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inafieldofdaisies · 4 months

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WIP Whenever (since I'm a few hours late for Wednesday) | Tagged by @simonxriley @socially-awkward-skeleton @corvosattano @direwombat @the-silver-chronicles @marivenah @shellibisshe

We're returning to John and Sabrina's AU this midweek and jumping into quite the scene with no other but Candice after John runs into her at his their hotel lobby. Miss Donovan absolutely insisted on this being from her POV, she can't be refused.

"Reginald, we will be making a stop on the way. Where are you headed, Mr. Duncan?" Candice couldn't help but smirk at the obvious discomfort the man next to her was exhibiting upon climbing in after her and putting as much distance between them as humanly possible. The fact he wasn't quick to give out an address to her driver only further confirmed he might be having seconds thoughts about accepting her offer. A little too late. This is bound to be fun. Her plan was back in motion from the moment she had spotted him in the lobby, refusing to let such a perfect opportunity pass by despite the fact she had prior engagements that demanded her attention. Keeping taps on Mooney's defense strategy had become a personal hobby, making his life in prison while he awaited the inevitable even more so. You're about to regret the day you crossed a Donovan, Nathaniel. Deeply. She doubted getting information out of someone like John Duncan and perhaps even steering him in the direction she wanted would be that much of a challenge, quite the opposite: she could already foresee each step she needed to take to a point she felt somewhat… bored. Nostalgic over a past long gone. Over the only person that used to have her heart racing and knew her better than she knew herself.

Yet she had no time to dwell on any of it, not when her current target had finally figured out that with the car speeding down the street he had no choice but to reveal the destination he was in such a rush to get to. I will be damned. "…Brentwood St.", John finished casually reciting the address, seeming completely unaware of how with a couple of words he had given her enough ammo to not only have his freshly-acquired title as Partner stripped away but have him potentially disbarred altogether. Luckily enough, she had other uses for him before things would get to the stage where he'd be contemplating a new career path. The triumph at the idea Mooney's new attorney was making far from an innocent late night visit to a person that without shadow of a doubt be on the witness list and important to the prosecution was short-lived. Curiosity swooped in its place upon realizing her own daughter was on the receiving end of whatever risqué plans John had in mind and the sole reason he was breaking a golden rule. Reginald's gaze met hers in the rearview mirror and she could tell he had come to the same conclusion about the stop they would be making, same place he'd driven her to one too many times. Her quick nod had him raising the privacy screen without uttering a word before she shifted until her body was aligned with the man next to her and she crossed her legs, not missing the way his eyes darted down to the sliver of skin her dress offered, "I heard your client got in quite the trouble at his new home, darling."

"I'm not at liberty-" "To discuss it?", she let out a laugh, "All work and no play isn't that much fun, Mr. Duncan. You eventually come to realize that." She didn't let the fact her remark was met by silence from his side discourage her- his instincts might have been screaming he was walking into a minefield, but dropping down his guard was inevitable. "Are you worried how it might look at the trial? So unfortunate of him to keep misbehaving like that while still insisting on his innocence and facing the danger of rotting in a cell for the rest of his life." Her smile was sickly-sweet as she let her expression brim with compassion for the task bestowed upon him, yet deep down all the misteps Mooney had made during his incarceration- the fork incident being one of many the prosecutors could pick from, brough her utmost joy. "I see no love has been lost here.", John retorted, attempting to sound nonchalant in hope she'd reveal her cards before he had to address his client. All she offered him was another loaded look as she swooped her hair off her shoulder and changed the subject, "How's the hotel been treating you, Mr. Duncan? Or better yet, Portland?" "I've had less eventful work trips." "Ah, way to make me curious. Is this your first time in town?" "Yes.", he paused, "Is this where you offer to show me the sights?" She quirked up an eyebrow, "Are you asking?" His blue gaze narrowed at her flirtatious tone, "Answering my question with a question. Shouldn't have expected anything else."

"Indeed, darling. And what about 310?" "Excuse me?" The confusion that met the number won another hearty laugh out of her, "Room 310 has been giving you trouble, as Julie put it. I couldn't help but overhear." "Giving me trouble? I'm afraid you misheard her, Ms. Donovan. She said 510." Her marriage to a detective and years spent in court dealing with both the guilty and innocent had taught her to read people to a point it had become an instinct. Everyone had a tell when lying, their body language always offered more than their careful answers, and she had been observing his since their first 'accidental' meeting. No matter how small his tells were, she didn't miss the way his lips pursed as he parroted back her question, how his eyes darted before focusing on hers once more- John was doing his hardest to deceive her again, convince her she had heard wrong instead of caught him in a lie. "Is that so?", she cocked her head to the side, "Shame, would have meant we're neighbors." They were in fact neighbors- one call to the front desk was all it had taken to figure out his room number and confirm the hunch she had about him avoiding her while also providing an insight into the source of the frustrated noises and curses carrying over in the middle of the night from the room next to hers.

She leaned in closer, close enough she could whisper in his ear as her hand landed on his knee, "510 sounds a lot like my 309 neighbor… keeping me up at late hours and not in the way I like it." His bated breath urged her hand to travel upward, her test put in motion while actual seduction was nowhere on her agenda for the evening, yet the fact he was headed to see Sabrina left her with no choice. She had to know, to figure out what mess her daughter had found herself in, if she was wasting time on someone whose loyalty was as fleeting as his code of conduct. "Next time you find yourself unable to sleep…", her words drifted off just as she made it to his zipper. ...You won't be visiting my Sabrina, that's for certain. It was then that his fingers snaked around her wrist to stop her advance, "I'm not interested." "Hmm? No?", she let the question hang in the air between them, giving him a chance to change his mind and prove her right, "An honorable man, Mr. Duncan. Nothing I respect more." Candice backed away with that, resuming her previous position like nothing had happened, smirking at the small sigh of relief that escaped him. Her hand rose and gently knocked on the glass separating them from her driver, "Reginald, how far are we from Mr. Duncan's destination?" The emphasis she put on the last part flew over John's head as he matched her small smile that didn't stay on his face long, "Not too far, Miss, but traffic is moving slower than usual, seems there was an accident of sort. Could be a while longer." Her smirk only widened when he whispered under his breath, "My fucking luck." Your unlucky night is quite lucky for me, Mr. Duncan. What a better way to find out more about the person trying to charm my eldest daughter and no doubt use her to free a guilty man...

Tagging, @strangefable @florbelles @unholymilf @purplehairsecretlair @aceghosts @onehornedbeast @thesingularityseries @cassietrn @theelderhazelnut @voidika @nightbloodbix @macs-babies @finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @vampireninjabunnies-blog @trench-rot @la-grosse-patate @wrathfulrook @fourlittleseedlings @jackiesarch and anyone with something to share this week <3

#Candice truly took the car ride as her personal cross-examination 😂😂😂#and what a way to take a peek into her mothering methods....#Candy is certainly a handful but damn if i don't love writing her bcs there's so much more to her than it meets the eye...#and yes. she absolutely still thinks of Sabrina's dad.#oc: candice “candy” donovan #john seed #john duncan #fc5 au #wip: a trial of errors #wip whenever #mygifs #myedits #wip snippet #wip tag #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 oc #fc5 fanfic #character dynamics #wip wednesday

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englass · 10 months

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Concept/Title: Touch

Pairing(s): John Seed x Fem!Reader (because I was thinking of him when I started this, but—), Male!Character x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 402

Warning(s): NSFW/Explicit, Filth and Fluff, Implied Yandere? (was aiming for that originally but don’t think it completely carried through— oops)

A/N(s): I once famously said that Plains and Valleys would (very likely) be my only smut piece… As you can see, that’s now not quite true 🙈😅

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You gasp, twitching in your prone position against the sheets. Held down gently by your lover as you keen high and reedy, his arm pinned across your abdomen as the fingers of his free hand curl inside you. Drawing out your orgasm and threatening to push you into another as he mouths at your cunt, tongue flat and firm against your clit as a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest.

The deep sound makes you clench tighter around his fingers, has you whining prettily for him as he rewards you with a teasing brush of his lips, a brief and gentle scrap of teeth against your sensitive skin.

God, you’re so gorgeous, he utters, voice wrecked between your thighs, so pretty for me like this; could watch you cum on my fingers all day. Fuck, I love you, —

Teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, a passionate bite that has you yelping as he suddenly thrust his fingers as deep as they can go with a growling snarl. Tears beading in the corners of your eyes at the sweet sting of overstimulation. Hand blindly grabbing at his wrist as you bite into the back of your other hand, barely stifling the almost tortured whine of his name.

I need you to cum for me again, he pants, sucking and worrying his tongue in a purposeful drag over the impromptu bite mark, Can you do that for me, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hm?

The tears run down the side of your face, writhing amongst the twisted sheets with a shake of your head. Wanting a reprieve from the onslaught of sensation against your sensitive skin.

No? Leaning close, bracketing you in under his sturdy form, his breath a hot caress against your ear and his thumb a soothing sweep across your tacky cheeks, brushing your tears away, Not even on my cock?

The offer makes you tighten around his fingers, whimper as that sting eases into something more, interest piqued as a new hunger curls low within your stomach.

You’ve been such a good girl for me. Doing so well taking my fingers, looking so pretty cumming on my tongue. Don’t you want more?

He moves down then back up. Lips kissing and brushing in a leisurely descent and climb over your stomach, chest, neck, jaw and cheek. Stopping once again to teasingly breath into your sensitive ear, Don’t you want me?

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spookyspecterino · 2 years

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Out Hunting

Jacob Seed x F!Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: NSFW/18+ Minors DNI

P in V Smut, !Dom themes, Edging, Language

Jacob goes hunting, only to be followed by the deputy. Things don't go as planned, which might not be such a bad thing.

This was inspired by and loosely based on the fic by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen. Go give their story the love it deserves!

A/N: 6K words, every single one of them an excuse to justify making this NSFW... So yeah, here you go! Bye!

*runs into the goddamn hills*

The forest at night was quiet, in the winter even quieter. Most would be put off by the lack of noise or natural ambience, not Jacob. He looked forward to these moments in time; these few chances he could be alone without the constant voices in his ear asking for orders or giving him updates on troop movements. His solo, night-time hunting trips were special to him.

The crunch of the frozen ground underneath was the only sound in the forested hills and it marked his slow pace through the trees. His bare hands adjusted the quiver strap around his shoulders while he tapped out his favorite tune on the side of his compound bow. With breath billowing out around him, Jacob thought about how the snow would make his hunts even nicer; game would be easier to track, and there was a peacefulness in the way a thick blanket of snow could dampen sound. He made a mental note to go hunting more often after the first snowfall.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

The faint static voice that came through the radio speaker, no doubt meaning to catch him off-guard, didn’t deter him or even slow his pace as he brought his radio up to respond.

“Hm. Don’t spoil it.” he couldn’t help the slight tease in his voice.

The deputy was quick to respond back, he could hear her smile “Me? Spoil big, bad Jacob’s hunt? Perish the thought. Although, you must be getting cold by now, no gloves tonight?”

The smile that crept across his face was automatic and he was glad it was a dark night with no moon, “Oh, I’m not cold. I enjoy it.” He casually scans the woods in front of him “But you, I bet you’re all bundled up.”

“Wouldn’t want the sound of my teeth chattering to give away my position.”

“That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” he listened intently around him, hoping to hear a laugh or a snort from somewhere out there in the dark, but got nothing.

“Does it bother you, not knowing where I am? I can see you looking and listening for me. Are you losing your touch, old man?”

He barked out a laugh, not even bothering to press talk on the radio, let the deputy hear it from where they are, maybe she’ll take the bait.

“Oh ho, sounds like someone believes they’re still young.”

He took his time responding, not even bothering to cover his grin or conceal it from his voice “So you’re within ear shot… good to know. Which means you’d be able to hear my little music box—sound travels far on a cold night like tonight.”

He was met with deafening silence, until “You’re fucking bluffing.”

“I don’t know kitten, am I? Can you afford to find out?”

“Why on earth would you bring that awful thing with you on a hunt?”

“Well, I know you’ve been following me out the past couple of times…which makes me curious about something—you’ve gotten bold enough to the point where you spoke up tonight. I wonder why?”

Faced with silence, he continued talking, enjoying the corner he’s put her in “It must be that you have a gun pointed at me, or you’ve found a good place to hide—you think you’re safe.”

When more time passed and there was still no response, Jacob laughed “Aw, did I scare you off? Maybe I should bring out the box, I’d love for you to join me.” he began to reach in his pants pocket, taking his time, knowing that the deputy must be weighing her options. He began to sing the familiar tune softly “Onnly youu—”

“Bring your hand out of that pocket and I’ll shoot.”

He stopped walking “Hm, now who’s bluffing?” He wanted to test her, to push her into action.

Very slowly, he began to withdraw his hand from his pocket, but he wasn’t holding his music box—she was right, he hadn’t brought it with him. Instead, he had an extra radio, smaller and lightweight, vaguely square shaped; something he stored in his pocket as a backup. Just as his fingers appeared, obviously wrapped around something, a muffled pop sounded in the distance to his right. A split second later it was followed by a bullet that whizzed past his left shoulder.

“A little too far to the left, kitten.” He teased, dropping the small radio back into his pocket and starting to walk again.

“Next time I won’t be.”

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You watched through your rifle’s scope as Jacob put his hand back in his pant pocket and continued walking leisurely, a big grin stretched across his face. What a bastard. He wasn’t responding on the radio which set alarm bells off, he was up to something.

Shifting in place while laying on your belly, you looked through the slight gap in a rock formation a ways off to the right of where Jacob was walking. As he disappeared behind a thicket of trees—kicking your instincts into high alert, you decided it was time to switch positions.

Quickly picking up your rifle, you got to your feet and spun around, you were busy watching your footing—careful not to catch any rocks or make noise, when there was a rustle to your left. You looked up just in time to see Jacob moving toward you, fast.

“Motherfucker” you cursed, throwing the strap of your rifle over your shoulder and whirling around, scrambling up the rock formation.

But before you could get halfway up, you felt a rough hand grab you by the ankle and yank you back down. Pain shot through your shoulder as you landed hard on the rocks below and you were only dimly aware of your rifle being stripped off your back.

“Not so tough anymore, huh?” Jacob’s triumphant, rough voice sounded from over your shoulder, close to your ear, and you felt something sharp pressing into the side of your neck.

You gave him a growl, cracking your eyes open to stare down at the rocky ground “Smug bastard.”

“I thought you knew better than to give away your position with a warning shot.”

You huffed, shifting to try and face him, but the knife pressed harder into your neck, making you freeze, “Guess I got a little too excited.”

There was a dark chuckle and the pressure from the knife lessened a little, hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, “You’ve gotta be better than that, kitten.”

“Given another chance, I would have shot you—right in your knee. Let’s see you hunt me down from a goddamn wheelchair.”

His beard hairs tickled the back of your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, sending shivers down your spine “I don’t think you would have.” The knife disappears from your throat and rough hands pull your arms behind your back, making you hiss from the flare of pain in your shoulder. Sitting you up on your knees, still facing you away from him, he continues “I think it would end the same way as it has right here.”

“Careful…” you tease with a low growl, grabbing at his shirt behind you and giving it a weak tug with your trapped wrists “I might just prove you wrong.”

He grunts and you can feel his teeth brush along your ear “I’m curious to see what you’d do without a rifle…”

“I’d claw your eyes out.” You meant it to sound like a threat, but with Jacob so close—his teeth nipping occasionally at the sensitive spot behind your ear, it comes out breathless and flustered.

Jacob laughed, a deep, rumbling noise from his chest. You almost couldn’t believe you were hearing it, that had to have been the first time he’s ever actually laughed around you. You would have remembered hearing something like that before.

His lips traced a line down your neck and to the back of your jaw, nipping at your soft skin along the way “So feisty…”

“Let go of me and I’ll show you just how feisty I can be...” this time you didn’t sound breathy, your voice was firm, threatening even.

Jacob moved back, leaving you suddenly cold. There’s a shuffling from your wrists behind you as he holds them with one hand and uses his other to grip you by the jaw, calloused fingers pressing into your cheeks. He turns your head to look at him. Sharp blue eyes peer down at you with an intensity that makes your knees weak—all for the wrong reasons. You felt incredibly small looking up at him now, all your previous confidence beginning to shrivel in the face of this mountain of a man.

He gave you a threatening smile, eyes narrowed with a glint to them “I don’t believe you.”

You grumbled in response, casting your glare into the ground, trying not to sound defeated “Well, either way, it would hardly be a fair fight. It’s like asking a house cat to take on a grizzly bear.”

That dark chuckle returned and he brought his face closer to yours, tilting it up so you had nowhere to look but back at him. A slow grin spread across his features “I like that analogy.” His eyes flickered down and back to yours “But fights are hardly ever matched up evenly, there’s no room for fair. Nature isn’t—”

You huffed “Yeah, yeah—nature isn’t fair and all that. I’ve gotten the lecture already…”

His eyes narrowed, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks “You’ve got quite the attitude, kitten. Hasn’t anybody ever taught you to respect your superiors?”

Despite the grip he had on your face, you managed a smirk “Well you tried, once or twice—don’t think it really worked though.”

His face leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fan out against you, making you shiver “Maybe it’s time for another lesson.”

“Oh boy, what is it going to be this time? Beat me into submission, starve me into submission, lecture me into submission?”

Jacob let go of your face and wrists, getting to his feet and stepping away from you. Spinning around to face him, you noticed he had your rifle on his back. “I was hunting for deer tonight, but…” He looked down at his watch “You have a two-minute lead…starting now.”

You blinked at him incredulously for a moment and he looked up at you with an amused expression “Get going. You’re gonna need it.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out before dashing away into the forest. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

After running for a little while, you skidded and dove into a sizable burrow under an uprooted tree and tried to control your breathing while looking out through the medium sized hole. You knew Jacob was a good hunter, but could he really track you that well at night? After a few minutes of silence, you wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering from a mixture of the cold and the knowledge that Jacob was out there somewhere, hunting you.

Not another minute had passed before little sprinkles of dirt fell on your shoulder, you glanced at them and felt a sinking in your stomach before a large hand came through the burrow opening, grabbing you by the jacket and hauling you out. You landed, stomach first, on the hard ground with a thud, wincing, before the heavy weight of Jacob’s knee pressed down on your back, pinning you.

He laughed from above, leaning down over you, hands pressing into the dirt on either side of your head, whispering into the crook of your neck “Not good enough.”

You growled back, trying to wriggle out from under him “I knew I should have shot your fucking knees out!”

The weight disappeared for a moment before it was replaced with something even heavier, pressing all the air out of you. You felt Jacob’s knees on either side of your hips; one of his hands ran through your hair while the other came around to grip your neck, both moving suddenly in unison to pull you up, arching your back, and tilting you head so that your face was close to his.

His husky voice sounded right next to your ear and even though you couldn’t see him, you swore that asshole was grinning like a fool. He pressed his lips to your pulse as he spoke “Tell me how hiding in a burrow was a good idea? Hm?”

The warmth of his mouth on your exposed neck gave you goosebumps, and when you failed to respond Jacob laughed softly and bit down, hard enough to draw blood. A small whine rose from your throat and you tried your best to choke it off, but by the way that Jacob’s breathing paused, you knew he heard it. After another second he licked at the bite mark, drawing his tongue across it slowly. Your breathing turned ragged as you struggled to control the noises that threatened to escape.

“That’s your punishment for getting caught, this time.” Something in his words made your thighs flex together and you let out a strained breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Jacob let go of your neck and hair, letting you fall flat against the ground again before standing. Instead of getting to your feet, you rolled onto your back, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was a mistake, because Jacob was still sanding with his legs on either side of your hips. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he brought his expression back under control.

However, when he didn’t say anything, you decided to test your luck. Slowly, you pushed yourself up to sit on your knees, never looking away from Jacob. He didn’t seem to react, his poker face holding firm, but his breathing did quicken just a little as he continued to stare down at you with those intense blue eyes.

With a quiet voice, very aware of the implications of your position, you asked “How long of a head start do I have this time?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice sounded coarse “One minute, 30 seconds.”

You didn’t say anything else as you began to get to your feet, never breaking eye contact until you turned and sprinted off into the dark. While running, you had a hard time getting the image of Jacob out of your mind, the feeling of his hands on your neck and running through your hair. Were they as gentle at first as you imagined they were? But the hardest thing was trying to forget the smell of him; earth and pine, wood smoke—they filled your head, lingered on your clothes, clogged your senses.

Coming up on another burrow, you didn’t even consider it, but then a different idea crossed your mind as you saw the uprooted tree leaning against a cluster of other trees. Trying to be quick about it, you took off your jacket, shivering against the cold air, and tossed it into the hole, just enough to catch a glimpse of it. Then, you climbed up the leaning tree and pulled yourself up into the strong limbs of an oak, crouching down in its thick, tangled branches high above the burrow entrance.

Jacob was used to being the hunter, so why would he ever look up?

Not long after getting to your position in the tree you heard the smallest sound of footsteps from down below. Jacob’s big frame stood out in the dark as he snuck around the side of the burrow, you saw his head shake a little—no doubt from catching the glimpse of your jacket and assuming you had made the same mistake twice. As he reached inside you thought you could hear him click his tongue in disappointment. You prepared yourself as you saw his frame go still, feeling just your jacket in his grasp.

The leap down from the branches wasn’t the hard part, it was landing on Jacob in a way that would take him down to the ground with you and hopefully knock him unconscious. But you didn’t have such luck as your chest collided with his shoulders—not his head, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You heard a grunt as Jacob collapsed on the frozen ground under you with a heavy thump—rifle and bow falling and clattering off into the dirt. Struggling to get air into your aching chest, you crawled off of him frantically, your fingers trying to find purchase in the solid ground.

But Jacob was quicker to recover as he grabbed after you. Spinning onto your back, you did your best to kick him off. His grip was strong though, and he was soon over you, pinning you down by your wrists, arms above your head. You panted hard, out of breath—all you could do was glare up at him, and he laughed.

He brought his face down, inches from yours, a grin spread over his lips “Clever, but still not good enough.”

“Eat. A. Dick.” You panted, your body starting to shiver now from a mixture of adrenaline and the cold.

This only made Jacob grin wider “Hm. Where did a pretty little mouth like that learn to say such horrible things?”

You thought the blush that crept up your face might glow in the dark. Twisting your mouth, you growled “I would have fucking had you if I had gotten your head instead of your shoulders—you’d be passed out like a—.”

“Ah, but you didn’t.” his eyes roamed down over your face “And now it’s time for your next punishment.”

You felt your throat go dry as he shifted his grasp to hold both your arms above your head with one hand, using his other to tilt your chin up, exposing the full length of your neck. Without your puffy winter jacket, you were wearing just a cotton tank top and you regretted that choice as his eyes trailed down your neck and over your chest.

Jacob started under your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses to your shivering skin, working his way down your throat. His hand slid down, fingers trailing along the side of your neck in an uncharacteristically gentle way. He reached the previous bite that he had given you and pulled at it with his teeth, making you hiss from the stinging pain. You felt his soft laugh against your skin before he moved past it and down to the curve of your neck.

You grumbled as he continued to nip and kiss along your collar bones “You know, this doesn’t seem like much of a punishment… Just seems like you’re looking for an excuse to put your mouth on me.”

There was a pause, Jacob’s lips stopping between your collar bones, you thought you felt him smirk briefly. His head raised up enough to meet your eyes with his, something burned in them that made jolts of electricity shoot straight between your legs “…You askin’ me to be rougher with you?”

Your face instantly flushed a deep red, all the way down to your neck “I—I’m…it’s…”

A slow smile crossed his face and you only blushed harder as you floundered for words, his voice was soft and low, “Kinda sounds like you want me to be rough.” He moved closer until his nose was almost touching yours, you felt his hand resting at the base of your neck, applying a light pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles that went lower and lower, beginning to tease just under the edge of your tank top.

Naturally stubborn and filled to the brim with snark, you spoke back through a smirk “Just curious about why you’re taking your sweet time getting to my punishment…”

A low grunt was all he offered as his hand moved from the base of your neck to your tank top strap. Hooking two fingers under it, Jacob pulled it to the side, letting it fall down your shoulder. Briefly his eyes traveled over the exposed skin and then back to meet yours.

You felt that his refusal to answer was something you could leverage “So, I’m gonna take a guess and say that you enjoy this—ah!”

He bit down on your shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving a very clear, crescent bite mark, and he was absolutely smirking as he did it. But what Jacob hadn’t expected was your reaction, instead of shrinking away from him, your back arched up—pressing yourself into him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

His breath tickled your chest as he moved down, nipping at the skin, amused eyes looking up to meet yours; half-lidded as you panted “Think you might be enjoying it too.”

“Shut up…” you hissed, trembling under the touch of his lips.

He hummed, with a little smile, hooking a finger under the edge of your tank top and pulling it down to expose the tops of your breasts, his finger dragging along through the valley of your cleavage. His eyes glanced up to yours as he bent down to kiss each swell, sucking hard and leaving marks on both.

“Which means your punishment won’t really be a punishment.” He growls lowly, moving to the dip in between your breasts and licking up the exposed length of it, making you shiver and eliciting another moan from you, this one a little louder.

His eyes catch yours and there’s a glint to them that makes your legs clench together and your heart pound “Hmm, what do I do with you, kitten?” You were left speechless, breath panting, as he gave you another slow look over. He motioned to your pinned arms with a nod “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

You nodded frantically; eyes wide. It made him laugh that wonderful, deep and rumbling sound. He brought his face in close, lips ghosting over yours as he tipped your chin up, blue eyes drilling into you “I want you to say it.”

Your voice was quick, needy “I—I’ll behave.”

Hot breath hit your face as his breathing quickened “Say it again.”

“Please, Jacob. I’ll behave for you.”

His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he leaned down to kiss under it “Perfect.”

You whined at the sound of his praise. You wanted more of it—craved it, and you knew he understood that from the way his grip tightened momentarily in response. The pressure on your wrists lifted slowly and by the time he had freed your arms completely, you were already moving them to wrap around his neck, running your fingers along the short stubble of hair on the lower half of his head and up to tangle in the longer strands at the top.

There was a quiet groan from him, and if he hadn’t been right next to your ear you weren’t sure you would have heard it. A second later, lips crashed into yours, it was so surprising you gasped. They were rough and chapped but everything you wanted as you began to kiss him back, moving your lips over his more frantically with every passing second.

His hands run down your sides, gripping and squeezing at your ribs until they found the bottom of your top and slid deftly under the fabric. His fingers were cold and sent shivers down your spine as they traveled up your skin to reach your breasts, cupping them in each hand.

Jacob swallows the moan you make and uses the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against yours. A soft whimper escapes your throat at his forcefulness and it only serves to excite him more. His thumbs move to flick against your hard nipples, pinching and squeezing the soft skin. Your breathing has turned ragged now and you can feel your hips begin to move against him, seeking friction wherever you can find it.

He laughs softly, pulling his tongue out of your mouth and biting down on the bottom of your lip, fingers still pulling on your nipples. His dark and husky voice drives you wild “Someone’s impatient.”

The whine that escapes you again isn’t intentional, but still portrays exactly how desperate you are for relief. Shifting yourself, you move your legs so that Jacob’s knees are in between and lift them to wrap around his hips tightly. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you now and you buck your hips to rub along its length. Jacob moans, breaking the kiss and hanging his head for a moment, panting. Seeing his reaction to such a small movement and hearing his moan sends jolts of electricity straight to your stomach and you smile devilishly as you begin to grind your hips into his with more force.

His lips are back on yours again as he hungrily resumes kissing you, groaning louder from the feeling of your hips on him. Jacob’s hands move from your breasts to grip your lower back. Sitting up, he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, pulling you into his lap. Your hands move to run down his broad chest, feeling the defined muscle under his shirt, tracing over the chains of his dog tags as they snake down to the hem of his pants and fiddle with the clasp.

Strong hands gripped yours, moving them back, and a deep voice in your ear made you shiver with excitement “Not yet, kitten. I’m not done with you.”

Those same strong hands gripped under your thighs and tilted your torso down in a way that your upper back rested on the ground, legs moving to hook over Jacob’s broad shoulders as he remained sitting up. In one swift motion, he pulled your jeans down, revealing your soaked panties. Your face was aflame as he assessed the wetness between your legs, running a finger over the soaked fabric, then looking back to you.

“No point in keepin’ these—they’re ruined.” He said with a mischievous smirk just before tearing them off with a quick snap of the elastic. You squeaked in surprise, which excited him further as he looked down—eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy.

Your legs began tremble as he ran a finger through your wet folds once, then brought his mouth down to your entrance. His moan mixed with yours as his tongue dragged along your slit, tasting you, then pulling back to look down at you with a smirk as you fought for breath. When he bent down, bringing his mouth back in between your legs, he brought a hand up to spread you. This time he attacked your clit, pulling at it with his teeth, causing you to cry out and arch your back, your fingers digging into the dirt above your head.

Jacob hummed at your reaction, obviously pleased, his tongue swirling tight circles on your clit as he started to tease at your entrance with the tip of his finger. As your lower body began to tighten and coil, edged on by his finger only dipping into you up to the first knuckle, you tried to buck your hips, eager for more as your needy moans filled the night. Thankfully, he indulged you, slipping in his finger and pumping it—he groaned feeling you tighten around it and slipped in a second, curling them into you with a vigor that made your vision go white.

You were already getting close, legs starting to shake and tremble as you threw your head back, crying out. As you moved back against Jacob’s face, grinding your hips—trying to chase that rising high to the finish, Jacob moved away, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean. The look you gave him was pouting, full of disappointment. He wore a wry smile as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and brought you back up into his lap in a flash.

“Don’t give me that look—needy little thing.” He teased, brushing his hands along your back as he pulled you close against him and kissed you roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours in a feverish dance.

Whimpering impatiently, your hands flew to the clasp of his pants and this time he allowed you to undo the button and zipper. You swallowed his low moan as your hand slipped down into his boxers, gliding along the full length of his hard cock and gripping it at the base. The tip was wet with beads of arousal that spilled over as you gave him a few slow pumps, relishing the way his breath hitched at the motion.

Jacob’s hands clawed at your back as you freed him from his pants, letting his girthy erection spring free. His skin was hot to the touch as you continued pumping him, twisting your hand as it neared the head. As you increased your speed his face fell into the curve of your shoulder, letting out breathy moans against your skin. The sudden sense that you were in control made you feel emboldened and confident, it was an addicting feeling.

After you felt more hot drips of precum falling on your hand, you used your thumb to swipe it over his tip, drawing little circles just under the lip of his head. Jacob let out a noise that was halfway between a growl and a moan, biting down on your shoulder when grabbing your hips wasn’t enough for him. You made a mental note to check them in the mirror the next chance you got, part of you was excited to see the bruises that would undoubtedly form.

Wiggling forward, you positioned yourself to line up with the head of Jacob’s throbbing cock, heart hammering out of your chest in anticipation. Putting one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself you sunk down, just enough to wrap yourself around his tip. His breathing was turning into ragged gasps now, shoulders tense with desire.

When you stopped at just the tip, his lips moved against your neck, teeth grazing your rapid pulse. It was a low warning, the sound of it gave you shivers “Tease me and you’ll regret it.”

You sank down on him a little further, gasping as you stretched around him. Having this control made you feel invincible, even if you were in the arms of the most dangerous man in the valley.

The grin that spread across your face leaked into your words as you teasingly whispered back “You know, I don’t think I will.”

There was a hard bite under your jaw in response, and at the same time Jacob thrusted up, burying himself in you to the base. You cried out at the overwhelming sensation of taking the entirety of his girth at once, which only encouraged him to do it again, pulling out to just the tip and then slamming it back in you. His thrusts started to speed up each time while his hands held your hips firmly, lips sucking at your neck, leaving it red and purple, occasionally a low groan slipped out of him.

Feeling that pressure in you begin to build again as your clit rubbed against him, your hands gripped his shoulders for support as you moved your hips down into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, making sure he was reaching as deep as possible.

“Fuck” Jacob hissed, gasping for breath into your neck, and you felt your walls flutter at the sound.

Your hips sped up, slamming down into him, desperate to hear him again. Soon, your thighs were starting to burn from the effort of going so fast and you panted for air, throwing your head back—steamy breath billowing out as you moaned. You were getting close again, eyes squeezing shut as you felt your release rushing forward.

But Jacob pulled himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Your fingers clawed deep into his shoulders as your piercing glare met his eyes. It was only for a second as he flipped you over from his lap, your bare knees and hands hitting dirt. There was a dark laugh from over your shoulder, a split second later you felt a sharp slap on your ass and his throbbing cock plunge itself back into you.

Just as you moaned out, the sound echoing through the forest, a tender hand ran through your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head up, forcing you to arch your back. The other hand held onto your raised hips as Jacob began pounding hard into you from behind. You felt the force of his thrusts vibrate through your entire body.

“You like being in control?” He grunted from behind you in that dark, husky voice that made you clench around him “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Jacob slapped your ass again, the sharp sting adding to the pleasure of him stretching you out. The hand that was gripping your hip let go and you felt it brush your stomach as two fingers settled on your clit. Working precise circles on you, Jacob leaned down, never breaking the fast motion of his thrusts, and kissed the back of your neck.

His words were hitching and out of breath as he spoke in your ear “You’re going to come for me when I tell you to.” Your only response was a strangled moan and he pulled your hair back more, “Say it.”

Your walls squeezed at the sound of his firm command and he groaned, pressing his head into your shoulder for a brief moment. With a frayed voice you moaned, “I’ll come wh—when you tell me to!”

There was a hum of approval as he kissed the back of your shoulder. His breaths began to become hoarse and strangled, heard even over the furious sound of slapping flesh. It was enough to send you over the edge, but you wouldn’t dare come without his permission. Beads of sweat started to form on your brow as you held your orgasm back with increasing difficulty, biting down on your lip to try and control it.

Just as you thought you couldn’t handle anymore, tears welling in the corner of your eyes, his low growl sounded in your ear “Come for me, now.”

Releasing a strangled breath that quickly turned into a loud cry, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you, making you see stars. Faintly you could hear a guttural moan in your ear that made your legs shake and your head spin “Good girl.” There was a throbbing sensation, accompanied by a loud snarl, as Jacob spilled himself in you, his thrusts turning sloppy as he finished.

By the time you came back to your senses you felt Jacob’s hot breath against your back, pressing soft kisses into your spine as he pulled out of you slowly. You were still panting, unable to move as your legs trembled violently. Gentle hands guided you back to a sitting position and for a moment you forgot who you were with, shocked that such tenderness could come from Jacob.

You looked around at him as he laid on the ground, completely unbothered by the cold; his hands lingered on you, pulling you to join him as you felt goosebumps spread across your arms and legs. It was a perfect feeling as you nestled your head against his warm chest comfortably, his arms wrapping around your body to shield you from the cold.

His heart was still beating hard, thumping against your ear, filling the otherwise quiet night with noise. You wondered what was going through his mind as his fingers rubbed small circles into your back. He breathed in a deep and contented sigh, releasing it slow.

“This was better than hunting deer.” His voice vibrated from deep in his chest, it sounded like he might be smiling as he said it.

You couldn’t help but laugh “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

“I’ll be coming out here again soon…” one of his hands ran through your hair, brushing it back from your face, “Will you join me?”

“You can count on it.”

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A/N: This was my first time writing 18+, now that the seal is broken, you can expect more. If it was garbage, well...it can only get better from here, right? More FarCry5 stuff is on its way. I will pour my blood, sweat, and tears into this fandom, even if it's mostly dead.

Thank you to everyone who supports this dumpster fire, and the overall trash bin that is my work. Without you, everything I write would stay in my drafts folder ❤️

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grimmylover7 · 2 months

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Exert from Chapter 1 - Chokehold

Smut: 18+ Only

She was up in the Whitetails for the morning, hunting for rabbits and deer to bring back for everyone. Staci had mentioned he hadn’t had fried deer steak before and at her demands that he was missing out on a damn good time, she’d set out that morning on a mission to correct that atrocity. It also gave her something to do on her day off rather than sit and stew in past pains. She’d already taken down several rabbits, the game tucked away in a cooler in her trunk but she’d yet to find a good buck to shoot. Just some fawns, a few doe’s; nothing she wanted for meat.

With one last sip of her drink, she slid off the hood and grabbed her rifle, heading back into the brush, determined to find a suitable target. It took some patience and sharp hearing but eventually she stepped out from behind a tree to see a gorgeous buck grazing in a small clearing. At least a sixteen pointer with a quick glance at his antlers. She raised her rifle with a breath, aiming in a split second down the medium scope then pulling the trigger on the exhale. The buck went down gracefully, a clean shot right through the head taking it out quickly.

She was almost to the kill when a quick movement off to her flank sounded in the brush. Under normal circumstances she would’ve ignored it, no worries to what could be shifting around in the bushes but when a low growl followed it? She tensed. Slowly, carefully, she turned to meet the eyes of a wolf prowled low to the earth, clearly stalking her by the way it bared back its maw to flash its fangs at her. She didn’t move for a moment, simply deciding whether killing it was a good option or if it would leave her alone. She’d wrestled with bears, bobcats and cougars, hell- she even had a particularly horrible nemesis of a wolverine that seemed to find her often. She didn’t have the heart to kill animals idly- only for food. Never for sport.

The wolf seemed to be gaining the nerve to attack but rather than giving it the chance, she pulled her knife from her thigh holster, never letting her eyes leave the wolves as she stepped backwards towards the buck carcass. Without needing to see her hands, she carved her way through the flank of the deer, noting how the wolf ceased its snarling to instead watch her hands intently. Hungrily. The poor thing looked to be starving once it actually crept from the brush completely. With a huff, she tore off the meat from the back leg then shook it at the wolf to gain its attention from the bulk.

“Alright. Here ya go.” She tossed the meat across the clearing, the wolf's ears perking up in excitement as it thudded against something unseen, “Now go on– get.” She shooed just as the wolf sprinted after the meat.

The sound of ravenous chomping filled the quiet morning air a few seconds later, making her smile as she readied to carry the buck back to her Jeep. She was just finishing tying off the bindings when there was another rustle from the bushes, and she half expected the wolf to come traipsing out but instead she was met with a different sight. An unexpected one.

A mountain of a man stepped from the shrubs instead, a bright red rifle slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his thigh. His red hair, beard and deep inset eyes piercing in the early morning light. He looked as though he’d just glanced back to where the wolf had run to but stopped when his sight landed on her. In a matter of seconds, she realized two very important details as they stared each other down.

One. He was former military, had to be with the faded army jacket over the bloodied shirt he was wearing. The boots, the knife at his thigh similar to her own. Even the rifle looked to be military grade but personalized.

Two. His shirt was freshly bloodied. In such a way it looked like he’d been hit by something.

Her eyes widened just slightly as a slow mortified sensation flooded her, gaining momentum when his eyes narrowed down at the buck at her feet, the missing flank chunk then back to her with a solid glare. It all happened in a matter of seconds but that was all it took– quick to tuck her knife away so she could wipe her hands off and stand to apologize. Not that she got the chance.

“You make it a habit of hitting strangers with raw meat?” He groused, clearly analyzing her with the way his gaze scanned her from head to toe. Not in a man checking out a woman— more like a predator scoping out prey if she was being specific. The attempt to unnerve her paled in comparison to her struggle to not crack up at what she’d done to him.

“No. Gotta say, you’re the first…” She tried valiantly not to grin, biting her bottom lip just slightly as his gaze fell flat at her. Unimpressed but thankfully not pissed like she worried.

“Not even remorseful about it either.” He shook his head, a twitch of a smirk showing behind that beard of his making her huff out a short laugh she tried to cover up.

“Shit. Nope. You caught me-- I am sorry though just… fuck, of all the places you could’ve been you were really in a bad spot.” She snorted.

“No regrets you launched a wolf at me then?”

She wanted to say yes. To apologize for that too but instead she made a point to look him over, all 6’2 of him with obvious muscle and hands that clearly held his guns often. He was scarred enough to show he’d been through some shit too, definitely worse than a measly wolf jumping him in the shrubs. Instead, she smirked out right.

“Hmm...nah. You look like you can handle yourself.”

He let out a bark of a laugh at that then, the two of them sharing a moment between strangers that had her feeling warmer in the chilly morning air. With a chuckled agreement, he was sauntering back his own way through the woods, the two of them exchanging a simple goodbye leaving her to finish with her morning hunting.

Yeah. She was definitely enjoying Hope County.

Another month went by, instances passing with her, Victor, Joey and Staci managing to have all sorts of wild times between the four of them with only Whitehorse to give a shake of his head at their antics. Between getting to catch up with Victor, settling into her new home and enjoying her new job, Rook felt more alive than she had in ages. Even more so when she went out hunting and seemingly always stumbled across the same giant mountain man she’d decidedly labeled “lumberjack”. Every so often when she was out, there he was too, the same red rifle taking out his own kills or meandering the woods like a predator himself.

At first, they had yet to share more than a few simple words between them on occasion, but somehow that was more than enough to get a feel for who he was.

“Ah I see you’re still here.” She hummed, stumbling upon him first this time.

“Foods not gonna put itself on the table.”

“True that.”

“I saw that shot from across the field. Nice.” He said in passing, already traipsing through with his own kill.

“Thanks. Woah, damn that’s a big buck.”

“Yeah, got him just a bit ago. Gotta get him back to my truck.”

“Trying to one up me, lumberjack?”

“Ha, not much to take on, shortstack.”

Their most recent run-in had changed things though, the moment happening while she was out and about on the eastern border where the Henbane brushed with the Whitetails.

She’d just managed to find a good lookout point when out of nowhere her arch nemesis of a wolverine found her and went on the attack immediately. She was so surprised she’d yelped and been barreled over by the damned thing, rolling through the bushes wildly to try and wrangle the beast.

Several scratches and attempted bites later, she had the bastard by the scruff and front legs, holding him away with a scowl on her face as she trudged through the trees to a clearing. Her breaths were heavy in an attempt to simmer down her anger at the little fucker so she didn’t strangle it, but also to focus so she could keep a firm grip, so it didn’t escape. Needless to say, she was far more keyed up than she should’ve been that early in the morning, causing her to snap. Just a little. At a Wolverine no less.

“Look here you angry little shit— I don’t appreciate you stalking me, attacking me! Go fuck with someone else!” She hissed, shaking the vermin threateningly and about to scold it some more until someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Huh… Can’t say I’ve ever seen someone get after a wolverine before… Or catch one like that.” Lumberjack was back, deep voice filling the air along with a hearty chuckle that had her turning just enough to glare at him too.

“This little bastard has been after me since I moved here. He even followed me up from Holland Valley just to jump me today!” She scowled, shooting her fierce gaze back at the hissing beast.

“How do you know it’s the same one…? They’re all pretty rabid.” The man snorted, coming closer to inspect the creature at her side.

“You see the scar on the top of his head? That was from me. I got him with a rock the first time we crossed paths.” Rook’s glare simmered down a little more after that and the Wolverine seemed to follow, realizing it was not going anywhere in her firm hold and would have to bide it’s time to escape. Lumberjack let out a low whistle.

“Well damn, how many times has he come after you?” Their eyes met, her face flushing just the slightest from his pale gaze. Up close he was quite a looker past the menacing look he displayed but she wasn’t about to start thinking that train of thought. Not this early in the morning anyways, and certainly not with a damn pest in her hands.

“This is the eighth time.” She grumbled.

“Why not just kill it then? Would save you the trouble.” The man shrugged, eyeing the creature blankly without a hint of fear normal people would show for such a thing. She shared that sentiment. She wasn’t quite normal herself either and wasn’t the slightest bit phased by rabid animals in the forest. She’d throw down with a moose if she had to, without batting an eye. There were just some strange things you had to accept in life.

“Despite what the military trains us to believe, sometimes there’s better answers than killing an enemy.” She sighed, shooting the thing a petulant look. She didn’t know what that better answer was, per se, but she hoped she found it before she cracked the fuckers head open.

Lumberjack remained silent, merely regarding her intently in a way that had her flush creeping its way down her neck and chest. She didn’t want to acknowledge that though so instead, she tightened her hold before moving away, readying herself to give a tight spin before launching the wolverine several yards away into the far trees and field, where it would hopefully fuck off for a while. The noise it made as it flew through the air had her positive that it may just finally do that– a high pitched screech that left her and lumberjack shooting each other scrunched looks for a long moment. They were bursting into loud laughter in seconds, never having heard such a noise from an animal but it also wasn’t everyday Rook decided to launch one either.

That was as good an icebreaker as any and had somehow led to them walking together, despite still hunting their own prey. Not that she minded. She didn’t even know his name, but it felt comfortable around him, easy to talk to even though he was blunt and sarcastic, meeting her own quips head-to-head.

They wandered all over together that morning, exchanging hunting stories, shooting game together and shit talking about each other's shooting skills when they’d seen the other up close. He was damn good with a rifle. She wasn’t even confident on who the better marksmen was at that point but she didn’t rightfully care, only interested in seeing more of it. The way he pressed the butt of the gun to his shoulder, one eye sliding shut to gaze down the scope. The same breathe in, aim, exhale, shoot she learned reflected in his shots but just a slight bit faster. It was definitely just the method, not the look of his face and how handsome he was while in the zone. Handsome in a burly, rugged sort of sense too, which was right in line with the kind of man she’d learned was her type (aka the opposite of the kind of man her ex-husband was). Plenty of times he’d caught her staring when it happened, but she’d tried her best to act like it was nothing; even more so when she noticed his intense gaze mimicking her own when she went to shoot her marks.

By the time noon hit, they were making their way back to where her Jeep sat parked, strands of conies bundled in their hands and a buck over his shoulder that she’d killed before he could pop off the shot first. She’d agreed to split it though, just because the look he’d shot her when she teased him was so worth it.

“Bet you don’t even know how to skin a deer properly, shortstack. Can you even reach it when it’s strung up?” He snarked, clearly taunting her right back in a way that had her rolling her eyes at him.

“Been doing it since I was five, lumberjack. Probably can do it better than you.” She threw back, leading the way to the trunk of her Jeep, him hot on her heels.

“That a challenge?” He gruffed.

His voice had gone deeper, rolling low in her ears and gut, making her head spiral. Jesus– she hadn’t had urges like the ones he gave her since she was nineteen. Shaking it off, she glanced back with a coy look, brow twitching up just enough to make it clear she was still teasing.

“Why? Wanna get your ass handed to you?”

There was a tension in the air that followed her words, bubbling under the surface as he dropped the buck onto the tailgate along with his strands of rabbits. She set her own down too, merely busying herself with the motions of getting stuff loaded up but actively feeling his heated gaze on her the whole time. Simmering. Heating her up from the inside. The chilly morning air did nothing to tame the heat that rushed her cheeks, hoping it just seemed brought on by the hiking and not by him. He must’ve been able to read her better than she thought.

“You’re a mouthy brat, aren’t you?” He rumbled, somewhere just behind her right ear. The growl to his voice had her core fluttering wildly, breath catching just the slightest. She wasn’t sure if he was just commenting or… flirting. The only way to find out was to test the waters but fuck she hadn’t flirted since she was a teenager. Ever since the horrible mistake that had landed her with, she hadn’t dated since– too much trauma, too much sadness to think about it– but here? Now? She could want for it now.

“Always… Got a problem with it?” Her voice was breathy, glancing over her shoulder just slightly to eye him. Sharp blue eyes were waiting to find her gaze, intense and heated as they observed her.

“Oh no... I’m skilled at taming wild animals, you’d be no different.” He murmured, closing in on her just enough that she could feel him at her back, pressing her to the tailgate. Testing the waters too. Inching ever so slightly into the mood they were making.

“I’d love to see that.” She huffed, on the edge of a soft laugh but it died in her throat as he pressed into her fully, trapping her against the trunk and allowing her to feel every inch of him at her back. All hard edges and muscle, solid and big, encasing her form and making her breath hitch out of her chest. Fuck. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet, if ever, nor the last time she’d had sex, but her libido was on overdrive at the feel of him. She didn’t even know his goddamn name but couldn’t care less, just knowing she had a giant lumberjack behind her, and he was definitely interested in her climbing him like a tree.

Which... is exactly what she did.

She’d yanked him into the backseat of her Jeep the second he kissed her, both fumbling into the other like starved teens. There wasn’t even time to completely strip– just feral grinding and hands tugging at clothes impatiently. Her tank top was pushed down just below her breasts, bra unclasped by quick fingers then tossed while his jacket was shucked off and his jeans and belt undone with her own nimble touch. It was completely rushed and crazy, but she felt she’d earned such a wild spur of the moment tryst after all this time so, she went with it. Especially when it meant she got to enjoy him fingering her skillfully to her first orgasm in ages. Then a second when she got his pants down just far enough to ride him like her life depended on it. To say it was a good ride would be blasphemous. He’d rocked her entire world (and her poor Jeep) that day. Grabbed her by the hair, fucked her silly on his stupidly thick dick and praised her through the whole thing in a way that had her thighs quaking for days afterwards. Or maybe that was thanks to the second round, when he’d flipped her to the side and fucked her into the seat with deep punishing thrusts that had her seeing stars and howling for the whole woods to hear her. Every inch of skin he’d had access to had been left in bites and bruises, no part of her chest spared leaving her with plenty of good memories to keep that flutter going.

Whatever the case, he’d added an even brighter warmth to her new life, and it seemed like the hell of her past was finally letting her go up in the north. She warmed at the memory from two days prior, the last part of their meeting being the highlight really.

“I think I’ll take your word on those skills, lumberjack.” She’d panted, still trying to get her wits about herself while he nipped at her neck with a soft hum.

“Jacob.” He rumbled, pressing his nose into her neck almost like a nuzzle that had her melting into mush.

“Mm pleasure to see you in action, Jacob.” She said cheekily, enjoying the way he pulled back to shoot her a heated look.

“You got a name, shortstack?” He huffed, nipping at her bottom lip before kissing her a few more times to leave her dazed and unfocused.

“Call me Rook.”

She melted a little more into her seat. Life was finally starting to go well for her. "

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skoll-sun-eater · 2 days

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I made a red velvet (Jacob inspo) to celebrate my chapter. I don't usually celebrate things like this. But I'm pretty happy about this. Yes I feel a happiness of sorts. I never thought I would write fics. Now I find myself writing this long story as well as others. So yaay, chapter 20. Here's my silly little cake I thought of kind of on the fly.

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marine-c · 1 year

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HIiiiii ! My gift for the Far Cry Secret Santa, there Cooper and John together = w= will you take this key or not?

Merry Christmas @strafethesesinners !!!!

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g0dspeeed · 6 months

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A River Runs Through It

In the dismal monotony of bunker life, John Seed was open to surprises, anything to break up the horrid routine he found himself in after the Collapse.

John Seed was not, however, ready for three year old River Palmer.

One would think that having an entire underground mecca of loyal followers who hung on his every word would bring the ever charismatic John Seed a never ending bounty of entertainment and indulgence.

But alas, there he was, some years later after the bombs dropped, growing dismal and insane from boredom with each passing, sunless day. He had his reasons. John couldn't tell if it was the monotony of everyday bunker life, of listless routine, or the lack of feisty Resistance to rebuke and cleanse that soured his mood, that dissolved his resolve to carry out his Baptist duties with as much zealousness and vigor as he did before the sky caught on fire and crashed down on the County. A moot point, in the end. A lot of arguments dissolved with such a conclusion: It didn't matter.

The time was well into the dark hours of the morning. At least, the large clock on the wall of the radio room said so anyway. John lounged on a tufted chair by the main radio while the rest of his Gate slept, a weathered tool from his Confession box balanced between his lithe fingers. Even sleep was too peaceful, dull and unappealing as his restless mind ran rampant with creative ways to hurt and feel something akin to newness, to scratch that existential itch.

When the radio system buzzed to life, he thought it was imaginary. It clicked a few times, before static blew harshly on the line, as if someone was breathing heavy into the receiver.

A wave of agitation washed over John, the excitement of radio contact fizzled out by Day Two. His ears smarted by the loud, abrupt noise.

But what came next, clear and undeniable across the radio, brightened the tired eyes of John Seed, more than they had in months.

"H-Hello?"

Small.

"Hel-lo!" it sing-songed.

Undeniable.

"Who's out there, huh?"

The voice of a child.

John picked up his own receiver and clicked it on.

"Hello there," he greeted, tone soft and slow.

The line buzzed again, grating on his patience until it went silent with a sharp click .

For a moment, John half-wondered if it happened at all, if he was mistaken or if finally, finally he lost his mind, that the last of his sanity slipped through like sand through the fingers.

The receiver was shut off after a long silence.

Then-

"Hi!"

John cursed and jumped at the sudden burst of salutation, the word so cheery that it forced a smile to his lips.

The receiver was picked up again.

"Hello, you," chided John. "Who is it that I'm speaking with?"

There was movement of some sort, a rustling.

"You, you have to push down on the button," John tried. "In your hand–"

"Like this?" replied the small voice.

"Sure, I can hear you. Who are you?"

A tongue clicked, followed by a giggle, musical and sweet.

"River," answered the small voice shyly. "I'm River. I'm a boy!"

"You're a boy," validated John. "You sound like it. And how old are you River?"

A thoughtful hum carried over.

"This many!"

John sighed.

"I, well, I can't see that–"

"I'm three!" River exclaimed. "My birthday is tomorrow! Are you goin'?"

His voice died in his throat as John didn't quite know how to respond. He tried again.

"Am I going to your birthday?" he parroted. "Is that what you're asking me?"

The boy breathed heavy into the receiver. John imagined that the child had it pressed right up to his mouth, covering it with spittle and germs.

"Yup!" chirped the child, an emphasis on the 'p'. "My Momma said, she said, um, she said that, that…"

John exhaled again. John steeled himself, dug deep for whatever crumb of patience was left inside his body as the child struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Mhm?" urged the Herald. "Your Mom said what?"

"My Momma, said that I could, I could call my aunts and uncles tomorrow for my birthday. I'm gonna be four! Are you my uncle?"

John frowned.

"Am I your uncle?"

"Yeah! Who the heck are you?"

A laugh barked from his mouth as John couldn't believe that the child was so blatantly curious. So innocent. Then again, what did John know of children? True, the bunker was littered with them, but this was the longest conversation John ever had with a child, let alone via radio.

"My name is John," he shared. "Nice to meet you, River—"

"How old are you? Are you tall? My Daddy's tall."

"Mm, interesting. I'm thirty-eight–"

"Wow. That's fuckin' old."

His jaw dropped.

"I, I don't think you should be talking that way, sir—"

"You a narc?"

"Am I…Am I–Did you just ask if I'm a narc?"

Musical like a song, the boy giggled across the radio line, the sound drawing a smile across John's lips and filling him with joy like sunlight in an abandoned room.

"No, no," answered John upon finding the right words. "I promise that I'm not a narc, River. But you really shouldn't be playing with the radio. There are strangers on here. Where are your parents?"

The radio clicked and clacked. John counted down from ten.

Then, in a raspy whisper, the child shared, "Sleepin'. 'M'not supposed to be up."

"Ah," whispered John back despite himself. "Well, then you probably should go back to sleep, little one. It's late."

"I don't wanna–"

"Mm, such is life," drawled John. "Go to bed."

A whine, long and tired, ached in John's ear.

"But what if," stammered the child. "What if you miss me?"

John blinked at such a question, at how it dripped wet with sadness in only how a child could feel in the throes of big feelings. His brow furrowed, both at how the small voice pleaded and how John felt a bit of regret in his heart.

"What if I miss you?" he repeated softly back to the boy.

"Yeah, what if you, you miss me? Won't you miss me?"

His lips parted to speak, but then shut at the sudden responsibility of facilitating the child's feelings, at how John felt responsible at all. Which was odd, the uncertainty that plagued him at such a task for he was the arbiter of words for years, at the helm for the Valley's message as Baptist, as Inquisitor.

But there he was: Unmoored and scrounging for words thanks to the innocence of a three year old.

"I," chanced John. "I will miss you, River. And I hope that you have a great birthday. From your Uncle, Uncle John."

Silence followed, heavy and leaving John in the wake of his own response and how ridiculous he felt that he felt anything at all, that a few words with a child was so off-putting and at the very least entertaining.

Sensing that the conversation, as riveting as it was with little River, had drawn to a close, John moved to shut off the radio for the night.

Until, that is, it crackled again.

But rather than hear the small, bright voice of his de facto nephew, a new, sleepy one spoke in his stead.

"You know, that was actually really, really sweet."

Blue eyes widened in the low light of the radio room, the waves of his ocean eyes teeming with shock. John couldn't believe what he heard, even as she continued in a tired sigh.

"He's raving. So happy, I can't even be mad at you," shared Cappie De La Costa, voice low from sleepiness, sensual even after all those years. "You made a little boy happy, John Seed."

A second later and John was grinning.

"Are you so surprised?" he countered.

"Um, yeah?" replied Cappie. "Aren't you?"

John nodded in his bunker.

"No. Not really. I find that I'm rather charming. More surprised that the little tadpole is yours, truth be told. Didn't take long for you and the Neanderthal to get bored, hm?"

She laughed, hearty and true. John hated how much he missed the sound.

"Yeah, that's it. Eli and me were bored and thought 'Know what would be so fun? Raising a child during the Apocalypse!'. What a stupid question."

"Well, you were never great at planning."

"Mm," she hummed. "Well, shit. Got me there."

A new quiet settled in. It didn't feel as heavy as before, but like before, John was disgusted that he felt any way about it.

"He sounds awful," he blurted. Then, John added, "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"That. You're smiling. Quit it."

"Never. You never change, do you? You're still doing it–"

"Doing what?" hissed the Herald.

"That. You say mean things when you feel vulnerable."

John laughed something empty.

"I feel nothing for that child, Cappie. Your mind is the first to go when in the underground."

"Whatever you say, loser," she sighed. "But, if Eli is fine with it, would you like to speak to him on his birthday?"

John shoved down his delight.

"And why in the world what that paranoid redneck let me talk to your son?"

"Because I did. And you can't hurt us now. And because he's having to retell a bedtime story at four AM because his son won't shut up about 'Uncle John in the radio'. But it's whatever. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself."

John peered into the shadows around him. What a strange conundrum he found himself in. A moot point, in the end. A lot of arguments dissolved with such a conclusion: It didn't matter.

"I don't care," he answered. "I probably won't be around."

"Cool," replied Cappie, unaffected by his sour response. "G'night."

John didn't need to test the line to know that Cappie left him. She always was one who enjoyed getting the last word in. Petty thing. He doubted that would ever change.

He stared at the radio with bloodshot eyes, though the mind behind them was awake and processing what had just happened. A ghost, he heard one. It laughed and read him like a billboard. A poltergeist of a dead relationship made a mess of him in a few tired words and a tease.

The following day John fell into his dismal routine. He awoke, preached the Good News of the Father, carried out Cleansings, Confessions, and Atonements. The Flock hung on his sweet words, danced in the sparkle of his eyes as they had for years.

But, unlike all those other days, one of the followers approached John with a perplexed expression.

"Sir?" the man prompted. "Brother John? There's, um, someone asking for you?"

"Who?"

"Um, a little boy. On the radio, sir."

If ever asked, John reacted fine to such news. Just fine. He did not drop everything he was doing at that moment. He certainly did not cancel his sermon. He did not run to the radio room. He did not take a steadying breath to ease his racing pulse, to quell the excitement that rang in his heart like a bell as he settled in the comfy chair.

And he definitely, did not say the first thing that came to his mind upon pressing on the receiver.

"Happy Birthday, River."

#oc: cappie de la costa #oc: river palmer #john seed #fc5 fanfic #far cry 5 fanfiction

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