbing deep within you. He's close, and you're not even sure how many times you've cum around him by now. Perhaps it's the frenzy of his heat consuming you both, but you find you don't have it in you to care- you only know that you need him, that you can't think of anything but this powerful cock slamming into you.
Without warning, Seteth leans further over you, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of your head. The pressure of your legs being pushed back this far only causes your lower muscles to tighten around him, and that's when you feel it. With a wild, almost feral groan, his entire body tenses, he pushes his cock as deep into you as it will fit, and then, the heat of his release. Your lips hang open, letting out panting whimpers as he fills you almost instantly. Seteth holds himself in you to the hilt as he pours wave after wave of his cum into your waiting cunt. Though your own vision is dazed and blurred, you see his eyes roll back a bit, his chest heaving with exertion.
Then, it's over- only for a moment. Your legs fall limp around his hips, and you're given just a few seconds to breathe before he begins to grind into you once more. Raw and over-sensitive, you gasp out his name, but he only continues to fuck his own release into you, the overwhelming size of him preventing even one drop from spilling. He looks you in the eyes, his own bearing a wild edge you've never seen in them before.
"I need to fill you," he says, his voice rasping in his throat, "My very blood- everything that I am demands it. I... I can't stop now..."
His cock hasn't softened in the slightest, and it's not long before he's thrusting into you as deep and hard as he had been before his release. You barely manage an encouraging moan, but it doesn't seem he has any more need for your encouragement. Seteth lowers himself to press a messy, fevered kiss to your throat, his teeth bruising and marking you as he works his way down towards your chest. His mouth surrounds one of your nipples and proceeds to ravage both as he pounds into you, suckling at them harshly, tugging and rolling them between his lips. Your thighs tremble around him, your voice hoarse when you moan aloud, and yet you know he won't be finished with you for some time. And in some blissful, maddened part of your mind, you desperately want him to ruin you.
When he reaches his next climax, his cum has overfilled you such that not even the incredible girth of his cock can keep it all inside of you now. Your aching nipples stand hard in the cool air against the heat of where his mouth had been, your chest rising and falling with your labored breath. Without a word, Seteth pulls his cock out from you for the first time. The absence of such a massive intrusion leaves you feeling empty- but you know you won't have to be without him for long. His strong hands force you over onto your stomach, then grab you by the hips and prop your ass up in front of him.
"Oohh-! Seteth..!" you do your best to hold yourself in place for him as he pushes his still-solid cock into you once more, but instead, he grabs onto your hips for leverage, rendering your efforts useless. This is how he takes you for some time afterward. With your fists clenched tight around a pillow and your ass bouncing against his body with every thrust, Seteth bucks into you over and over, filling you again before long, yet still not satisfied. Even when your entire frame trembles and you lie limp beneath him, he follows you down onto the bed, his muscled body pressing you down onto the sheets as he desperately chases relief.
Does he cum once more after this, twice perhaps? You lack the presence of mind to even tell anymore. You've long since been reduced to a gasping, whimpering mess beneath him, eyes hazy and unfocused, hair tossled out of place, and your cunt dripping with load after load of his seed. Then, at long, long last, Seteth exhales a heavy groan that you're certain must be heard throughout the third floor, and he eases his manhood out of your abused little cunt. You shiver at this last delicious bit of friction between your bodies, and the far more tender way his hand caresses the curve of your backside as he gives you one last lingering gaze.
Then, he practically collapses onto the bed beside you. You've regained your breath just enough to chuckle softly as he lies boneless at your side. You both take a moment to collect yourselves, but before long, Seteth turns toward you on his side and reaches out a shaking hand to brush back your hair.
"Thank you, my dearest love." he murmurs, wearing an earnest smile free from the weariness he carries with him so often. Even after all he's done to you today, you find that smile causes your heart to flutter and your face to warm. You take his hand in yours and move closer to him on the bed.
"So is... is that it then?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Seteth replies with a guilty sigh, "I am well sated for the time being, but... this 'heat' can last several days. And because mine has not occurred for so long, I anticipate that this time, it may be longer still."
Perhaps he was expecting apprehension or even frustration, but instead, you grin, biting a bit at your lower lip.
"Well, it seems I have my work cut out for me then."
Seteth gives a shy laugh and kisses your forehead gently. Then, he yawns, though he attempts and fails to stifle it. You smile warmly and say,
"We should clean up before you fall asleep on me."
The following morning is the first time you've ever woken up before Seteth. He looks positively serene, more like a Saint than you've ever seen him. At first, you're content to lay by his side and enjoy the peaceful tenor of his breathing. Though, eventually, you glimpse downward out of curiosity. Sure enough, his member stirs slightly, gradually swelling with need. Your eyebrows quirk upward and you give a playful half-smirk. Seteth had hoped to be back to work today- but he had implied that he may need your help to remain calm and focused.
You carefully ease up onto his lap and straddle his hips. Then, your fingers weave into thick green hair, and you kiss him until he begins to wake. He's clearly surprised and a bit perplexed on first waking, but he soon relaxes and smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in turn.
"It has been centuries since I last slept so well," he says softly, "And now, to wake to such lavish treatment..."
You smile and place a very sweet, innocent kiss to his lips.
"You said you'd hoped to work today," without warning, you shift your body against him, grinding your warmth along his stiffening member, "So I figured I'd take care of you first thing."
Seteth moans and his hands grab hold of your thighs, his head tilting back on his pillow as you tug down the front of his pants and begin to align the tip of his cock with your entrance.
"Goddess, Y/N," he murmurs into the quiet of his room, "you truly are my salvation."
Seteth being possessive / jealous of the people getting too close to the reader? I imagine he would be considering how overprotective he already is of Flayn. (Yes, I got inspired by that Dimitri ask lol)
Seteth break? Seteth break.
God, my favoritism is so obvious.
Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader - possessive/jealous HCs
NSFW 18+ v
- It's no surprise that Seteth is protective of you- that's only in his nature. He's lost nearly everyone and everything dear to him, so keeping you close and safe is something he absolutely needs to feel even somewhat in control of his life. In addition, he feels so overwhelmingly blessed that by some beautiful miracle you want to be with him that he can be near obsessive about making you happy and comfortable.
- When it's just about him being protective, or even a bit possessive, he's quite fun to tease. Sometimes, when he's been spending far too much time on work and staying holed up in his office through late nights, you tease that you're so lonely, you may just have to find someone else to join for tea. Even his stoic demeanor can't stand up to this kind of ribbing- he'll pull you down onto his lap, his hands firm on your hips, and nuzzle your neck, "Please, my love. I only have a little more to get done- I'll attend to you then, I promise."
And he does make good on his word- sex with Seteth is incredible when he's been kept from you for a long while, he'll fuck you nice and deep and steady until he's satisfied you several times over, perhaps as repentance for neglecting you.
- If someone dares to get TOO friendly with you though, he's like a dragon guarding his treasure. There's a subtle difference between his "disciplinarian" voice and his "battlefield" voice, but it becomes incredibly obvious that he's using the latter when he grabs the offending person by the wrist and stares them down with unmistakable murderous intent. Very few people are brave and foolish enough to try anything funny with you twice.
- As for outright jealousy, it doesn't happen often. He does like to be reassured of your affections for him (he has some lingering hang-ups about how you ought to be with someone young and dashing and exciting), but he's lived long enough that he doesn't have many insecurities, in the usual sense. Though that doesn't mean that he wouldn't experience a sudden surge of anxiety in the time when you've been together for just a little while and things are gradually becoming more serious between you two.
- The fact that he's still capable of feeling jealous, like some hot-blooded adolescent, wakes him to the true depth and intensity of his feelings for you. Suddenly, every pair of eyes that lands on you looks covetous, and every fleeting physical contact with another brings that painful sting to his chest. He'll become unusually withdrawn, completely unsure of what to do to resolve this, and deeply ashamed of feeling this way to begin with.
- He doesn't initiate physical intimacy for some time, and it's clear to you that something's on his mind. At first, he only assures you that everything is alright, that you have no need to worry. That is, until you coax him onto his bed and straddle his hips, and it becomes all-too clear that he is extremely tightly wound (more so than usual). His movements are stiff, and he acts like he's restraining himself, even as your hands run down his chest and you kiss him sweetly, then say, "Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you, love?"
- Seteth more or less crumbles at this. He needs you now more than he can bear to withhold, and before long, you've discarded one another's clothing, and your touch runs down his powerfully muscled torso, your eyes devouring the sight of him flushed and eager for you. But when you murmur to him that he looks gorgeous, that you want him desperately, it does something indescribable to him. You feel his cock absolutely rock hard against you, and his hips subconsciously buck him up towards you. He's never this openly needy.
- You ease onto his length slowly, giving your body time to stretch around him. You have a theory about what's going on with him, so to test it, you sigh out, "Your huge cock feels so good inside of me, Seteth..." Immediately, his hands grip your thighs so tight that his nails dig against your skin, and your theory is confirmed. Through gritted teeth, he manages, "Again... Y/N, I beg you, say it again..."
- So you resolve to spend the rest of that night absolutely pampering and worshipping your lover. He's hesitant, of course- he always prefers to be as generous with you as he can, but you insist that you want him to know that you're his and only his, that you adore him completely. Again and again, you gush about how his is the biggest cock you've ever had, how he reaches so deep inside of you, how no other could ever satisfy you like he does. You tell him how good he is to you, and how you're deeply in love with him and no one else, and as childish as he feels for being so profoundly soothed and relieved by this, it is effective.
- By the time you're both fully satisfied, lying together on his bed in a peaceful afterglow, he kisses your forehead and apologizes for his petty behavior. With a smile, you assure him that it's only natural to get a bit jealous sometimes, and that you're happy to reassure him and prove your dedication to him whenever he needs it.
Let's talk "Fertility Saint Cichol" for a bit, shall we?
No one requested this, I just wanted to let my mind wander on its own for once lol.
Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader
cw: cock worship, deep throating, me being a shameless size queen
NSFW 18+
* and spoilers I guess idk
You've only been in Seteth's quarters a handful of times before, and always with him present. Today, however, it seems work has kept him late, and so you meander around his room, trying to occupy yourself without being overly intrusive as you wait to meet him for tea. Truthfully, there isn't much to see. A tasteful four poster bed with curtains drawn, several bookshelves, a work desk- as if he needs more opportunities to work, you think with a bemused smirk.
So, to keep busy, you choose a light bit of reading at random from an uncharacteristically unruly pile on the floor beside Seteth's desk. It appears to be an anthology of some rather fantastical tales centering the saints. As you skim through, you can't help a grin. Evidently, Cethleann was 9 feet tall and her hair was a literal flowing waterfall, while Indech once gave birth to a pegasus (the pegasus later rejoined his physical form somehow- it's rather vague about this point- which is why we've never seen physical evidence of it, so this text claims).
And then you reach a collection of poems dedicated to Saint Cichol. Your eyes scan the page, narrowing as they proceed. With each line, your face warms to a darker shade of red. It's... shockingly salacious. A fertility God? Goddess blessed manhood of awe-inspiring proportion? Virility that fills barren riverbeds?!
You're so consumed by the collage of erotic imagery conjured into your mind that you barely hear the door open behind you.
"My apologies for the delay. I hope you haven't been waiting terribly long."
"Oh- not at all!" you say, turning to face Seteth as he enters. The stress of the work day is smoothed over by the warmth of his smile on seeing you. But he must notice something strange about your expression, as his brows furrow in curiosity. Then, he notices the book in your hands.
"Goddess help me- of all of the books you could have-" he quickly strides towards you and seizes it from you, tossing it back to its pile, "Please assure me that you didn't take any of that- that filth to heart." he says, his face twisted in exasperation as he runs a hand through thick green hair.
"Seteth, relax," you say with a gentle smile, "I figured it was all a bit..."
"Baseless conjecture is what it is- and heretical, at that," he says with disgust, crossing his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, "Clearly I ought to have been more prompt in disposing of these particular texts."
You sympathize with his frustration, to be certain. Still. Your eyes can't help wandering up and down his frame before you and... you wonder.
"So... there's no truth to anything in there?" You step towards him and silently urge him to open his arms to you. He sighs and leans back against his desk with his hands gently at your waist.
"Nonsense, all of it- particularly that part about 'barren riverbeds' or some such." Despite his mood, his face flushes red at the reference to such claims on his own potent virility. You're not even fully conscious of the smirk spreading across your face, but you lean against him and run your hands slowly up his firm chest. Seteth has been rather demure about intimacy thus far. As of yet, you've hardly even seen beneath the starched collar of his robes. Perhaps this is the time to learn a little more about him.
"That book claims that you're the patron of fertility." you prod further. His chest rises as he inhales slowly, and you swear you can feel his heart pounding beneath your touch.
"Yes, well- it was a... fringe belief several centuries past. I am- Saint Cichol is the only noted figure in the church known to have produced a child," you hum with interest, and by now, your body rests against his, and your hands have traveled down his torso. Seteth rambles on, glancing to the side and attempting the same tone he would use with a student, "the elemental association with the earth was also a factor, so I- I was... often prayed to for blessings of..."
One gentle hand reaches below his belt, and you gaze up at him for any sign of resistance or hesitation. He doesn't stop you, and doesn't look like he wants to. Your touch travels beneath his outer robes, between his thighs, where you immediately feel the heat of his manhood beginning to resist the confines of his clothing. You palm the impressive bulge, noting that even half-soft, he carries more than most men do at their full size. Seteth's posture stiffens, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at you. With an odd rasp in his throat, he whispers your name. Then, he pulls you close and kisses you with an intensity you'd always suspected he had in him somewhere.
As his lips press to yours, massaging yours slow and firm, your tongue grazes his, tentatively at first. He responds enthusiastically, tilting his head to kiss you more deeply and running his tongue sensually against yours. You moan into his mouth, the friction between your bodies absolutely intoxicating, and your hand begins to stroke his manhood more firmly from atop the barrier of his clothing. His length hardens to your touch, growing in your hand as though to plead for more. Parting from his lips just enough to speak, you murmur,
"How long has it been since someone properly worshipped you, 'Saint Cichol?'"
Seteth's voice catches in his throat as he repeats,
"Worshipped...?"
Before he can question you further, you carefully lower onto your knees before him. Your touch is slow and indulgent as you enjoy the feeling of his now-massive cock straining against his pants. Looking up to meet his eyes, you see him thoroughly transfixed by the sight of you prostrate beneath him, and your lips curl into a wolfish grin. Both of his hands come to grip the edge of the desk behind him as you part his robes and tug down the hem of his trousers.
The sight of that tower of flesh springing free to loom over you immediately sends urgent arousal flooding through your burning body, and you fail to hold in an excited whimper. Your pupils grow wide as you size him up with unabashed hunger in your gaze, and you can't even bring yourself to notice how tightly your fists are clenched around the front of his clothes.
"Goddess, Seteth-!" you gasp out, bringing a hand to wrap around his cock at the base, "You're so big...!"
He clears his throat, shyly turning his face away, as though he could possibly hide his conspicuous blush and flustered expression.
"I, er... thank you, I suppose..." he says softly.
"I can't even get my hand all the way around it..." you go on with evident awe in your voice. Slowly, savoring each impossibly thick inch, you slide your hand up the length of his shaft and down once more. Seteth inhales deeply. He must be rather sensitive; in fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't been with someone intimately in some time.
"Are you... are you certain that you want this?" he asks, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours directly. You almost laugh.
"Seteth," you say as though scolding him, "I'd want to pleasure you regardless, but now that I know you have such an incredible cock, I can't think of anything I want more." He bites his bottom lip, his knuckles white as his fists clamp hard on the desk. Your smirk becomes only wider and more devious. Despite himself, he's clearly enjoying your praise.
"I can certainly see how this gorgeous cock would inspire... devotion, of a kind," you say, your hand traveling his length once more, this time merely to appreciate its shape and size. He groans softly, still fighting desperately to hold his voice in. With a feather-light touch, you run a single finger along the underside of his shaft, tracing a prominent, bulging vein. "I've never seen another that's even come close to yours, Seteth," you say, jerking your hand slightly at its base, "it almost seems a shame to keep it all to myself. Surely there are plenty who would like the chance to worship and adore their beloved Fertility God."
If your blaspheming bothers him any, he can't bring himself to reprimand you for it. Instead, he murmurs,
"I've no desire for any but you."
In reply, you press a chaste but lingering kiss to the crown of his cock. Seteth utters a shaky sigh of pleasure, and his length twitches subtly in reply. You raise your eyes to look up at your Saint.
"Can I taste it?"
"You may." he says softly. His stern brow is deeply creased with intense focus as you begin to work your lips around the head of his cock. It strikes you immediately how even wrapping your mouth around him only highlights how thoroughly this massive pillar puts any other to shame.
Seteth breathes out your name in a low, heated voice you've never heard from him before as you suck at his tip. Your lips seal around the ridge of his crown and you circle and flick him with your tongue, lapping at him all over until you feel his member throb for you. Each twitch and flex of his length is more powerful and more potent than the last, driving you to keep servicing him, to seek out those wonderful affirmations of pleasure.
By the time you dare to try taking him further into your mouth, your body leans against his legs, your hands clinging to his muscular thighs for leverage. Though, perhaps you've become over-eager; as you push yourself onto him, his cock burrows deeper and deeper, hitting your throat and then continuing to fill it. You struggle to open up for him as much as possible, grimacing as you fight your gag reflex. You're just barely past half of his full length, and he's pressing out against your throat enough to create a visible bulge. Seteth's body arches and his head tilts back as he groans your name. Then, you're forced to release him and come up for air.
Panting softly, you mutter,
"Damnit, I can't even reach the base."
"You... should not force yourself..." Seteth manages between strained breaths. As he steadies himself against the desk, you switch your focus for the time being. You begin at the root of his cock and drag your tongue up along the underside, following that same lovely vein you discovered earlier. With open adoration in your eyes, you go on to service him thoroughly with your tongue, licking and kissing every powerful, masculine inch of his rod. Then, when he's well and completely covered in your saliva, you grip the base and lead the tip to your mouth once more.
Dedicating yourself once more to your worship, you suck on his cock eagerly while steadily stroking what amount of it you can't reach in your hand. Your saliva slickens his shaft so that your hand can pump him steadily as your lips and tongue adore his tip in tandem. Seteth gasps aloud, his head leaning back once more to moan out his pleasure into the quiet of his quarters. Just once, you feel his hips buck toward you just a little- but he grits his teeth and holds himself in place, evidently worried for your comfort even now.
You increase your pace, wrapping your mouth tight and warm and wet around his enormous member, ever encouraged by Seteth's beautiful moans. Your tongue presses along the bottom of his shaft, causing him to rub firmly along the top of your mouth with every pass, and by now, you've even surprised yourself with your near obsessive desire to please him. Perhaps there was something to this "Fertility God" angle after all.
"If you... if you don't stop, I-!" Seteth bucks against you once more, and once more he fights to keep himself still, "I won't... be able to hold back...!"
Needing a way to assuage his doubts without pulling away from your sacred duties, you redouble your efforts instead. You take his thick cock into your throat until it hurts, threatening to make you choke each time you force yourself onto him, but you hold fast. The full length swells and throbs from tip to base, and Seteth is crying out your name like a plea. The strength of his grip actually causes the desk supporting him to creak, but you can't be bothered to care- you need him to cum for you, you're desperate for it.
Then, finally, with a tortured groan and a few choice words you didn't realize Seteth had in his vocabulary, his body trembles and his orgasm takes hold of him. Thick, hot cum pours into your throat, and you immediately swallow the first couple of shots, but it's not long before you're completely overwhelmed. Perhaps you should have eased up, rather than continuing to stroke and milk him with your free hand, but the dizzying thrill of his climax seems to be affecting you as well. When you simply can't take any more of him in your mouth, you pull away and allow him to spill the rest across your chest.
You look up at him from your worshipful position beneath him. You imagine you make for a sinful sight, subservient to his cock and now a mess of saliva and cum. And there is a moment- a brief, fleeting moment- when you can see something fiery and animalistic in Seteth's gaze as he regains himself enough to check on you. Yet he quickly suppresses it, and says,
"I- I apologize, I allowed myself to get carried away, and-"
"Seteth, please," you say with a laugh as you shakily rise to your feet, "it's just a bit of cleanup. A small price to pay for the chance to finally pleasure you."
He smiles sheepishly in return, helping to steady you, then placing a light kiss to your lips.
"I hadn't realized that you were so eager for the opportunity," he says, stroking a lock of your hair back into place, "If you will allow, I'd be honored to clean you up a bit and then return the favor."
"That sounds positively divine." you reply, and you're swiftly lifted into Seteth's arms and carried towards his private bath. Your knees still ache from the hardwood floor, but you hardly consider it for a moment. You're already looking forward to the next opportunity to show your devotion to your Saint.
A student! reader (over 18 obviously) who has an awkward crush on Seteth who may reciprocate? This ask is like on the verge of the DONT section in your rules so feel free to ignore if it is too uncomfy xD
I actually got a couple asks in the wake of that post I made about teasing Seteth in the Academy uniform, so I'm glad you guys are vibing with me on that lol~
That said, I will say that a literal teacher/student thing is ehhhhh for me, BUT I think I have a way to make this work for all of us :3
Jeez, the number of times I've written Seteth fucking someone on his desk-
CW: former student, degradation, spanking, me being a Seteth simp
Seteth (FE3H) x FEM Reader - Garreg Mach Uniform
NSFW 18+
Sometimes it seems that your austere lover is even more busy in the post-war scramble for stabilization than he had been during wartime. Seteth had already been known for an almost worryingly dedicated work-ethic when you'd met him during your time as a student at the Officers Academy. Now, many years and sociopolitical shifts and one nervous love-confession later, it only seemed that more rested on on his shoulders than ever.
Perhaps that's why, when you discover your old uniform while cleaning up your quarters one day, an irresistible idea forms in your mind.
Seteth's eyes drift, then refocus. He blinks away the exhaustion threatening to break him from his duties, then sighs as he runs a hand through emerald hair. The Chapel bells had signified the end of administrative hours some time ago, but he can't allow himself to become lax. There's still much to be done. It's days like this that make him think with a wry smile that his brothers would scoff at the way he's chosen to live his life, having traded fangs for bureaucracy.
His office door is propped open as usual, but he hears a knock that shakes him from his thoughts.
"Come in-" he glances up at you, and his brows furrow deeply. You can't help a playful smile at the sight of Seteth's face already tinted pink. With as much innocence as you can affect, you step into his office to show off your attire. Your old uniform still fits- more or less -but you've made some careful adjustments. The jacket and white blouse underneath are only buttoned as high as would be strictly necessary to be seen in public, exposing a daring view of your chest. Thigh-high stockings hug your legs, then lead up to perhaps the most scandalous aspect of this ensemble. You've rolled up the hem of your skirt until it flutters about your hips so short that when you're not careful, a glimpse of your backside is clearly visible. This latter point, Seteth clearly notices as you twirl for him, saying,
"Look what I found, love," He's already on his feet approaching you, and you smile up at him as sweetly as you can, "sure brings back memories, doesn't it?"
Without a word, Seteth tugs you away from the office door and shuts it firmly behind you.
"Did you parade yourself all the way here from your quarters looking like this?!" he demands, and you hear the click of the door locking behind you.
"Well I don't see how else I could have gotten here, so..." you reply flippantly.
"Goddess above," he says with an exasperated sigh. His thumb and forefinger worry at the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards his desk, "To think that anyone could have seen you-!"
You roll your eyes with a grin and follow him. You take his hands in yours, drawing them away from him and opening up his closed posture.
"Come on, I just thought you might like it," you say as you draw closer to him. Seteth sighs again and looks you up and down.
"Whether or not I like it is immaterial, my love."
"But you do like it," you prod him further, your grin widening.
He opens his mouth, then closes it again. His lips tighten for a moment, then he manages to say,
"It is... flattering."
Releasing his hands, your own travel up the front of his torso, enjoying the dips and swells of his muscled body beneath those conservative robes. You feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, and you say,
"Have I ever told you that I had a hell of a crush on you even back in my student days?"
Seteth speaks your name with a hint of a warning his his voice. You press your body to his as your touch travels up the strong contour of his neck to tease along the line of his beard.
"It's true. I've always wanted you, Seteth," you go on, "Every single time you scolded or lectured me, part of me was... incredibly turned on. Sometimes, it was simply too much to bear," you curl a lock of his hair around your fingertips. You can see his ironclad will beginning to fracture. "Sometimes, I'd return to my room and pleasure myself, all while dreaming of you disciplining me."
Then, his lips are on yours, his kiss so hard and impassioned that for a moment, you're breathless. Your smug posturing falters immediately. He drags your bottom lip between his teeth as one hand wraps around you while the other grabs onto the plump swell of your ass beneath the flimsy coverage of your skirt. Seteth pulls you firmly against his strong body, and you can feel his cock throbbing against you. Then, as suddenly as he'd initiated it, he breaks your kiss- but before you can speak, his hand holds at your chin and forces you to meet his fierce gaze.
"So, you came here in this shameful attire with the express purpose of provoking me," his voice is a husky whisper, the mere sound of it nearly enough to make your knees buckle, "Very well then- you will have your scolding."
He manhandles you into position, rougher and more forceful with you than he's ever been. Before long, you're bent over his desk beneath him, and he stares down at you with a heat that paradoxically makes you shiver. Then, he raises a hand, and brings down his palm across your ass. You whimper and arch up from the hardwood, but he only says coldly,
"Straighten your legs."
You do your best to obey, holding your backside upright for him as though presenting him with your body. Despite your efforts, his hand descends once more, the wonderful sting of his strike warming your skin.
"Spread them wider." he commands, and once again you obey without question. You hear the familiar rustle of his belt and outer robes coming undone, and you glance back over your shoulder.
"Eyes forward, Miss Y/N." he says, his tone now balancing on a dangerous edge. You whine in protest, but follow his instructions and merely await your punishment. He gives a low hum and says, "I see you are capable of some measure of discipline, at least."
You feel the stiff head of his cock pushing between your folds, but before you can prepare yourself in the slightest, Seteth drives into your waiting cunt. Immediately, your eyes roll back and you gasp out his name. He holds you by your hips, pulling you back against him until your ass presses flush against his pelvis. He's nestled deep inside of you, his powerful manhood stretching you to your limit- and for the moment, he simply remains as such. The tip of his cock is nudging hard against your womb, sending blended pain and pleasure radiating through your nerves. It's all you can do to keep yourself positioned properly for him.
"To think that you would flaunt your body about the Monastery in such attire," Seteth snarls behind you, his cock throbbing against your inner walls, "You're every bit as hopeless as you were as a student." Once again, he spanks you, and you have to imagine by now that his abuse has begun to mark your tender skin.
You're already panting aloud for him when finally, his hips begin to move. His pace is immediately firm and punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of you, stimulating your every aching sweet spot and sending a painful jolt up your spine with each thrust. Your lips hang parted as you gasp for breath, your eyes dazed and unfocused in your bliss. A sudden rush seizes your body, and you feel your pussy clench around the massive intrusion of Seteth's cock.
"Cumming already?" he says with clear derision in his voice, though he never eases his pace as his bucks into you, "Perhaps you were even aroused by showing yourself in public in this shameful state."
"Nuh- no...!" you whimper softly, "It was... it's only for you-!"
Smack! His palm strikes your bouncing flesh once more. You're still riding the wave of your climax- or perhaps you're cumming a second time already. It's impossible to tell.
"Yet you were already soaked by the time I bent you over," Seteth goes on as he pounds into you, "One can't help but think that perhaps my troublesome student quite enjoys behaving like a wanton whore."
You can't manage to reply anymore. Your head is spinning and your body aches. Seteth's full length drives into you to its base again and again, and you can't even begin to say how many times you've cum before he begins to falter. His hips snap towards you haltingly, his body shudders, and his balls feel large and heavy as they slap against you with each thrust. It seems even his immense self-control can't stand up to this lewd punishment session for much longer. As your hands uselessly try to find purchase on the surface of his desk, Seteth leans over you, his hands now on your waist, pinning you down beneath him. His member throbs from base to tip, and with an animalistic groan, he says,
"I expect you... to take full responsibility-!"
With this, you feel the heat of his release pouring out at your core. His length twitches with every shot of cum that he spills into you, and his hands grip you so tight you can feel his nails digging along your skin. Seteth moans out your name, and you're distantly grateful that no one else stays in the offices as late as he does- you've both certainly made enough noise to have caused a scene by now.
At long, long last, his member pulses with the final throes of his orgasm. Seteth's grip on you loosens, and his office is quiet save for soft panting as you both struggle to collect yourselves. He pulls his length from you in one motion, and already, you can feel his thick seed dripping along your lower lips.
"You will head to my chambers," Seteth says, then clears his throat as he struggles to regain his usual composed dignity, "And if you don't want anyone to see this dripping out of you, you'll go quickly."
"Whose fault is that, I wonder," you manage to mumble, slowly pushing yourself up from the desk. Seteth actually laughs at this. Even now, his laugh is a rare treat that makes your heart skip like nothing else.
"I am tempted to say yours, given your intentional provocation," he says, bending over to place a soft kiss to your lips, "but I acknowledge that my own weakened restraint is partially to blame. To that end," he adds, his smile once more gentle and fond, "I am feeling rather rejuvenated. I'll be done with my work before long, and I do hope to see you in my quarters then."
Seteth degrading the reader and maybe showing his dom dragon side?
Dom Seteth is my favorite Seteth 🥺❤️
Dom!Seteth (FE3H) x AFAB Reader
CW: Degradation, over-stimulation, my crippling Seteth addiction
(this is another one of those things that ended up as like half fic half headcanons idk I always get carried away with Seteth egspgoeiwjg)
NSFW 18+
- you'd had your fun during the day with your ever-stern lover. As you both went about dull paperwork and over-long meetings, you had taken every opportunity to let your touch linger at the small of his back, down his arm, and even once across his backside. You'd whispered absolute filth into his ear, ensuring that your breath would tease its pointed contour, then watched his complexion turn a lovely pink. Of course you knew that Seteth planned to punish you when you entered his quarters that night, but you may not have been prepared for the full extent of said punishment.
- He's still milling through supply orders and relief funding at the desk in his bedroom (sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just put his bed in his office). He gives you a curt nod when you approach, but then you climb onto his lap and his stoney gaze levels on you.
"You made for quite a distraction today, Y/N. I do hope you realize your behavior was patently unacceptable." You nuzzle against his chest, straddling his thigh as you say with all the innocence you can muster, "I need you, Seteth- you've been so busy lately, we haven't had time..." He sighs, and his eyes scan your body, then return to his work. "Use my leg if you must, but don't be a nuisance. It's thanks to your antics that I wasn't able to finish all of this earlier."
- Seteth pointedly ignores your soft little whimpers at his neck as you grind yourself against his thigh. Between layers of clothing, there's no way this could come close to true satisfaction- but your need to touch him, to have him any way you can, drives you to wantonly rub yourself against him. He only once glances away from his work to mutter, "Look at you, rutting against me like an animal in heat. Absurd." with evident scorn in his voice. His tone only arouses you more, flooding your lower body with anxious warmth. Eventually, you're too tense, too desperate for him. Your hands paw at his sturdy chest, and you whine out, "Seteth, pleeease~" to which he only replies, "Behave," as he strikes your ass with his palm once.
- It feels like an eternity before Seteth finally sets down his work for the evening- and part of you suspects that he intentionally took his time, letting you stew in your unfulfilled need as you uselessly fucked yourself against his leg. He gives another bemused sigh and turns your face towards him with a hand. "Now, what to do about you." he muses, and your eyes light up immediately.
- He gives you firm and blunt instructions, reprimanding you each time you hesitate or talk back. Soon enough, you're on your back on his bed, having been made to undress for him piece by piece as he stood stoically and observed. He, in turn, only removes his outer robes, remaining in his white undershirt and breeches. Then, he uses the cloth belt from said robes to bind your wrists together above your head, and your heart pounds in anticipation.
- His hand slides between your thighs, which you willingly part for him, and two fingers immediately set to work around your clit. You gasp out his name and your hips pitch up towards him- and at first, you expect him to scold you, but he doesn't. Instead, he focuses down, circling and stroking your tender little clit, rapidly building you towards climax. You wonder if he intends to edge you as punishment, but it seems this isn't his plan either. Your breath catches, the tension winds wonderfully at your core, then you moan aloud for him as his fingers push you to release. Through you're haze of pleasure, you're frankly surprised. You wouldn't have thought he'd be so charitable, given the circumstances.
- Then, a jolt runs up your spine. His fingertips flick across your over-sensitive clit, and you gasp, your thighs reflexively twitching inward. Seteth only abandons your gushing cunt long enough to force your legs back open, but he returns to punish you soon enough. From then, you're subjected to unbearable pleasure. You whimper and plead with him, but he refuses to let up. Soon enough, your own juices coat his hand and your inner thighs, to say nothing of the sheets. And still, he's merciless. You cum again. Two fingers plunge into you without a moment's rest, and his thumb is at your clit now. Tears bead the corners of your eyes, but he only watches you coldly as he says, "If you insist upon behaving yourself like a common whore, then you will be treated like one as well. Do I make myself clear?"
- It's not long before you're reduced to an incoherent mess beneath him, half-lidded eyes gazing absently up at him as he cleans your fluids from his hand with your discarded clothing.
"Now then," he begins as he rids himself of the remainder of his own clothes, "How many times have you cum?"
You mumble something near nonsensical- a blind plea for time to rest. Seteth kneels above you and roughly turns you over onto your stomach.
"Answer me, Y/N," he says, his voice rising dangerously, "How many times have I made you cum like the desperate, pathetic creature that you are?"
You search your memory and quickly respond,
"Fuh- five?"
"Correct." he says simply. You feel his strong hands spreading your ass cheeks from behind, and you stammer out,
"Please... please, Seteth, I- I can't take anymore-"
"You can, and you will," He commands, and next, his bulging cockhead is pushing into you, and the tears are back in your eyes as you gasp and pant, willing yourself to bear the stimulation. "This is what you wanted, isn't it Y/N?" he growls into your ear.
- His hands hold onto your hips painfully tight. Ordinarily, he eases his length into you, taking care to allow you to adjust to his considerable size. Tonight, he pushes into you to the base in one thrust, and your body simply has to stretch to accommodate him. He releases your hips suddenly to instead prop himself up with his hands on either side of you, and he begins to buck into you. He's mounted you like a beast, and now he's fucking you like you exist to take his cock. You see his fists clench the sheets beside you- this isn't an act, you realize, he's finally lost himself in this role, and you couldn't be happier with the results.
- Seteth pounds into you, the bedframe shakes beneath you, and it's all you can do to brace yourself against the headboard with your wrists still bound to keep yourself in place for him. He bites at the back of your shoulder muscle hard, marking you instantly, and you merely gasp out and accept his harsh, impassioned treatment. He throbs powerfully inside of you, and you utter a truly pitiable whine.
- You have no way of knowing how long this lasts- you're a mindless mess beneath him- but at long, long last, Seteth bares his teeth and groans, pinning you down against the mattress. He pours his cum into you in waves, his length twitching against your raw and over-spent inner walls. And at last, the bedroom is quiet save for your helpless, soft little whimpers, and his heavy breath behind you.
- "Well," he huffs as he pulls out of you in one motion, then falls onto the bed beside you, "I do hope you've learned a valuable lesson today."
Mad respect for the Seteth content. I wasn't expecting him since the students get all the publicity and y'know, the students are fine but no longer being a student myself, yeah I like the guy who works 9-5 and has lived a few years in the real world.
Please, tell us more about office sex with Seteth, or if he might be convinced to make use of other (in)convenient places...
OH I remember I made a shitposty comic a long while back about exactly this looool
But yeah, like, the more time goes on, the more strongly I feel that MATURITY and EXPERIENCE are SEXY. Like, I'm sorry, y'all keep your angsty teens who have never touched a boob- I'm tryna get railed by a single dad who can find the clit and has a lot of work stress to vent.
I'M JUST SAYING SETETH IS ONE OF LIKE THREE PLAYABLE CHARACTERS WHO HAS CANONICALLY FUCKED
Anyway, let's talk about fuckin in fun places~
Seteth x GN Reader - office sex (and more! :D)
NSFW 18+
- I've mentioned before that Seteth has a very strict "no physical affection during work hours" policy, so it's extremely rare to convince him to engage in anything salacious while he considers himself obligated to his duties. That said- he does have a habit of working long past official administrative hours, and sometimes, tempting him is just about the only way to get him to put down his paperwork for the evening. Sliding onto his lap and playfully nibbling at the point of his ear is a sure-fire way to get his heart pounding and completely break his focus.
- Seteth is generally quite tender in bed by default- it's in his nature to be nurturing and protective of you. But if you've convinced him to fuck somewhere outside of the bedroom, it's either because you've tempted him beyond his sense of reason, or he's got some work stress to get out of his system (by fucking you senseless, naturally). So when it comes to taking you bent over his desk or lifted up against the wall of his office, he'll stuff you full of his cock and pound into you mercilessly until your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open.
- You'll frequently get a bit of a lecture for your wanton behavior. He knows you're quite aware of the effect you have on him when you flaunt your body and tease him with brief touches and double-entendres. Of course, it's hard not to enjoy the lecture when it takes the form of telling you how shamelessly you've been behaving while he pushes his cock so deep you feel a jolt of pain in your gut. If you can take it, he'll pin you face-down onto his desk until he's certain you'll obey and stay in place, then he'll bring down his palm to spank you over and over as your ass bounces against his thrusts.
- He's not much one for the old blowjob-under-the-desk, given that he's a private person by nature, and the idea of anyone but you having any opportunity to encounter his sexual proclivities is absolutely mortifying. Exhibitionism and risky locations aren't really his style in general. That said, he also knows the schedule of everyone working at the monastery in any capacity by heart, so finding opportunities to be alone in any given place isn't as difficult as you might think.
- Other than his office, you may manage to seduce him in the Library once or twice. Given his dedication to ensuring that no inappropriate material be allowed within the students' reach, he spends many a late night pouring over books donated to the Monastery- WHICH, I might add, does more or less imply that Seteth has canonically read more smut than anyone in Fodlan. And it may be one of these more scandalous texts that leads you to comment to him, "Oh, that... actually sounds pretty interesting, wouldn't you say, love?" with a devilish smirk on your face. While he tries to skirt around the issue at first, it's not long before he pulls you to him and tugs away your clothing to thrust his cock between the soft flesh of your thighs, one hand touching you firmly, driving you to cum as fast as possible while the other hand slides his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.
- Okay, listen. This is probably too far out of character for me to justify. But imagine. Kneeling between Seteth's legs in a confessional and struggling not to gag around his massive cock while his hand in your hair pushes you down onto him. Just. The conflicting guilt and arousal of defiling a sacred place! The need to cum quickly to minimize risk, but the longing to savor your lips and tongue around him! The thrill of knowing that you adore him enough to want to pleasure him anywhere and any time! The confined space of the confessional and the struggle to stay quiet when your throat constricts around his tip and every fiber of his being is screaming at him to grab you and fuck you breathless! Ugh, it's too good not to at least fantasize about. One wonders if there's any way to convince him to try it.
