#seth looper smut

[pictureinme]

kinktober day xxiii. PANTIES – seth (looper)

word count: ~800 tags: PERVERT ALERT!, panty stealing, male masturbation, subby seth, illegal use of tk abilities masterlist | ao3

Seth watches your sleeping form from his spot on the fire escape, the night giving him enough cover to not alert anyone of his presence. He knew this was fucked up, and if you woke up, it would ruin whatever chance he had at a relationship with you– but he could not care less right now. Seeing that peek of your cotton panties earlier when you bent down to help him fix his bike… Seth almost snapped right there.

He swore to himself that he’d settle for just thinking of that moment again and again– but he knew he had to get his hands on them sooner or later. Seth, utilizing his TK abilities, smoothly unlocked the latch on the other side of your window, and stepped in quietly– he’d brag to Joe later about how it can be used for a lot more than just making quarters hover. He was already half-hard at this entire situation, despite that logical part of his brain trying to convince him how depraved this all was.

The soles of his dress shoes made no sound on the carpet of your apartment floor, lucky him. This wasn’t the first time he’s been in your apartment, he knew you kept your laundry basket in the bathroom. Seth slowly makes his way to the ajar door, the tile making it slightly harder to keep quiet. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his eyes fall upon the hamper– eyes immediately finding that elusive piece of fabric.

It wasn’t anything special or erotic– that wasn’t the point. It was something you wore in your day-to-day, and for reasons Seth doesn’t understand, that turns him on more than anything else. His shaky fingers grasp the cotton, the feeling of it wasn’t anything special either. He swears it still feels warm from your body heat, but logically, he knows that can’t be true. It had been hours since you had fallen asleep– Seth made sure of that.

Peeking his head out from the bathroom, he makes sure you haven’t stirred in your slumber before he quietly unzips his jeans. He smirks to himself as he pulls out his now fully hard length, he obviously had no more qualms about the panties if he was gonna do this in your own apartment while you were fast asleep. Seth wraps the fabric around himself, and he lets out a shaky breath at the touch. Shutting his eyes, thoughts of you bending over flood his mind– he barely has time to control his whimpers. He elects to clamp his other hand over his mouth as he starts pumping slowly, continuing to imagine your curves.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispers into his palm, eyebrows furrowed as his wrist flicks just right, “So fucking tight, yeah…”

Seth’s head lolls back as he starts fucking into his hand, he can feel how his precum is beginning to dampen the delicate fabric. He pictures you against the bathroom counter, hands braced as he fucks into you just like this– maybe with your panties still on, just tucked to the side. God, how he’d love to make you fuck yourself back on him, watching your desperate expressions in the mirror– as if he wouldn’t be the one falling apart.

The sudden and jarring thought of you knowing how desperate he was has him stuttering in his rhythm. Would you degrade him, or praise him for being so pathetic? Either way, Seth had to bite down on the flesh of his hand to shut himself up. Would you call him a pervert if you saw him like this, fucking into your dirty panties and panting like a dog? It catches him off-guard just how much the idea of that gets him going.

“Please, fuck,” Seth mumbles, looking at himself in the mirror– hair a sweaty mess and mouth agape behind his hand. “Wanna come, please, (Y/N)...”

He thinks of your perfect voice in his ears, calling him pathetic for all of this– would you even let him orgasm? In this moment, he prays you would. Seth’s hand meets his erratic thrusts rapidly until he’s spilling into his hand– and more importantly, your panties. It’s both a blessing and a curse that every drop landed in the fabric and not on the cold tile below.

As if on auto-pilot, Seth stuffs the now even dirtier panties into his pocket, zips himself up, and barely even glances at your still-sleeping form before heading onto the fire escape again. He silently locks the window behind him and hops off the rickety ladder. There’s only one thought on Seth’s mind, and that is: how the fuck is he going to look at you tomorrow?

[candied-heartss]

Okay so I've been thinking about this for a while and I just can't seem to write it myself so I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klitz and the Reader have been dating for a while like she went to Yale with him and stuff. And they have like super passionate sex like all the time, so at a party that you guys to he introduces you too a couple of his friends and they all start hitting on you and he gets like super pissed so he pulls you to the side like into a bathroom or something and he makes sure that everyone knows your his by giving you a bunch of hickies and marks and stuff. And then you accidentally call him daddy (yk cuz hes being so protective or something) it startles him but also turns him on more. 💀💀 sorry it's a lot but I really like this idea.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

(ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ!ᵏˡⁱᵗᶻ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲!), 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿???

You didn't even know how you ended up in a situation such as this. Never in a million years did you think that you'd currently be getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend in front of a mirror while in the cramped bathroom of someone's house at a party, but yet, here you were.

"Open wide, baby." you heard the nearly sinful words being whispered into your ear. Klitz's long fingers pressed themselves against your lips, parting them so that he could easily slip inside the warm, wetness of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and nearly making you gag from the pressure, the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts never changing.

You whimpered, but to little effect, on account that your mouth was full of his fingers, the tips nearly hitting the back of your throat while his cock hit nearly every right spot inside of you, due to the angle he had bent you at. You looked up at the mirror again and knew for certain that your makeup was ruined.

"Fuck... Your pussy feels like it was made for me..." he groaned, pushing his fingers into your mouth a tiny bit deeper than before, making you choke at the feeling, your eyes nearly rolling back into their sockets and your head hanging slightly lower.

Klitz noticed this and snickered softly to himself before reaching up and threading the hand the other hand that was placed possessively at your hip into your hair, tugging at it and pulling your head back up so you could face the mirror and look at both yours and his reflections at the same time, the sight sending a spark of arousal through your veins.

"Aw, baby," he teased, "look at you, so pretty, so messy... God, I love looking at you." you moaned at his words, finding the way that he was talking to you both patronizing and also incredibly arousing.

You wanted to speak, to say something back in return, but your mind was so muddled from it all, the only coherent thought that came to your brain was of how deep his cock felt inside of you, that you let out mindless babbles and gibberish.

"Oh sweetie, I haven't even been going that hard and your brain's getting all dumb on me," he shook his head and chuckled, "and here I was, thinking my girlfriend was a smart girl, but all it takes is a bit of my cock, and you're already turning into a mindless cumdump. Is that what you want to be known as? Just a stupid little slut who goes around drinking too much and flirting with other guys?"

"I... Uh, I- fuck... Please..." you whimpered, trying to get ahold of your words, but they just wouldn't come out the way that you wanted to. Klitz sighed and chuckled again as he picked up the pace again, nearly making you cry.

"You... You... You what, baby? C'mon, spit it out. I know you can, yeah?" he taunted you again, reaching down and rubbing at your puffy, little clit with his thick fingers, the feeling enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Y-you're right... 'm so dumb, Klitzy... Being so stupid..." you told him, the words already replaying on a loop through your mind like a broken record.

"And, what else are you, huh? C'mon..." Klitz encouraged you, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with a bit more pressure applied to it, now.

"I'm a mindless cumdump... All for you..." you still could barely think, on account of being so inebriated by his cock. He smiled, kissing the top of your head, "That's right, baby. You're such a good girl, baby. I'm proud of you for admitting it..."

Something about the mix of his words, the marks he left on your neck, and his fingers on your clit made the knot in your stomach get tighter as your walls clenched harder around his cock, making him groan.

"Fuck... You're so close, I can feel it. You wanna come for me, baby?" he whispered, kissing your cheek as you like at the both of you in the mirror. You nodded, tears now practically streaming down your cheeks, "Please..."

"Hmm... I dunno, how about you beg for it, pretty girl?" he requested, now having stopped both his thrusts and his movements on your clit altogether, making you sob.

"Please, please... I need it, I need you so bad... Please, Daddy, please..." you cried, your hips bucking desperately into his hand. You hadn't even realized what you said, having said all of this in the heat of the moment, but Klitz realized, and he also realized that he really, really liked hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"Say it, again."

"Daddy, please... I wanna come so badly..." you begged again, making him more satisfied and letting his thrusts resume. You nearly screamed until you went hoarse at the feeling, your legs shaking so much, you thought that you'd fall over.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave or like a car collision, your orgasm crashed through you all at once, making your eyes roll back as you trembled in his grasp and moaned loud enough for the whole party downstairs to potentially hear the two of you. Klitz then almost immediately followed after you, groaning loudly as he came, too, his cum now dripping down your thighs as he released inside of you.

After a moment of the two of you just standing there, panting as you both came down from your respective highs, he pulled out of you, putting himself back into his jeans before pulling your panties back up, so that the stickiness of his cum stayed against your cunt.

"My pretty baby..." he whispered in your ear as he kissed you all over your face.

[abrcmswrld]

My Request Info!

The Basics…

What I Will Write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Character x GN!reader OR Character x Fem!reader

Your average fic content

What I won’t write:

Incest

Bestiality

Underage Content/Ships

Scat/urine play

Character x Character

Character x Male!reader

See Notes Below*

Paul Dano Characters…

* aged up only

Edward Nashton (The Batman), Jay (Okja), Burt Fabelman (The Fabelmans), Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks), Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys & Aliens), Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood), Dwayne Hoover* (Little Miss Sunshine), Timothy Klitz (The Girl Next Door), Joby Taylor (For Ellen), Seth (Looper), Brian (Fast Food Nation), Brian Weathersby (Gigantic), Pierre Bezukhov (War and Peace)

Lewis Pullman Characters…

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range), Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick), Miles Miller (Bad Times at the El Royale)

Josh Hutcherson Characters...

Mike Schmidt (Five Nights at Freddy's), Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Notes…

While my request are currently open, that is subject to change at a later date.

I cannot guarantee a time frame in which requests will be fulfilled as I work a full-time job, but I will work to get them done at a decent pace.

Any request sent in is up to my discretion, if I am not comfortable with a request I reserve the right to choose not to fulfill it.*

[babybluebex]

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 | 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | it’s never a good idea to fall in love with a john, but there’s something about seth that keeps you coming back. anyway, it’s not love if it’s just fucking, right? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | seth pryce (looper, 2012) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut— fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, light bondage, sex work/implied sex work, mentions of drug use, admissions of love, reader is stubborn and seth is too whipped for his own good 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | yes, i gave seth a last name, it was bothering me that he didn’t have one, thanks @earlgreydream for helping me come up with it hehe, also this isn't like FULL smut, it's a little bit of smut with a lot of angsty fluff so be prepared for that

He was right where you always found him, just like every night. You had lost count of the amount of times that you had found Seth backstage after a performance, hoping to see you for a second before you had to go work the floor, but you always gave him at least a kiss on the cheek as you passed by him, usually too rushed to allow for anything else. He was, after all, your favorite and most loyal customer. 

You could remember the night you met Seth clearly. It was after a performance, your skin still sparkling with sweat and glitter, and you had literally run into him, knocking your shoulder into him. By the state of his dress, a chic grey suit with smudged eyeliner, you assumed he had a good reason for being backstage, but it turned out his reason was fucking dumb. He explained it to you that night as you sat on his thigh: his friend Joe was dating another performer Suzie (you knew her well, and you laughed at the use of his word ‘dating’; “Dancers don’t date, honey,” you had said, and Seth had rolled his eyes and continued with his story) and, in Joe’s pursuit to find Suzie, he had left Seth in the dust. “And then,” Seth had said, his hands smoothing down your sides to your hips. “You.” 

La Belle Aurore wasn’t the prettiest club in Kansas City, but it was special to you. You had been working there for years, ever since they could possibly legally hire you, although Belle wasn’t known for often doing things the legal way. Nights dragged on, gat men buying your time and body for their enjoyment, but sometimes you’d get the occasional group of loopers who were typically up to no good, drops in their eyes and their fresh silver ready to blow. Loopers were easy; most times, they were idiots who saw a pair of tits and nothing past that, and you could get away with charging just a little extra for a dance. Your first night with Seth, he proudly told you he was a looper, and you had laughed. “Right,” you said. “Because I’m supposed to be comforted by the presence of someone who kills for cash.” Seth took your ribbing in stride, and it became a habit of yours: he would buy a dance, and you would insult him for a moment before indulging him in his dance. 

There was something about Seth that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. He was a handsome guy, tall and thin at the risk of being lanky, long ginger hair that he always had pulled back away from his eyes. His eyes, a muddy green, always lined with smudged grey liner, were showstoppers for you, and you had told him once that you only ever gave him dances to look at his pretty face. He wasn’t just handsome, though; it was the way he acted that you loved. Around the other loopers, he was crass, cursing every other word and smacking your ass and boasting about his skills as a “stone-cold killer”, but his asshole nature was only bettered by the way he truly was. 

Only you saw the true Seth. During your time together, you had managed to fall into a routine of him taking you home with him and fucking, then falling asleep at his place and leaving for yours in the mid-morning. Those little talks right after sex, Seth laying next to you and smoking a cigarette, his hair fanned beautifully on the pillow, were what you looked forward to every night. Under the layer of asshole-ness, Seth Pryce was a kind man, loving and deep. He fretted about you, he pondered the morality of the job that he had chosen for himself, and he always, always apologized for the things he had done in front of the other loopers. “I don’t know why I feel like I need to put up a front,” he confessed one night. “It’s easier to act like I don’t really care than to… Y’know, admit that I do care. I’m trying to work on that.” 

Seth was exactly where you usually found him, in a far corner backstage, where the stage manager wouldn’t find him, and you grabbed his hand and smiled as you dragged him into a kiss. His hands went to your waist and dragged you into his body, his mouth open as he kissed you back. You couldn’t help the little satisfied moan you gave, and Seth chuckled. “Hi, baby,” he whispered lowly, his hands greedily skimming from your waist down to your ass. “God, you look pretty today.” 

“Thanks,” you told him. You took the lapel of his jacket and tugged him down to you, letting your red-painted lips touch his ear, and you whispered, “I haven’t been bought out tonight, if you want a dance.” 

“Really?” Seth asked. His eyes glittered at you as he took in the sight of your face, and you pulled him back into a hungry kiss. Your body was still thrumming from the energy of the stage, and Seth kissed back once more before pulling away, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “Gat men usually snatch you up.”

“Not tonight,” you said. “C’mon, one dance. For old time’s sake.” 

“Right, ‘old times’,” Seth chuckled. “You give me a lap dance and hang me out to dry, yeah. Y’know, I never did like that.” 

“Bullshit,” you told him. “You loved it.”

“Bullshit?” Seth echoed. “You think I like being blue-balled more than actually getting to fuck you? In the privacy of my own home, too. You think I liked that shit more?” 

“You loved it,” you said, playfully narrowing your eyes. “Fine. I’ll see if I can kick off early tonight.” 

“Well, wait a second,” Seth began, a mischievous smile on his lips. “I never said I didn’t want a dance.” 

You rolled your eyes, and you tugged him back into a kiss. “You better not cum in your pants this time,” you said into his mouth, and Seth sighed as you giggled. 

“Fuck you, babe,” Seth said. “That was one time.” 

“One time you’ll never live down,” you replied. “C’mon, let’s go home and I’ll give you the dance there.” 

You saw the reaction that your words had on Seth, his eyes sparking and a smile growing.  Home. You didn’t know why you had said that instead of “your place”, like you usually would. You had a home— your own apartment, on the other side of the city from Seth’s place. True, you did spend many nights at Seth’s place, more than your own, but you weren’t sure why your tongue had slipped. Seth’s place was comforting, but it wasn’t home.  It made it sound too peaceful for you, too idyllic, like you were describing your boyfriend’s place. Seth was not your boyfriend. You did not love him. 

It was like you had told him, dancers don’t date. You had scoffed at the idea of Joe and Suzie and at yourself and Seth; monogamy wasn’t possible with this job. Even if Seth wanted that, even if he didn’t care about all of that, you couldn’t grant it to him. He was just a john, a man who looked lonely that you had offered a fix to. And sure, maybe you had all the hallmarks of love on the brain when you thought about him or when you were with him, but admitting that you had fallen in love with him opened up too many complications. 

In short, even though you knew you were in love with Seth, there was no way you could admit it. 

You somehow managed to convince your boss that you were sick, and you escaped with Seth out front. Riding on the back of his bike was a thrill for you, and Seth had told you that he loved the way your legs and arms wrapped around him. You mashed your cheek into his back as he drove, the roar of the slat bike almost deafening, and you couldn’t help but smile. Seth himself was such a thrill, and you couldn’t help the way that your heart danced at the simple sight of him. The night air was cold as you raced through the streets and, once you reached Seth’s place, he helped you off of his bike and kissed you. 

You stumbled into his place, and Seth instantly pressed you against the wall and kissed you. He was always so nasty with it, kissing you long and hard, his hands wandering everywhere, and he was quick to grab you by the backs of your thighs and lift you onto his hips. The place was dark, but he expertly carried you to the bed, never letting his mouth leave yours. He laid you down gently, his hands smoothing down your legs to secure the around his waist, and he broke the kiss to whisper, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered quickly, and he smiled. The silver moonlight coming through the big window by his bed cast him in a beautiful light, and you quickly freed his hair from its restraints. You carded your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face, and you added, “How’re you so handsome?” 

“I just am,” Seth told you, and you smiled as he dove back in for another kiss. His mouth was hot on yours, his body vibrating against you, and your hands went to push off his jacket. You needed to feel his skin on yours as soon as possible, and he seemed to need the same, what with the speed that he undressed you. Before he could strip you of your underwear, though, you stopped him. 

“I promised you a dance, didn’t I?” you told him. “Sit down, honey, I’ll make it good for you.” 

“Fuck that,” Seth panted, grabbing at your tits. His mouth found its way to your neck, and he held you close and sucked at your skin for a moment. He was greedy, but you loved it. You would let him take whatever he wanted from you, no questions asked. “I need to get inside you as soon as I can.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the haste in which Seth finished undressing you, and, as he snapped your bra strap with his teeth, mumbled out, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“You’re just so desperate,” you chuckled. “It’s really cute.” 

“I’ll show you cute,” Seth said, and he nudged your legs open wider to fit himself between your thighs. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers, pressing right against your burning cunt, and you gasped. Every time, the feel of his cock shocked you. 

“Seth,” you whimpered, and his big hands went to his belt. “Baby, no teasing.”

“Who’s desperate and cute now?” he mumbled under his breath with a cheeky flick of his eyebrows, and he unbuckled his belt. “Gimme your hands.”

Dutifully, you extended your hands to Seth, and he quickly took them and pulled your hands above your head, close to the slatted headboard. He made quick work of securing your hands to the headboard, the leather of the belt cutting blissfully into your wrists, and he shoved two fingers between the leather and your hand, testing the tightness. “Is that alright, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly. 

“Good,” Seth replied, and he kissed you again, this time a little calmer and sweeter. “Open your legs, baby. Show me where you want me.” 

You couldn’t help but part your thighs, just the way he asked, and he kissed down your naked body, taking special care to suck at your tits as he passed by. You instinctively tried to reach down, to grab him by his hair and tug, but the belt did its job, keeping your hands up and out of the picture. Seth smiled like a devil at the sound of the metal buckle hitting his headboard slats, and you whined and wriggled underneath him. “Seth?” 

“I’m here, baby,” Seth told you. “Just watching you…  I think I’ll use my fingers first, d’ya like that idea?” The teasing bastard took two of his fingers, long and thin like the rest of him, and let them glide up your puffy lips, collecting the wetness that you had made for him in such a short time. There was something about him that turned you on like nothing else and, while you rationally knew that it was because you were in love with him, your irrational, I-won’t-say-I’m-in-love brain chalked it up to him being ridiculously attractive.

His other hand gently touched your hip as he pushed his middle finger into you first, and you groaned at the sudden intrusion. “Yeah?” Seth whispered, and you nodded before you let your head fall back. “Oh, good girl. Taking me so nicely. Have you been fucked yet today?” 

You hated the answer to the question, and you sighed heavier than you meant to. “Yeah,” you mumbled, and you expected Seth to cringe and fall away. Typically, men didn’t like to know that their for-hire toy wasn’t exclusive to them, especially recently, but Seth seemed to like it. “What, are you thinking of some other guy fucking me?”

“I am,” Seth nodded, curling his finger inside you. Your leg twitched as he barely caught that spongy nerve inside you, and you jutted your hips down, hoping to get more of him. “But that’s not a bad thing, baby. I actually like thinking about it.”

“Really?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. “Why?” 

“Well,” Seth started. His finger started to pick up speed inside you, fucking you as he spoke, and the feeling of his index finger lightly stroking your lips made it so you could hardly focus on Seth’s words. “I really like knowing that, out of all the poor bastards you could have chosen, you chose me. Makes me feel special, y’know? That, and I love knowing that I can and do fuck you better than they do.” 

“Chose you?” you repeated. “What do you mean?”

Seth wrinkled his eyebrows, and he pulled his fingers from you. “Alright,” he sighed. “I guess we’ll talk about this now.” 

“No, what?” you asked. “Talk about what?” 

Seth was quiet as he reached up and undid your hands, and he tugged you close, settling you in his lap, straddling his waist. He still wore his trousers, the button and zip yawning open to show the little thin happy trail that led to the hair peeking out of his pants. “I know it scares you to say it,” Seth whispered, pushing your hair out of your face. “It scares me too. Not because of what you do or anything, I just… I don’t let people in. I try not to, anyway. It’s easier… Remember what we talked about? It was a while ago, but I said that I needed to work on letting people in. And this is the first step… I love you. I love you, and… You chose me. You chose me to love you, a-and you chose to love me back.” 

“Seth,” you whispered. Your legs were shaking with anxiety, and Seth’s warm hand flat against your back did little to help calm you down. “I don’t—”

“You say that, though,” Seth interrupted you. “I know; you don’t love me, right? But everything you do totally contradicts that.”

“Like what?” you asked. 

“Like…” Seth started, shrugging heavily. “I don’t know. Little things, you making me dinner after we fuck, staying with me all night, letting me have the last cigarette. Shit like that, y’know?”

“It’s called being nice,” you said uneasily. 

“It’s called being in love,” Seth countered quickly. “Whatever, all I’m trying to say is that you chose me to fuck on the regular as opposed to, like, Joe or Kid Blue or someone, and I appreciate it, and I love you.” 

You sighed. “I just can’t say it,” you mumbled. You lightly played with the ends of Seth’s ginger hair as you thought about your next words, and you said, “Because if I say it, then it’s real. And it can’t be real, I-I don’t… I’m not made for love, Seth. I’m just not.” 

“Everyone’s made for love,” Seth told you. His grip became less tight, less of trying to keep you from escaping and more tender and reverent, and he added, “Everyone is made to be loved. Even you.” 

“But I can’t be loved,” you protested. “I-I’m, men pay to fuck me, that’s not—”

“You’re not worth any less,” Seth replied. His hands came up to cup your face, and he landed a soft kiss to your mouth. “Look at me, I’m a killer. Men pay me to kill people. And I’m not any less worthy of love or affection or anything, right?” You sniffled as the hot prick of tears hit your eyes, and you shook your head. 

“You’re amazing, Seth,” you sniffled. “You’re the most lovable person I know.” 

“And you are the most lovable person I know,” Seth said gently. “You don’t have to say that you love me, you really don’t, because I know you do.”

“But I can’t love you—”

“But you can,” Seth said quickly. “What’s stopping you?”

Your mouth felt dry, and you were sure that he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. “I just can’t say it out loud,” you told him. “I can show you all day long, but saying it means that we love each other and tell each other, and I’m pretty sure that means we’re dating.”

“Are we not?” Seth asked, his face scrunching in confusion. 

“I told you months ago,” you said. “Dancers don’t date.” 

“Shit,” Seth mumbled. “I told Joe that we were.”

“Why would you—!” you started, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Seth!”

“I thought we were!” Seth said quickly, and he smiled. “Listen. If you don’t feel like you can say it yet, that’s okay. For whatever reason’s stopping you, it's okay. But you do deserve to know how I feel, and I feel like I love you. Alright? Is that a good compromise?” 

“No,” you insisted. “I want to tell you because I do, but I feel like saying it makes it… Real. And I can’t do real. Not right now.”

“Then, don’t,” Seth said. “Don’t say it.”

“I want to,” you told him. “The fact I wanna tell you means something, right?” 

Seth nodded, and he smiled gently. “It does,” he said. 

“I won’t say it,” you told him. “I know you want me to, but I won’t… At least, I won’t say it.”

“What do you mean?” Seth asked. 

You grabbed his hand off of your back and threaded your fingers together, and you squeezed his hand hard three times. I love you. Squeeze squeeze squeeze. “But nothing changes,” you said quickly. “Alright? We go back to what we’ve been doing, picking me up at the club and bringing me home and all that, there’s no change in routine or anything.” 

“You did it again,” Seth said. “Called my place home.” 

You shrugged. “Your place feels like home,” you told him. “You feel like home.”

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bloody Mary:

Revenge and Overthrowing The Mafia for one Seth Jones

Chapter 1

Looper but from a couple of different perspectives, this crime thriller follows Marian Drysdale and Seth Jones as they work to dismantle the mafia system from the future. Marian just wants to live the rest of her life without worrying about herself or her loved ones, and Seth is enticed by the potential power that could come from getting rid of the guys in charge.

A/N: I know that Seth canonically doesn’t have a last name, but let’s just go with it. This fic is partially inspired by Birds of Prey (hence the title) and will be loosely based on Looper. It’s basically an AU so... enjoy!

warnings: implied smut, threats.

Neon lights danced enticingly on the walls. They cast hypnotic shadows on the floor and grazed over the crowd of partying people. A man watched in fear as he tried to worm his way through the crowd, eyeing a woman as she practically glided across the floor to get to him. In her hands was a shotgun, on her back was a sledgehammer, tied around her waist was a holster with knives and handguns. All these things were given to her by his company.

Marian Drysdale. M, to some, and to her enemies and employers… Bloody Mary.

She was taken into the Looper program nearly five years ago, and she hadn’t disappointed. She was a special case, someone with connections and someone who liked to chase down her targets rather than shoot someone who was tied up. It took time to convince them to let her do such a thing, of course, the mob wasn’t fond of letting people slip through their grasp, but when she performed well, she was put in the field.

2

“Eat shit, Maroni! You’re on my fucking list!” The man’s convertible car whizzed by her, the man flicking her off while smiling. She wasn’t worried about how she spoke to men like that, mostly because she knew she wouldn’t get in trouble, and if they tried to retaliate… she had her ways of stopping that.

She turned around, glaring at the man behind her.

“You too, Plainview, now get the fuck outta here before I knock you on your ass.” She spat, shoving her finger in the sniveling man’s face. He skirted along the wall, trying his best to get away from the aggressive woman, despite how much shorter she was compared to him.

“Marian!” She turned around, and the man she was harassing ran off in the other direction, huffing about how he couldn’t believe his friend left him. Marian could, she knew Maroni was a piece of shit who wasn’t worth anything. Coming down the sidewalk was a taller man with shoulder length brown hair. He wore a jean jacket over a button down shirt, which was a contrast to his usually more expensive wardrobe. Marian couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, hey Seth.” She sighed. His eyes were focused on the fleeing man in the background, but he knew she’d explain sooner or later. Her hands were in her pockets now as her whole demeanor changed.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“Just felt like stopping by.” He answered, and she couldn’t help but fight the smile that was threatening to break. She tilted her head slightly in playful curiosity.

“That’s it?” She asked, knowing that he wasn’t just there to say hi. He smiled and looked down as he let out an airy laugh.

“I figured you’d wanna see my new bike.” There it was. She nodded enthusiastically, practically grabbing his hand in excitement.

Marian and Seth were a close duo. Their relationship could be attributed to the both of them being active field agents for the mob, but if they hadn’t bonded on that first mission, they wouldn’t be quite as close. As they strolled down the street, her holding onto his arm and resting her head on his shoulder, anyone would assume they were in a loving relationship.

Yet, they were, to date, not.

Seth was more of a free spirit (his words, not hers). He would go where he wanted and do what he wanted… until Joe was around. Marian had never seen someone change so quickly, and she noticed this change almost immediately. He wasn’t the same man she knew from their first mission, or from when they were just hanging out. He was interested in living fast and picking up whatever girl that was around. He leaned on Joe like he leaned on her, and despite what she might have felt for Seth, she knew that she was no different from his other friends. Marian didn’t believe in love, but she suspected that if it were real, it would be how she felt when she was alone with Seth.

Marian, on the other hand, was a nonchalant trust fund baby with family in the mafia she worked for. She acted like she didn’t have a care in the world, because why would she? She has every safety net she needs in life. Of course, Seth often played off of that part of her personality. He knew of the other sides of her, the more vulnerable ones, but she wasn’t one to show those often, not even to him. She wasn’t one to let her guard down - she could thank her parents for that - and even though she cared about Seth, she wouldn’t let him know that.

They approached the hovering vehicle and he could practically feel the excitement radiating off of her. She all but skipped toward the bike, taking long glances at it to get a good idea of what he bought. She noticed something off and she had to bring it up.

“How much did this cost?” She asked, which only made him laugh.

“A lot.” He answered as honestly as he could. She shook her head and stood up, brushing off her legs in the process.

“The start-up component’s a little off from the looks of it.”

“What does that mean?” He asked, his voice bordering on nervous. She looked him in the eye, and he felt weak all of a sudden. He liked to act cool and callous, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be reminded of why he really hung out with her. Neither of them would admit it, but they loved each other on a deeper level than either of them understood.

In two weeks time, this would become clear to Marian.

“It probably broke a while ago and some idiot tried to fix it and did a shitty job.” She explained, and he slowly nodded.

“So it’s broken?” She shook her head again.

“Not yet, but I’d take it easy with this thing for now. It could break down at any second.” She explained while crossing her arms. He nodded again and ran a hand across his mouth.

“Well, looks like I’m not going anywhere on this for a while.” He stated dryly. She looked around at the streets which were crowded with all sorts of people, and she knew some of them wouldn’t bat an eye at taking apart Seth’s bike for a few extra bucks. Hell, she was sure that’s how the start-up component got messed up in the first place.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice here, big guy. There’s some shady shit on this part of town and you brought it all this way already, might as well go a couple of extra blocks to get to my place.” She offered, which seemed to brighten his demeanor a bit. She fought the urge to playfully role her eyes, but she knew one way or another they were going to end up doing what he was thinking. It happened every other time he came over, so what’s the difference this time?

“You got a garage over there?” He asked as he climbed onto the bike.

“Seth, I think we both know that my place has more than just a garage.” She suggested, getting behind him on the obviously broken down bike and wrapping her arms around him. She wondered for a moment who swindled him and got him to buy what was obviously not a new bike. She gave it a year (if he took good care of it and kept people away) tops.

It took a few tries to get the bike moving, but when it started up she felt the familiar thrill she loved.

3

“Fuck…” She groaned as he rolled off of her and to the place beside her. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that this happened, and a little part of her was happy it did. As she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, she couldn’t help but think about how she wanted more than just this. He was her best friend, and that was more than what she could have asked for, but deep down she knew she loved him.

His heart was breathing loudly in her ear, and she never wanted to let go of him. He was barely awake, but he could feel her hands tracing along his chest. He could feel as her fingers intertwined with his. He held her just a little bit closer, and although it hardly made a difference, they both noticed. He liked the way she felt when she was curled into his side like that, and her heart nearly burst at the gesture.

She wondered if this was truly what it was like to care deeply about another person. She never had the right kind of people in her life, they weren’t the kind to teach her these things about life. In fact, they did quite the opposite. Her family only taught her that people had ulterior motives and men wouldn’t stick around in your life unless they were related to you (and even then there was never a guarantee that they would). Seth was starting to prove them wrong, because despite every time he changed around other people, despite how many times he pretended not to care, he was still her best friend, and he still came back every time she was afraid he’d leave.

She wasn’t one to act like a man was the only thing in her life, she witnessed that kind of behavior first hand thanks to her mother, but she did fear that Seth would get bored one day and leave.

He was in her life, and that was more than she could ask for.

“Shit, what time is it?” He groaned, looking over at the clock on her nightstand.

“Almost five.” She answered, and he jumped up. “What’s up?” She continued as he pulled on his pants.

“I don’t have time to run home…” He muttered. She gave another confused glance as she grasped the blanket closer to her chest.

“Sorry, Mary, I gotta meet up with Joe.” He said as he searched the room for his shirt.

“If you look in the top drawer over there I have some of the clothes you left over here.” Marian told him, pointing at her dresser nonchalantly. He nodded and quickly marched over to the drawer, rummaging through it as he pulled out vaguely matching clothes, as well as a tie. He looks down at the items in his hands.

“That drawer was full-”

“You leave a lot behind…” She trailed off. He looked back at her with what she could only interpret as pity. She was upset, it wasn’t too obvious, but she was upset. She wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, but she didn’t like or get along with Joe very well.

She thought Joe was a selfish prick, one who had friends but didn’t really give a shit about them. They obviously butt heads a few times before, although she didn’t think Seth knew, and she only hoped he wouldn’t offer her to go with him. She would’ve wanted to, really, but she couldn’t stand the idea of having to be around Joe (and a different Seth at that).

“Is this good?” He asked, turning around to show the all black attire with a blue tie. His hair was a mess, and there was something off putting about the outfit. She glanced at her closet.

“You left a blazer here a couple weeks ago, too. It’s in the closet but it’s this weird silver color but if you want-”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah… sounds good.” He muttered as he pushed her clothes out of the way. He pulled out the larger coat and held it up, not bothering to look at her.

“That’s the one.” She answered, knowing he was asking her if that was what she was talking about. He took one glance at it before shrugging and pulling it off of the hanger.

“It’ll do… how do I look?” He asked turning around to face her, his arms out as if he was waiting to hug her. She pressed her lips into a thin line and grabbed a hair tie from her nightstand before getting up and making her way to his well-dressed form. She reached up, though he was so much taller than her, and brushed his hair back.

“I know you don’t like tying your hair back but,” she began as she pulled his hair into a ponytail. “Your hair looks like a rat’s nest right now and I doubt you wanna walk out like that.” She finished as she stepped away from him. He looked down at her with nothing but fondness in his eyes, yet she wouldn’t notice this.

“Thanks.” She smiled, fighting back the urge to say every thought that came to mind.

As she watched him walk out the door, she didn’t realize this would be the last time she saw Seth as he was. This would be the last time she could talk with him and enjoy his company, and it was the last time she would have the opportunity to tell him how she felt and have him respond.

She loved him, and this was only the beginning of her realizing this.

[babybluebex]

Hi!! if your 4k celebration is still going can i request strangers to lovers with seth? or maybe enemies to lovers (maybe assassin/target situation) with simon? ill let you choose whatever's comfortable!!

I SAW SETH AND HAD A PHYSICAL REACTION I LOVE SETH AND HE'S FORGOTTEN SO MUCH SKSKSK

The music pumped through your body as you walked. It almost made it easy to forgot what you were doing, but the neon lights and the bodies around you would never let you forget. The Belle Aurore was the usual meeting point for loopers after hours, and that's generally what your clientele was; guys (and girls) who though they were better than you because of the blunderbuss on their hips. Most nights, you just had to swallow your pride and take it.

But this night. This guy. You could tell he was a looper, the chic grey suit on his tall frame telling you everything you needed to know. His ginger hair was pulled away from his face. He had a sort of beauty about him that you hadn't seen in the club before, and you loved the sight of him. He was sitting next to another man, laughing and drinking, and you did what you knew best. As you passed behind the duo, you let your hand lightly touch the redhead's shoulder and, when he looked up at you, you watched his eyes widen a bit as he took you in.

"Hey," he said, his voice high and a little craggy with his drink. Everything about him was becoming more and more ethereal, and you felt warmth in your chest. He was just a customer; why did you feel this way around him?

"Hi," you said, giving him a soft smile.

The guy sitting beside him slapped his arm, and he said, "C'mon, man, it's your birthday."

You gasped, playing your part. "A birthday?" you echoed. "I love birthdays."

The ginger looked at his friend, then back at you, and he eagerly drank in the sight of you, your breasts tugging at your top, your skin glittering under the neon lights. "How much for a dance?" he asked, and you smiled. Loopers were always easy.

"It depends," you told him. "What's your name, honey?"

"Seth," he told you, and one of his hands went to your waist, gently running his finger along your garter belt. "And yours?"

You cooed softly at him, giving him a playful pout. "That's sweet, you wanna know my name," you told him. "Don't worry about that. But my price..." You stopped to think about it, and your fingers lightly started to stroke through his hair, pushing the shorter bits behind his ear. "It's your birthday, and you're a real cutie; fifty silvers."

Seth looked you up and down one more time, not trying to hide the hungry way his eyes darted around from your thighs to your tits and back to your ass, and he said, "Is there a private room we could go to?"

"That's gonna be more than fifty," you told him, and Seth shrugged.

"Doesn't matter," he said. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

[babybluebex]

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✧ indicates a blurb✧ *indicates smut*

₊˚.༄ timothy klitz (the girl next door, 2004)

✧pick me up

₊˚.༄ dwayne hoover (little miss sunshine, 2006)

college!dwayne headcanons

too late now (college!dwayne)

₊˚.༄ brian wilcox (fast food nation, 2006)

✧panic and lie

₊˚.༄ eli sunday (there will be blood, 2007)

down to the water

✧ favorite sin

₊˚.༄ simon feck (knight and day, 2010)

✧look after you

*dreams come true

₊˚.༄ percy dolarhyde (cowboys and aliens, 2011)

*bury me not

*✧penny novels

₊˚.༄ joby taylor (for ellen, 2012)

✧you deserve it

*dr feelgood

₊˚.༄ seth pryce (looper, 2012)

*✧real cutie

*earth and heaven

✧jackie

₊˚.༄ pierre bezukhov (war and peace, 2016)

*moonlight

✧diogenes

₊˚.༄ jay (okja, 2017)

✧what’s the harm in that?

✧right here

*✧dumb bunny

₊˚.༄ edward nashton (the batman, 2022)

*creep//weirdo

*like you hate me

i'll call thee hamlet (college!eddie)