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havingsomemorejohnlarks · 1 year

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❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞ and [SUGGESTIVE] sound like they would be interesting to pair together

[ SUGGESTIVE ] our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons, kinks, and what they’re attracted to.

❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞

well im writing a fic cos its the only thing i know how to do! :’)

(so like i may put it on ao3)

tbh this idea doesn’t really line up with Rook’s personal history, but I’m willing to put that aside for the sake of the fic 😌

I’m sorry if this is not what you were expecting, let me know if you want anything different! I put the options in the name chooser and it came out with john x rook so I’m going to be doing a fic with

John Seed x Male Deputy OC (Rook Diamante)

Warning: Sexual Tension, mention of transphobia and fetishization, strong language, mention of/talking about kinks (specifically, power play, piss kink, choking, gun play, knife play, degradation)

“Just please tell me the people there are nice...”

The sound of his Mom’s worried voice came crackling down the phone, as Rook pressed it against his ear and shoulder, clumsily shifting a few pans around on the kitchen counter.

There was no escaping the anxiety of Rook’s family, especially as he moved so far away. There was no hiding it either, even though Lillian was trying to keep her usual calming tones in the statement. Her son wasn’t an idiot though. Of course she was worried.

“Yeah, I guess so, Mom. Some of them are a little...” He hesitated, trying to find the right word, knowing the one he was about to say wasn’t what he meant. “... odd?”

He tried to keep the mocking “And I’m not going into high school, I’ve just moved to a different state.” inside his head because he knew how unhelpful that would be. And how stupid. The second one sounded much worse. Maybe.

“Odd? In what way? What have they said to you?” A deeper voice joined the conversation, one filled with even more anxiety, not even bothering to hide it.

“No one’s said anything, Dad. I meant... they’re just new. I’ve met plenty of nice people! Like... there’s this cute couple who run this business. They invited me to a barbecue this weekend so...”

A sigh of relief could barely be heard on the other side of the call. Although Rook knew they’d be unsettled with him being so far away from New York, it was still weird to witness both his parents like this after they’ve tried to remain strong for him all his life.

Rook felt it was his duty as a son to try and soothe them. He searched for other people in his mind who he had found nice and intriguing and not a threat to his personal safety, someone his parents could like and approve of.

“I’ve got this co-worker... he’s like an asshole but a loveable one, you know? Respects me but also calls me a dumbass when I’m being one. He’s cool.” Rook couldn’t help the little grin on his face, as he remembered the night out that Staci Pratt had invited him to, which resulted in him getting so drunk that he had sustained physical injuries. It was such a stress-reliever to finally drink with someone after moving to some random place in Montana.

A chuckle from his Dad and Rook knew that he had relaxed a bit. Someone who was on his sons side. Someone good.

“Any other new friends? Maybe... someone hot?”

He heard his Mom yell at his Dad playfully, while Rook’s face started to burn up suspiciously quickly. He had been avoiding thinking about “someone hot” or, more specifically, the hot man that he had seen around at that place, Aubrey's Diner, that Staci so loves.

It was embarrassing really. It was embarrassing how quickly he had agreed to go to the same diner again when Staci has suggested it. It was embarrassing how he craned his neck just a little every time, hoping to see the attractive man in the stylish outfits that made his tummy do flips. It was certainly embarrassing how he would go home disappointed when those blue eyes did not look his way, leaving him wanting and dreaming of some touch.

Staci had teasingly offered his services, but he shut up when Rook had hit him round the head.

A few more mentions of different people who had been nice to him and his parents had been soothed, still sad that he was not with them but happy for him all the same. His Dad gives him the usual cautions about people with bad intentions, reminds him to have fun (he can almost hear Mom’s eyes rolling) and Rook hangs up, promising he’ll be careful and also have fun, which is definitely a tough line to walk, if Rook’s completely honest.

But he says it anyway.

After hanging up, a dragged out sigh was let out into the air.

Usually, Rook was happy to talk to his parents, but giving someone reassurance for so long a conversation can catch up to you, especially if you’ve just finished a shift at work and are trying to make dinner.

He looked down at the pans he had gotten out in an attempt to make food. He stared for a while.

An irritated sigh and some tapping on his phone and Staci was on the other line.

“Don’t feel like making dinner, you wanna eat out tonight?”

An amused, sleepy grumble. “A ‘hello’ would be cool.”

“Shut up, yes or no?”

Staci laughed. “And you say I’m the dickhead.”

Rook made a deliberate, irritated sound.

Another laugh. “Okay, okay.”

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After taking an absolute age to actually roll out of his bed, Staci finally texted to declare that, this time, despite all the other times being lies, he was actually leaving the house to get to the diner.

Meanwhile, seated at a table with a glass of cheap alcohol, Rook was having a difficult time convincing himself and Staci that he had absolutely no prior knowledge of his friends bad time management. He definitely didn't come to the diner a little early just to see if he could position himself as devastatingly handsome and completely alone and, therefore, in need of some company.

No, no. Why would he do that? It wasn't like there was any particular reason to do that. Definitely no particular man either.

Rook was just hoping Staci would go easy on the teasing when he got here because he sure as Hell wasn't fooling anybody.

It was pointless to come early anyway - Rook only sat there staring at the door, eyes becoming glittered with hope when he saw it open.

Staci got there before the man in the expensive clothes could.

"You know, you're not subtle."

Rook knew he couldn't fake it, so he didn't even try. "I know. It's stupid."

Staci picked up on the hint of embarrassment and disappointment. "It's not. John Seed is pretty hot, classically handsome, I suppose.”

Rook’s head snapped up, eyes now staring at his friend. “What? You know him?”

Staci nodded, glancing over the menu, even though he knew exactly what he was getting.

Rook’s mouth was slightly open. “And you didn’t think to tell me that?!”

The other man couldn’t stop the grin creeping on him. “I figured you would ask, if you wanted to know who he was.”

Rook didn’t stop staring.

“Also, I don’t really know him, know him. I just know of him, like everyone else does. I think only a select few actually know him, you know, he’s that type.”

Rook’s stare turned into a curious peer. “What type?”

Staci breathed out through his nose, a touch uncomfortable. “Well... mysterious, I guess... suspicious.”

Rook waited for Staci to give his order to the waiter who had come round, trying to understand what his friend was getting at.

Staci saw the look on Rook’s face and sighed. “Look, I was gonna tell you eventually anyway but... might as well be now.”

The expression on his face turned serious and Rook found himself remembering his Dad’s cautions. It looked like Staci was having a tough time.

“He might be dangerous, ok? He belongs to that... group that we get calls about. You know, the culty one.”

Right. Rook had heard about this. Whitehorse, his new boss, had pulled him aside while Pratt and Hudson responded to a call, whispering to him about being safe and something about ‘having your back’.

He tried to push down the rising tide of disappointment. He swallowed. And found himself doing something he didn’t think he’d ever actually do.

“Do you think... I should leave it alone then?”

Staci pulled an over-exaggerated face. “Dude, do whatever you want. Just don’t join the creepy groupies his brother has.”

Rook didn’t know how to feel about that. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t still intrigued by this John guy. But he knew how much worth a good looking, mysterious man in nice clothes had.

None. At all. He knew that from experience.

“I might... just leave it.”

That was the best decision to be made. Something excitable in him died, while the disappointment settled in. But he knew if he started something with this guy, it would get worse.

Cut it off at the root as soon as possible.

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Perhaps going to the diner the night before a shift was a bad decision because both Staci and Rook woke up on the latter mans living room floor with banging headaches.

Rook was the first to wake and stumble to the bathroom, extremely aware that he wanted to throw up but couldn’t. This went on for about twenty minutes before the bathroom was raided by Staci, who lovingly shoved his friend out of the way to actually throw up.

While his friend was busy vomiting violently into the toilet, Rook crawled out of the room and picked up his phone. Only a few minutes until they were due to clock in for work.

Groaning, he reluctantly dialled the Sherriff’s number.

“Hey, Sherriff. Would you be mad if me and Staci called in sick today?”

“You two get your asses up to this station right now or there’ll be hell to pay.”

How did he know?

“We... really shouldn’t be driving, Sir.”

“Then walk.”

Whitehorse hung up.

Shit, he’s pissed off.

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It took so long for them to get out the door, let alone walk all the way to the police station. Staci didn’t even have his uniform, but he insisted that there would be a spare one at the station.

Rook had to stumble about getting ready, before getting the bright idea to shove some water and food in his bag, to cure their hangovers.

Never in his life had Rook shown up to work hungover. It seemed to be something of a pastime for Staci, however.

They arrived to their place of work in a cold sweat, panting and, in Staci’s case, with a little vomit round the mouth. He couldn’t keep it in for the whole walk.

Whitehorse was standing outside the door, looking like the prime example of an angry boss - arms crossed, brows furrowed and a hard stare.

Rook tried to straighten up a little more, trying to seem apologetic and professional, despite the obvious unprofessionalism here. Staci didn’t even bother, clinging on to his friend for dear life, not looking anywhere but the floor as he groaned.

They walked gradually up the steps, slowly past Whitehorse, who moved out the way, still glaring. Rook swallowed and rasped, “It won’t happen again, Sherriff.”

“Clean him up and get in my office in five minutes. Both of you.”

It didn’t take too long to guide Staci to the station’s bathroom to throw up again. Rook had to wipe his mouth and give him water.

“I’m not getting you changed, Pratt.”

Staci chuckled behind the roughness of his hangover.

“Feeling any better yet?”

Staci waved an arm at him, breathing heavily on the floor. “Much.”

Rook raised an eyebrow, not believing him even a little.

They got to the office in seven minutes, but Whitehorse didn’t give a shit by then. He sat in his chair, not saying a word, while the two young men stood on the other side of the desk. Rook shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the next, while Staci stood casually, weight leant on one foot, still looking ill.

“I just can’t believe you two.”

Silence filled the room around his words.

“How could you be so immature? You realise I could fire you, right? The only reason I refuse to is because we have so little staff, so much so that I told you to get your stupid faces down here even though I knew you would be useless today.”

“And also cos you love us, Sherriff.”

Rook kicked Staci so hard he almost fell over, and Whitehorse spun around in his chair, facing away from them, under the guise of being so disgusted by their behaviour, he had to look away.

In reality, he was trying to hide the smirk that tried to creep on his face.

“You do realise the Seeds are planning to come up here, yes?”

Both of them felt their hangovers cure in a split second. Or did they worsen?

“Wait, the culty ones?” Staci asked, as tactful as ever. Rook’s eyes widened to the size of small moons.

“Yes, the god-damn culty ones, Pratt! And you two boneheads decided to-”

He was cut off by the sound of a car pulling up to the station. The old man swiftly got up out of his seat and peered through the blinds, confirming his suspicions.

“Look. They’re here. I’ll punish your sorry asses later. Just get out there and stop looking like you drank the entire contents of the Spread Eagle.”

Staci had to pipe up again. “Actually, Sir, it was Aubrey's Dine-”

Whitehorse pushed them both towards the door, muttering something that sounded like “Get the fuck out, son.”

They hauled ass to their desks, flopping gratefully into their chairs, while Nancy shook her disapproving head at them the whole way.

As the door to the station opened, Rook chucked cold already-cooked hash brown leftovers over to Staci, who mouthed “Thank you!”, pretending to cry with relief.

Sure enough, John Seed walked through the door.

Rook’s head snapped down quickly, a burning sensation already coming up to his cheeks. He threw a bottle of water at his friend, aggressively, when he quietly wolf-whistled.

Rook hoped to Hell that John didn’t notice.

Unlucky for Rook. John always noticed as much as possible.

Before their eyes could meet, Whitehorse came out of his office, looking relaxed and composed. Rook had to give him credit - he could hardly tell he’d been seething literally just 30 seconds ago.

“Hey there, Mr. Seed.” Like the southern gentleman he was, he offered his hand, and John, being a master of politeness, took it immediately, a fake and gleaming smile already on his face.

“Hello there, Sherriff. I hope you weren’t waiting for me too long.”

“No, no, you’re just on time, Sir. Would you like to talk in my office?”

“I wish he was as polite as that a few minutes ago,” muttered Staci, around a mouthful of hash brown.

Rook tried not to giggle and focused on the pile of paperwork ready to be processed on his desk.

They didn’t come out of that office for a while, and the atmosphere turned from light and humorous to a little ominous. Rook glanced over to his friend, who looked surprisingly solemn, his light nature faded a little.

Rook would never admit that this scared him a little. Staci wasn’t fucking about when he said that the cult situation was serious, because he was clearly worried.

This new, worrying tension did not break after John finally stepped out of the office, a triumphant and slightly almost smug smile all over his face (Rook thought it looked vaguely vicious, and his attraction to this man somehow grew and withered at the same time), with Whitehorse following, a grim look of reluctant acceptance attached to him.

It was deathly silent as the three others in the room pretended to not be interested and got on with their work.

“May I use your bathroom before I go?” John enquired, ever-so-politely.

Rook was already giving Staci a death glare before he could even twist his head and see the suggestive smirk on his friends face.

Whitehorse threw him a tight smile. “Of course... Rookie, show him where it is, will ya?”

Staci didn’t even have the chance to do anything sexual with his face, because Rook had already stuffed another cold hash brown into his face, to stop anything unprofessional in the workplace.

He didn’t miss the quiet fake-moan around the god damn hash brown though, and he had to whack Staci round the head to shut him the hell up. John Seed witnessed this, much to the dismay of Rook.

Awkwardly, he led the handsome man away from the scene and the silence crept on them both - it made Rook a little embarrassed but John seemed just fine.

After a nervous gesture to the bathroom door, he stood there awkwardly, while John looked closely, head tilted slightly.

Rook stared down at the ground, not looking up until John realised he wasn’t going to make eye contact with him.

“I recognise you, don’t I?”

Rook slowly moved his eyes up, accidentally (or not?) letting them graze over John’s body as he finally met his eyes.

Man, those eyes. Those blue eyes.

Rook smiled an awkward smile, but felt a little fluttery feeling inside.

He recognises me. A thrill went through him.

“Well, I’ve seen you around Aubrey's Diner a few times... I didn’t realise you saw me.”

John flashed a smile - not a fake one, like before, but a genuine amusement at the cute little look on Rook’s face.

“Oh, I saw you, Mr...?”

“Rook. Rook Diamante.”

John tilted his head up slightly, a small smile playing upon his lips. “Hmm, Rook Diamante...” He said the words as if he were testing them out on his tongue, and finding he liked them.

Rook couldn’t help but grin a little at that sight. “And you’re John Seed, yeah?”

The older man nodded, watching Rook carefully.

Rook could guess what he was searching for.

And his mouth opened before he could stop himself.

“You’re apart of your brothers... group or something, right?”

John laughed. “Yes, I am apart of Eden’s Gate.”

Rook nodded, with a quiet “ahh”.

John couldn’t help the widening of his smile and the slow, long look that pulled down Rook’s body. John let his gaze linger on the curve of the other mans ass and thighs. An image of John touching these parts of him flashed through his mind and left his heart racing and skin flushing slightly.

Rook didn’t miss this. He felt a heat rise up in him and for a moment, Staci’s suggestive comments running through his mind, and, for a second, he felt the crazy urge to shove John into the bathroom stall and grind up on him.

John stepped a little closer, feeling the tension between them. “This may be a bit unprofessional but... would you like to go to Aubrey’s Diner together sometime?”

Rook thought he might take flight in excitement. It showed in his voice, as he flustered, in a breathy voice, “Y-yeah! That... I’d like that a lot, actually.”

John grinned at the cuteness. “Good. Here.” He produced a little card from his jacket pocket, which Rook took, curiously.

It had ‘John Seed’ printed on it, with a phone number.

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“This was such a bad idea.”

“No, it isn’t, dumbass!” Staci rolled his eyes, rummaging through Rook’s old box of nail varnish. Rook had already taken out some black nail varnish out and painted a few hours ago.

Staci took out a dark, dark red colour and hummed in appreciation. As he started casually painting his perfect nails, Rook tried to get out of his third outfit choice of the night.

Staci frowned at him. “Why are you taking off the jeans? They show off your ass. Trust me, he’d like that.”

Rook growled and threw them across the room in frustration. He stood there in his dark red underwear, similar to the colour Staci was putting on his nails. “How the fuck do I know what he likes? I don’t even know him.”

Staci didn’t look up. “Isn’t that the point of tonight? Getting to know him or some shit?”

Rook groaned. “I don’t even fucking know! We didn’t clarify... maybe he...” Rook swallowed down disappointment. “... maybe he just wants to be friends.”

Staci did look up then. “Are you being serious? How much of a dumbass are you?!”

Rook put his hands on his hips, his eyebrows raised, bottom lip between his teeth.

“What are you looking at me like that for? Did you even see the look he gave you when he left the station? You don’t look at friends like that.”

Rook stopped the sass and starting biting his black nails. Staci rolled his eyes again and got up. He smacked Rook’s hands away from his mouth, and reviewed the outfits at hand.

There was silence for a moment as Staci worked his magic and worked out the outfit like it was a puzzle.

“Your favourite colour is red, right?”

Rook nodded.

“Hmm. Good. Dark red is your colour. Mix it with black. Put on them black jeans again. They’re your colour and they make you look hot.”

Rook did what was instructed, making no noise in argument. While he put them on, Staci ruffled through a few t-shirts and shirts in Rook’s drawer, making thinking noises.

He chose a few options. He held a dark blue t-shirt in one hand and a dark red shirt with buttons in the other. “This is the part where you have to choose.”

Rook pouted. “Why can’t I wear my slutty black and red one?”

Staci flicked his forehead. “BECAUSE.”

There wasn’t much more of an explanation than that.

When Rook had gotten the red shirt on him, they both argued about what piercings to put in. Eventually, they decided on plain rings up the side of his ear, but none on his ear lobe, as Staci declared it “too much”. The eyebrow bar was included, although Staci um-ed and ah-ed over this for a while.

By the time Staci had finished his work, Rook’s tummy felt the dormant notion of anxiety and butterflies. He took a deep breath in and tried to apply logic to the situation, just as his parents taught him.

This wasn’t going to kill him. The worst that could happen is John rejecting him.

He’s in a cult. He might try and indoctrinate you.

Rook was horrified by the stirring from below he felt at that thought.

Staci practically pushed him out of the building, squeezing out after him. “Don’t think so much, just go fuck him.”

Rook nodded.

“And tell me if he kills you.”

Rook whacked him.

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John has the sense not to arrive in one of the white Eden’s Gate trucks, instead pulling up to Aubrey’s Diner in a sleek car that looked too fancy for the small county.

Rook raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall of the building, feeling excited.

I’ve got a rich boy on my hands, he thought, amused.

John gracefully slipped out of the car and locked it with a simple press of his keys, not looking away from Rook.

John was captured by the way Rook appeared to be so casual but dressed like he cared. He let himself wonder what the other man might look like with those jeans and that red shirt off of him, a little smirk pleasantly displayed on his face, obviously intended for Rook to pick up on it.

Rook grinned, pushing himself off of the wall and stepping closer, letting himself take in the pretty man right in front of him.

Suits were so John’s look, Rook couldn’t even handle it.

The older man flashed a small smile, and Rook smiled back at him.

“Shall we go in, Mr. Diamante?” John asked, teasingly.

Rook laughed a little. “You can call me Rook, Mr. Seed.”

John chuckled and slipped a hand on to Rook’s arm, making him shiver. Rook was a confident enough guy but this man was absolutely oozing it - he wondered what it might be like to have John in the bedroom.

Chill out, he only put his hand on your arm.

They walked in, finding a seat easily. Rook looked at the drink menu and offered one to John.

He smiled, something a little off about it. “I’m afraid I don’t drink.”

Rook could sense a backstory but would never ask on the first date. Date?

“Oh, I see. Would you prefer me not to as well?”

John hesitated and it was all Rook needed to confirm it.

Before John could respond and explain that he didn’t want to be responsible for Rook if he got too drunk to walk or respond, the waiter came over, giving John Seed a dirty look.

The locals don’t like him.

“I’ll have a milkshake please,” Rook requested, with a smile.

The waiter gave him a look that said “Are you five?” but Rook didn’t give a shit. If he couldn’t drink, he’d focus on something else addictive. Sugar.

John looked pleasantly surprised and felt just as grateful. After he ordered a coke with ice, the waiter scribbling it down reluctantly, he turned to Rook.

“You didn’t have to-”

“No way,” he said, simply, “I could tell you would get uncomfortable. And you’re much more important than alcohol.”

John smirked at the implications and Rook’s eyes widened.

“I just mean-! I meant that you deserve respect more than some drink. I came to see you, not the drinks, after all...” Rook tried to fight off the blushing.

John chuckled. “It’s ok, Rook. Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality.”

Rook lets out a laugh through his nose and shakes his head. “It’s only basic respect, dude.”

John laughed. “That’s quite hard to come by nowadays.”

Rook scoffed. “Oh, trust me, I’m aware!”

The next hour was filled with discussion about the horrendous dates that they had both been on. Rook explained about the disrespect and fetishization for being Mexican and trans, which John took in his stride. John, in turn, described being body shamed and being pursued as a sugar daddy, which made Rook shake his head.

“So...” Rook started slightly hesitant, “You really don’t mind about the whole trans thing?”

It was so important to check.

John smiled gently and slid his hand over to Rook’s, placing it over his comfortingly. “I really don’t mind. If it’s ok for me to mention... I have been with transgender people before. I try to learn everything I’m supposed to, to make them comfortable, you understand?”

Rook grinned back. “Look’s like I picked the right guy to be attracted to then.”

John huffed out a laugh and leaned forward, teasingly. “You chose to be attracted to me, did you?”

Rook chuckled, a hint of seductiveness in his voice, despite the cheesiness of his next statement. “Oh, I’d say it was more like it chose me. You’re just something, you know?”

John had to fight the childish blush that came up to his cheeks. “Why, thank you, Rook Diamante.”

Rook shivered and felt something twist pleasantly in his lower belly.

“And I promise you, I’m not one of those people who actively seek transgender people... what are they called? I’m sure they had a name...”

“Chasers.” Rook supplied, drinking through his straw.

“Right.” John nodded. “I don’t understand that. You’re not a piece of meat, you’re a person. While you’re certainly...” he blushed, looking away from Rook’s smirk, ”attractive... you don’t deserve that kind of creepiness.”

Rook chuckled and nodded. “Agreed. I understand having some kind of fetish or kink, don’t get me wrong...” he flicked his eyes up at John, smirking slightly, “but if it’s something like that, it gets creepy as fuck.”

John laughed. “Of course. And... how much do you understand having some kind of fetish or kink...?” The question was part teasing, part hopeful, and Rook was ready to get into it.

“What an inappropriate question, Mr. Seed!” He took another slurp of milkshake. “I do understand having kinks, yeah. What about you?”

He looked to John, curious to see what he says.

If he says he doesn’t have any, that man is a liar. Kink is written all over him.

John laughed, almost like he’d been caught out, with Rook giving him a “I know who you are” look.

“Yes, I have to say I do as well.”

Rook grinned and leaned forward. “Alright, man, pull out the list.”

John laughed hard, while Rook couldn’t help but giggle. His laughter was kind of contagious.

John stopped laughing and drank from his glass, still slightly chuckling around it. “Ok, I’ll indulge you. How about you suggest one and I’ll tell you which ones I... understand.”

Still grinning, Rook immediately pulled the first one he could think of. “Power play.”

“Yes.”

Rook called it. “Are you usually the submissive one or the dominant one?”

Gotta be a Dom right?

John smiled. “Well, I enjoy being either but... I gotta say, being a submissive is my preference.”

Wow, I was wrong. My fault for presuming, I guess.

John chuckled at the badly-hidden surprise on Rook’s face. “What about you, my handsome companion?”

Rook blushed and grinned. “Similar to you - I think I’d like being either, but...” He looked up right into John’s eyes. “I definitely would prefer being the Dominant one.”

John’s eyes flushed with something heated and his leg moved almost independently from him, to brush up firmly against Rook’s. Rook felt the urge to drag him into the bathroom again.

He liked that. Oh my God, he liked that.

John continued to rub his leg against Rook’s inner thigh, slightly but ever-so-noticeable.

“Continue.” he whispered, gazing at Rook.

The younger man swallowed and tried to breathe naturally. “Ok. Choking?”

“Yes.”

Rook chuckled, breathlessly. “That was quick.”

An image of his hand around John’s throat popped into his head and his eyes flicked from his hand to John’s neck, trying to suss out whether or not it would be a perfect fit.

Only one way to find out...

Rook shook his head to snap out of it and tried to keep up the conversation. “Me too.”

John looked at him expectantly.

“Piss?” Rook blurted out, without thinking.

John couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Sort of? I can be into the power part of it, but it’s only really something I do if the person I’m with is particularly hot and particularly into it. What about you, Rook?”

Rook shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s not something I would like to try.”

John nodded, smiling slightly. He was sensing a pattern in Rook’s speech, the way in which he was referring to these interests of theirs.

“Ok, something extreme. Knife and gun play?”

John breathed in through his nose, leaning back to take in the question, but not taking his leg away from Rook’s. “Now that’s quite a prompt.”

Rook laughed and looked into his second milkshake - banana, this time, instead of strawberry. Chocolate was next. “I’m sorry if that was too much.”

John chuckled, slowly and seductively. “No, no, darling.” Rook felt that feeling in his belly again. “In fact, that is exactly my speed.”

Rook watched him. “So? You... understand it, right?”

John nodded. “Oh yes, I definitely understand it.”

“I think I’d like to try them. It kind of tracks that I would like it.” He laughed awkwardly.

John leaned in, ready to ask the question he wanted to. “You don’t have to answer but it might be important if you feel like...” He pushed his knee further up Rook’s thigh, “taking this a little further.”

Rook leaned in too, somehow not scared.

“Are you a virgin, Rook? Or have you simply not done anything kink related?”

Rook blushed very hard. He knew this would have to come up at some point, and he wasn’t embarrassed, not really. But he was still a touch nervous, even if he didn’t think John would mind.

“Well, honestly, I’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me.” It was cheeky and playful but, underneath, Rook was hoping John would take it lightly.

John chuckled, and placed his hand on Rook’s thigh too. “Oh, you handsome man, I think I would adore teaching you.”

Rook flushed with something lustful. “My place or yours?”

John laughed, almost with shock. “You’re eager, aren’t you?”

The younger man leaned closer and placed his hand on John’s chin, tilting it up slightly. “Only for you, pretty boy.”

John felt that the heat had built up too much for him to not say the next words. “Are you ok with your place?”

“Yes.”

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John drove them to Rook’s place, in warm silence that promised something hot as soon as they got inside somewhere with a bed or any other surface. Every so often, Rook would give directions and, every so often, John would turn to Rook quickly and give him a look that promised the best sex of his life.

When they pulled in to Rook’s place, there was a relaxed but hurried atmosphere. Rook wrapped an arm around John’s waist, and guided him to the door.

John grinned when Rook tried to open the door with his key, purposely placing himself behind him, pressed up against him, hands on Rook’s hips. The younger man looked back for a moment and glared playfully and John laughed.

“You’d better behave, pretty boy.”

John breathed in hard, taken aback but now a little hard at the idea of this man giving him a punishment for his bad behaviour.

He leaned in to whisper in Rook's ear, breath tickling his skin. "You're very much mistaken if you think I'm the type to behave."

Rook whipped round very quickly, the door now open, and swiftly drew John's head close to his. As Rook bit the soft skin of John's earlobe, he heard John's breathing become more erratic.

"And you are severely mistaken if you think I'd let that slide."

And he pulled John inside.

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Ok so that was that!

If you want the actual sex scene, I might post it on my ao3 for ya to read. I'm going to post this one too.

I hope that was okay, if you feel something was done wrong, let me know! :)

#far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfiction #fanfic #john seed x male deputy #john seed #male deputy

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gxmergurl · 1 year

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I like your blog and oc! I have a question (i have read to much deep into your blog, so maybe this is already stated or answered) how did the other siblings react to lucas and joseph? Or do they not know?

First of all, thank you anon! I'm glad you like this blog and Lucas!! ❤��❤️

I think I did mention this before somewhere but I will gladly answer any and all questions regarding Lucas so no worries. This is pretty long, sorry about that I like talking about Lucas and how him and the heralds interact and I went on a bit of a tangent, sorry about that!!!

In the beginning they were all really skeptical of Lucas and didn't understand why Joseph would 1) save his life when Lucas just tried to take his and 2) why he would let him go and do as he pleases. They trust Joseph and his decisions but were all still on the fence about trusting him or not.

Faith hated him in the beginning. She also let him know, seeing as she knew what it was like being in the close circle and not related to Joseph but chosen by him. She was telling him how he would be replaced some day when he wasn't useful anymore. Lucas didn't give up though and after meeting her a few times, seeing that Lucas only wants to save those close to him because they didn't have a choice like he had (and the fact that he's allergic to Bliss so it's a whole different story) she starts to warm up to him. And since he isn't replacing her or anything like that and instead acts more like the big brother she never had she grows fond of him. She's pretty chill with Joseph and Lucas getting together since she sees how much Joseph means to Lucas and that they would risk a lot for each other.

John hates Lucas. He just does. He hates that Lucas means so much to Joseph. He hates that he's getting special treatment. And yet he loves Lucas in a weird way. Lucas is a dick to him, they have matching energies. They fuck each other over in everything, always sabotaging each other. And yet they will never seriously injure each other. They hate each other but care for each other. Lucas can't help but tease him and sees a lot of behavior his baby sister also had when it comes to John so he can't help but do it. He saves John multiple times when he could have easily killed him. He also saves John from being shot by Joey as he walks in front of the gun, making his best friend hate him as he dragged her out fo the bunker leaving it standing with John inside, alive. John is forever grateful for it. He's kind of jealous of Joseph for being with Lucas but he'll never admit it. He hates that Joseph is able to bend the rules as he wants and hin and the others aren't. And yet he'll never let anyone know.

Jacob doesn't feel strongly about Lucas. He does find it admirable that he is so strong willed and a good fighter. Out of the three heralds he's the only one to not hate him at first. He gives Lucas some more training, especially close combat, and teaches him how to handle more weaponry. He doesn't care that Lucas and Joseph are together. He is happy that his brother is happy and knows how much Lucas cares for Joseph from just watching them interact and the way Lucas behaves. He also is the only one to understand the PTSD Lucas experiences, since it's also combat related so they bodn over that. They also bond over being the oldest brother and having to take too much responsibility at a young age.

Hope this answers your question! I'm always ready to answer every question you guys might have!

#far cry 5 #oc: lucas taylor #oc: deputy lucas taylor #far cry 5 deputy #joseph seed #far cry oc #jacob seed #joseph seed/male deputy #john seed #faith seed #Far cry headcanon

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lulu2992 · 11 months

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I found more deleted dialog in the Far Cry 5 oasisstrings file!

The scene below is called “GAM_LT01_005_Loading”, was going to take place during the mission “The Cleansing” (it’s what “LT01_005” means), and involves cultists talking. “GAM” suggests it was “in-game dialog”, in the sense that it wasn’t part of a cutscene (in this case, it would be “CIN”), and despite what the word “Loading” suggests, I doubt it was a loading screen. Maybe the scene was about cultists loading people into a truck to drive them to their Cleansing; I’m not sure and sadly don’t have any more information. I don’t know if this was one conversation or a series of short ones, either.

CSM stands for “Cult Security Male”, CFM means “Cult Follower Male”, and CFF is short for “Cult Follower Female”:

CSM2: John Seed wants them alive. CFF2: That's the deputy. We're gonna let them live? CSM2: This person killed my cousin! I forgive them. CFF3: They're still breathing, right? CFF2: Good. Now all we gotta deal with is the resistant ones. CFM3: Orders are to bring them to John Seed. CSM2: Do you know how many innocent people this deputy killed? Your brothers and sisters! CFF2: Does it make a difference if they really live or die? CSM2: They are going to be baptized. CFF3: That's no deputy! That's a demon! CFF2: We keep them alive. We bring them to John. CFM3: We bring the deputy to John. CFF2: Is The Father coming here for the deputy? CSM2: I don't know. CFF2: That one arrested the father. That's the one. CFF3: John Seed will take care of them. CSM2: The deputy can't be redeemed. CFF2: The Father says everyone can be redeemed. CFF3: They waking up? CFF2: No way. The amount I gave them was enough to knock out a horse.

Nothing groundbreaking, as you can see, but unreleased content is always interesting to me, so I wanted to share this :)

#the sound files are missing but the subtitles still exist #far cry 5 #the deputy #john seed #joseph seed #it’s interesting they mention joseph coming #are they saying that because they saw him and know he’s here?#or because he occasionally shows up at baptisms and they wonder if he’ll come to this one?

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i-love-hot-men-in-video-games · 5 months

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I did a charater analysis on John Seed Pt. 2

John is the only Herald that doesn't kill anyone, severely maime, yes, but he doesn't kill, out of all the Heralds, he actually gives people the choice to confess to him right away without harm. Jacob, it's either do as you're told and kill, or die, and with Faith, it's either join or become a braindead Angel. John has destroyed people's houses, but not before warning them to get out, for example; Grace Armstrong's home was destroyed by John, but she's still alive. John is also the only one to not kill the Deputy's allies. Jacob; Eli. Faith; Virgil & Marshall. Joseph; Dutch. He may have severely hurt Nick, but at least John gave him the choice. While the Deputy is tied up, waiting for John to come back to the confession room, he doesn't come back, even if you sit and wait for him, he just doesn't come back. Which implies that maybe he wants the Deputy to actually escape... he even makes comments like "The doors are closing Deputy, last chance to leave!" and "...if you stay here, I will bleed your little princess like a stuck pig." There is a note in the clinic you can read about Mary May, basically she had gotten a tattoo from John, but no other scars. So John never hurt Mary, even says it in the book of Absolution; a FarCry Novel. So John does give people chances, even multiple as John wrote multiple letters to Nick, pleading with him to join. So to say the least, John is a somewhat fair person, he also seems to go easier on the Females rather than the Males. During the cutscene of John's death, he becomes very genuine with us, questioning us to stop and think "What if Joseph is right?" he also says that the world is on the brink of destruction, you can feel it. When John laughs, "Look at the headlines, look who's in charge", he smiles... and out of all the times John has smiled at us, this one seems the most genuine. When John says "You don't understand, you don't believe, you don't care!" John pleads to us with genuine worry in his voice and it's written on his face. Just before John dies, he says this... "May God have mercy on your soul." John shows us that even though we've done so much wrong to him and the people of Eden's Gate, he still wishes for God to go easy on us... John hasn't done that with anyone, not even Mary May which he likes so much. I believe John also says this because he knows he may go to hell, and he doesn't wish that upon the Deputy...

Now that We've looked at everything, let's see a comparison to what people think John is, VS what he really is.

Personified John

A Monster

A Creep

A Charismatic Liar

Sadistic/Narcissistic

Heartless

Soulless

Psychopath

Control Freak

Scary

Joseph's Puppet

Has an Inferiority Complex

Selfish

Mean

Terrible taste in interior decorating

Terrible cook (because him and his brothers made watery mac n cheese)

lustful

Stupid Rich

Successful

Real John

Broken

Deeply Scarred

Lies to hide who he is

Slight PTSD

Deeply Caring\Deeply Loving

Doesn't know what reciprocated love feels like.

Feels like a Failure.

Is afraid of Joseph and disappointing him.

Feels like a disappointment.

Actually has unique taste in interior decorating (he's a real estate lawyer, what do you expect?)

Gives people many chances for redemption/atonement.

Tries to 'earn' Joseph's love.

Doesn't know how to cook (grew up in a home that mainly ordered fancy foods or probably had a personal chef.)

Uses sex to forget the pain of his childhood.

Feels like he needs to hurt people for failing him in getting a good home.

Feels like he's nothing without his sins (which is why he continues to try and drown people and severely hurt them.)

Is left-handed

Severely abused physologically.

Loves the color blue.

Loves Planes, specifically the P-51 Mustang 9 (possibly got the idea from the movie Dr. Strangelove. It has the P-51 Mustang plane in it. John also whistles the song "We'll Meet Again" which plays at the end of the movie. Possibly John's favorite movie and song.)

Would love to stare at the stars with someone because he loves the sky.

Would be forever in your debt if you made him dinner (food his how you show love in the south, and since he was possibly never made a homecooked meal, he would be very greatful.)

100% would read Dark Romance & Smut...

Personality type is EsTJ-T.

Gets lost in the country side because of the very little road markers. (He's too far used to the city.)

Likes Gourmet dishes but would rather have a homecooked meal.

Would be terrified of kids and only tolerate them. (secretely loves them from a distance.)

Wouldn't know true love if it slapped him in the face.

Would actually make a great lover.

Severe trust issues

Appears like a stuck-up Narc. but actually loaths himself.

If he did see that the Person truly loves him, he would hug them tightly and start crying because he never thought he could ever be truly loved/loved unconditionally.

Is literally the representation of Famine because he was starved of love his whole life.

Just wants someone to love him for him.

In conclusion to all of this, John is just a man who needs proper guidance, therapy, and love.

#John Seed #farcry5

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yeuphoric · 9 days

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╰ * some fandom based / fandom inspired plots i'm looking to write here or on discord. if you're interested, please shoot me a message & i'll get back to you asap !

bratz . i have yasmin & sasha so would love to have a cloe & jade for a fun lil mumu. we could explore them travelling the world, being influencers, and also getting into hijinks just like in the show / movies / games. we could also include some of the supporting characters like their love interests and enemies and other friends. idk just an indulgent and nostalgic vibe because everyone was doing barbie plots not so long ago but i was always a bratz girlie and felt like i was missing out on the fun lol.

greek mythology . pretty open to ideas for this, would prefer it not to be set in a specific fandom though. i'm down for it being historical, a modern au, a fantasy style au ( think g.ame of t.hrones, etc. ), anything really ! i have a.pollo, h.ephaestus, p.ersephone, p.oseidon, & z.eus, but i'm happy to explore others depending on what we decide the plot to be. dark & potentially t.aboo themes welcome for this but not expected.

yellowjackets . right now, i'd like to do an oc plot / mumu inspired by it as i'm already a part of a canon rp for it. we could just throw a bunch of our ocs into a survival situation and see how they go or just focus on one particular dynamic among the chaos. also, i'd love to do something where we explore the different timelines, such as them while they're stranded and then them after they've been rescued or even 10 / 15 / 20 + years down the line when they've " moved on " but end up being forced to confront it all again. i'm down to include a mix of female & male muses in this, and i'd be down for it getting dark & d.ead d.ove.

alien . i'm just obsessed with the idea of a group of muses being on a spaceship for work / a new life and then crazy things start happening and shit goes south. friendships breaking, new alliances forming, paranoia and suspicion is high, resource hoarding, a lil bit of love and lust along the way. something along those lines. bonus points for token android character who is treated like trash by some of the crew, and maybe they actually are bad and the one behind all the chaos, or maybe they're good and trying their hardest to ensure the survival of the crew ( double points if there's one crew member in particular they develop a soft spot for ).

rdr2 . outlaws on the run pls !!! it can be two outlaws running from their past, an outlaw and someone they pick up on the way, or a whole gang of muses that are up to no good / starting a new life / trying to evade the law. again, would prefer this to be fandomless but with similar vibes to the game.

cyberpunk 2077 . anything !!! i just need a futuristic plot that is set in a backdrop of crime, unrest, and poverty that's covered up by ever evolving tech, garish neon lights, and looming buildings owned by corporations. a city of dreams but also death and decay. would love something inspired by v & johnny but honestly i'm game for anything.

far cry 5 . i have john seed as a muse so if anybody is down for john x deputy things ..... ??? but i also just fuck with the idea of there being a family cult that take over and control a town / county and from that, a person / group rising up to save their friends and home. religious, dark, & d.ead dove themes welcome.

baldur's gate 3 . i haven't finished the game yet ( i'm on act 3 ) so ideally nothing canon but i'm obsessed w the fantasy adventure vibes lately so a plot / mumu inspired by the chaos & unpredictability of it would be chef's kiss.

animal crossing new horizons . something cute & fun to welcome in the summer. based on a tropical island ? all arriving as strangers but forming a community to create a new home for themselves ?? relationships blossoming, businesses & services starting up, tasty lil slices of daily life ??? making our own ocs based on villagers / npcs from the game ????

#indie smut rp #indie oc rp #indie rp #1x1 rp #indie discord rp #╰ * wanted : ⧽ plot .

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 1 year

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Idk if you've gotten this ask before, but I was wondering if you could possibly do the seeds with a trans male reader (non deputy if that's ok) who's pre op and dealing with general dysphoria?

I haven't gotten an ask like this yet and I absolutely can! I decided to do small headcanons and short snippet-fics for each of them, hope that format's okay! <3

Firstly If you wear binders he is ready to buy you every brand of binder on the market until you find one you like and when you do he'll fill your closet with as many as you want in every colour available.

If binders don't work for you then he's getting you clothes custom fitted to help give you a flatter look and a billion jackets/hoodies that are stylish as well as Big.

John understands the importance of the Comfort Hoodie and will always have a spare in his car or stashed somewhere in case you go somewhere without one and get hit with a sudden wave of dysphoria.

He will be over the moon if you steal a pair of his boxers, he'll get you your own but seeing you wear his drives him insane.

If you have bottom dysphoria he'll get you as many packers as you want/need, he's got the cash he's gonna use it to help you be as comfortable as possible.

If it's just a particularly bad day he'll cancel all his meetings and other obligations to cuddle and help you through it.

He will have all your comfort movies at the ready, your favourite snacks and drinks lined up and he'll bathe you in loving reassurance until he loses his voice.

John adores you and your body and he'll remind you of that and that he'll love you and your body no matter what point in your transition you're at.

John's number one priority is making sure you're feeling as okay as possible during these moments so if you need more physical affection he will stick to you like glue.

If you need some physical distance you will be wrapped in a blanket burrito and he'll relent to just giving you cheek kisses and playing with your hair.

If you need some words of affirmation he's got that covered too, you are his gorgeous boyfriend and he wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone in the world!

If you voice some insecurities you have John will be ready to dismantle each one of them and though he can't make them vanish he can do his best to give you sweet affirmations and reminders.

He will also just listen if that's what you want but he's got a million different ways to tell you how perfect you are and comfort you about anything he can't actively help with.

That said I am a firm believer he would offer to pay for any surgeries you may want in the future and if you're scared of surgery he would assure you he'd only get the best surgeon and find a way to be there with you. (John paying off the hospital to be in the room during the surgery? it's more likely than you think.)

Overall John is very big on comfort and assurance and making sure you feel loved and desired when you're not feeling your best.

You bury yourself further into the quilt John had brought down from the bedroom, the cold weather allowing the surplus of fabric covering you to be rather cosy and comfortable. That was about the only thing that was comfortable right now, your mind buzzing and stomach churning with discomfort as you tried to disappear into the plush leather couch. You knew the moment you woke up today was going to be rough, you'd avoided the bathroom mirror at all costs and piled on your comfort clothes one after the other.

You tried to focus on the movie John had put on for you, one of your favourites playing on the screen of the old tv you'd convinced him to get. Despite the project's outlook on technology John prioritised your wants and needs to an extent, an old shitty tv and dvd player surely wouldn't hurt anyone. Everything on the screen was bleary, you could barely focus on anything going on. You close your eyes, brows furrowing as that ever present dreadful feeling weighs you down into the cushions. This sucked, it sucked a lot.

"Did I miss anything?"

John's familiar cadence dances through the air, cutting through the static that had been clogging your eardrums and you shake your head gently, keeping your eyes closed. You hear the sound of him placing your mugs on the coffee table before feeling a gentle pressure on your forehead; John's lips pressed against your skin

"How are you feeling my darling boy? Any better?" He murmurs just as gently, resting his forehead against yours and caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You blink open your eyes to see he was kneeling in front of you, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the table behind him. It's such a small thing, but paired with the way he called off all his plans for the day and the way he'd been taking care of you all morning the gesture makes your heart melt. You finally meet his adoring gaze and feel a small bit of the heaviness lift off your chest.

"Not really." You answer honestly, worming your hand out of the bundle of fabric to grab John's hand and press a small kiss to his palm.

"I really appreciate you trying to help though." You mutter and nuzzle your cheek against his palm as you offer your gratitude for his actions, a small smile gracing your face as his becomes almost lovestruck.

"Anything for you love, let me know if you need anything at all." He presses another kiss to your forehead and you lightly tug him forward.

"Cuddles would be nice."

As soon as the words leave your mouth John is standing and maneuvering himself under the quilt with you, his lean form curling around you and his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him. You try to focus on the warmth his body provides and the sweet kisses he presses against your neck and shoulder and nothing else. You place your hands over his, letting him intertwine your fingers together and smiling as he gently runs his thumb over your knuckles.

"Thank you for staying home with me, I know you've been super busy lately." You say as you play with his hand idly, the closeness offering a small bit of comfort. Feeling John's heartbeat against your back felt grounding and you really appreciated it.

"Never too busy for you darling, I'd choose being home with you over everything else, you know that." He hums, pressing a kiss behind your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I do. Still, thank you." You repeat the sentiment and John chuckles, squeezing your hand gently.

"Of course."

Faith's first solution always involves offering to give you a small hit of bliss, can't feel dysphoric when you're high and hallucinating I guess?

If that doesn't sound like a bad idea she will take super close care of you while you're blissed, I imagine you'd mostly just cuddle the entire time while she plays with your hair and peppers your face in kisses.

If you are not a fan of that idea no problem, she will offer lots of physical and verbal affection and other ideas!

She'll happily ditch her duties to spend the day to dot on you (as well using it as an excuse to relax and spend time with her favourite person; you).

Faith is a little more laid back when it comes to affection and reassuring you, she doesn't lay it on as thick as John but she lets you know she's there for you and ready to do whatever you need.

She goes more for the distraction approach, taking your mind off of it one way or another.

She'd suggest a few things; making out, going for a picnic, going with her to check bliss and angel production, etc.

She's content staying home and giving you her sole attention but if getting you out of the house and doing something else helps she's happy to do that!

She has a million nicknames for you as it is but she'll pull out all the complimentary and gender affirming ones, as well as giving you a thousand more kisses than usual.

If you feel comfortable sharing any of your insecurities that come with your dysphoria she'll do her best to remedy what causes them as much as possible (the ones she's able to anyway).

She'll convince John buying you binders/packers will help with project productivity and sneakily get you anything else you need.

She has one old oversized hoodie she used to wear a lot and she will give it to you if you want it, it smells like gingerbread and weed but it's cosy!

On that note she still makes great weed brownies and it's an alternative to bliss she will also offer to make lol.

Above all else she will listen if you need to vent and hold you if you need to get any frustration tears out, she understands it can get overwhelming and she makes sure she's there for you as long as you need.

I also hc Faith may be a teeny bit nonbinary perhaps so she'd have a better grasp on it than the boys do and wouldn't need as much explanation on it from the get go.

Faith swings your intertwined hands between you as you walk, humming a happy tune as you both make your way up the grassy hill. You try to match her energy, smiling whenever she looks over at you, but she can tell your hearts not really in it. It's hard to shake the discomfort stiffening all your joints, making every movement robotic and difficult. You were layered up, more than necessary for the current weather, Faith's old ratty hoodie peeking out underneath your jacket.

In your free hand is a small picnic basket, where Faith got it from you didn't know and you didn't bother asking. You'd had fun preparing snacks for you both to bring on this impromptu picnic, admittedly you'd been ready to lay in bed and be a formless slug all day but the fresh air was nice. And as you reach the top of the hill you note the view of The Henbane River was beautiful too, definitely worth the small trek here.

Faith lets go of your hand, giddily bouncing to your other side to steal the checkered blanket from the basket. You smile as she twirls around, the blanket soaring through the air with the swing of her arms and landing on the grass somewhat neatly. After fixing the corners Faith excitedly pats the red and white fabric, looking up at you with shining eyes. You sit down next to her, almost dropping the basket as she leaps onto you and steals a messy kiss.

You chuckle against her lips, laughing as she peppers a few more kisses to your face before cuddling up to your side and pulling the basket closer.

"Okay one very cute heart shaped brownie for my very cute boyfriend—and one for me!" Faith sings happily, handing you one of the chocolate treats before taking a bite of her own. She hums in delight, resting her head on your shoulder as she savors the sweetness. You take a smaller bite of your own, it was good and the fact you and Faith had made them together made it even more satisfying.

This was a nice distraction, it didn't completely take your mind off of the negative fog clouding your mind but it was better than nothing. You felt better than you had earlier, the outfit change and flurry of compliments from Faith boosting your mood a little bit. You appreciated her taking the time to do this with you, especially ditching work half way through. You knew she hated leaving things unfinished but once she saw you she'd thrown everything down and given you her sole attention.

"We should've brought whip cream." Faith muses, taking another appreciative bite of her brownie. You chuckle and lean your head against hers, looking out over the hill and shimmering water below.

"There's always next time."

"Mm, oh! Next time we should do it at night, near the waterfall you took me to that one time." Faith suggests, a small sparkle to her eye as she lifts her head to meet your eyes. The thought is cute, it would be kind of romantic. If you ignore all the bugs that come out of the woodwork at night anyway.

"Sure, sounds like fun." You smile, mind drifting to that very waterfall and the mental image of Faith stripping and diving into the cold water. You wouldn't mind seeing that again.

"Good, it's a date loverboy." Faith grins and you roll your eyes gently at the pet name, smiling as Faith giggles and pulls you into another kiss.

Jacob may be the oldest and not be super well versed in the gender area but he doesn't need to be to take care of you when you're feeling dysphoric!

If there's any outward force affecting your dysphoria and he can control it in any way he will eliminate whatever it is, no questions asked.

He'll lend you any of his shirts or jackets if you think that'd help, he's not as ready to ditch work so he'll try to minimise your discomfort until he's done.

He's not big on nicknames aside from a stray one here and there but he'll toss a "c'mere handsome," out and hold an arm out to you if he notices you caging in on yourself.

He'll hold you close and press a kiss to your temple every now and then, he's not a verbally comfort you kinda guy so it's the best he can do.

He might try to give you some small tasks if he thinks that'll distract you but if you don't want to be around any of the other project members he'll ask you to read any letters from his siblings that he procrastinates getting to himself.

Once you're both home and alone he'll either walk you both straight to bed or see if a shower is welcomed (Most of the time the last thing you want is to be naked when dysphoric but having Jacob tenderly run his hands down your body with the sole intent to take care of you could be really healing if you're comfy with that).

When you're in bed he'll hold you to his chest and it'll feel like you're cuddled up to a giant teddy bear, he'll listen if you need to talk it out or just hold you while you stay silent.

I hc 'I love you' is a tough thing for Jacob to say so depending on how bad he can tell it is this time around he'll mumble, "You're my boy," or "I got you," into your hair as he rubs comforting circles into your back.

You might have to be more direct with Jacob if you need anything specific from him, like specific reassurances or anything like that he'll need a lil nudge.

When he does give verbal reassurance though you can be sure he means every word he says, he doesn't repeat himself so it's very firm quick reassurances followed by prolonged physical contact.

Cuddling with judges may not help with your dysphoria but it may cheer you up and he has three that he keeps at the centre and they'd all love you so. Yanno.

(He'd also be happy to let you steal some of his boxers, he basically doesn't mind sharing everything with you. He definitely won't say no to seeing you in his camo boxers.)

You watched Jacob's sturdy back with a wavering gaze, your fingers digging into your biceps as you sat on the bed tucked away in the corner of his office. You'd come in a few minutes prior, not giving Jacob more than a kiss to his scarred cheek before bee-lining for the bed. You'd wanted to fall into his arms and be held like nothing else but you also didn't want to get in the way of his work. You know he didn't like being distracted, even though he reminded you gruffly once you were always a welcomed one.

You shift your gaze to your shoes, hiding half of your face behind your knees. You were upset, the sudden wave of discomfort and the constant itch under your skin coming out of nowhere and sending you into a small spiral. Luckily Jacob's chosen had been none the wiser and you'd been able to slip away without much hassle. You really wanted to go home and hide under a thousand layers of blankets but you also didn't really want to be alone.

"I'm almost done here, you good to leave soon?"

At the sound of Jacob's voice you lift your head, he was still facing away, looking down at some blueprints and shuffling through paperwork.

"Yeah, ready when you are." You reply, trying not to sound too eager as you rest your chin on your jeans. Jacob glances back at you, as if hearing something in your tone you hadn't yourself noticed and you feel bear under his gaze. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made you feel seen. His blue eyes were always so calculated, like he was breaking down battle plans every second. But right now they were soft, gentle.

"C'mere," He makes a small motion with his head, beckoning you over with an outstretched arm. You feel almost embarrassed that he clocked you so quickly, but also so thankful that he did. You slide off the bed and walk over to him, ducking under his arm and wrapping your arms around his waist. Jacob holds you to his chest and presses a kiss to your hair as you lay your head against his collar bone.

Being in his arms helps, you feel some of the tension leave your shoulders and you melt against him, closing your eyes and listening to the steady thrum of his heart. You can hear Jacob shuffling through the paperwork again, the hand on your shoulder rubbing mindless circles that soothe you. He doesn't say anything else, just holds you close while finishing up his work. You don't mind, you didn't want to have to explain your sudden mood shift right now anyway.

Not that you'd need to, this had happened enough times Jacob could figure it out on his own. You appreciated the silent understanding, it was refreshing like most things in your relationship. Jacob lightly squeezes your shoulder when it's time to go and you reluctantly let him go, his arm slips off your shoulders but his hand stops to catch your chin.

"Anyone I gotta take care of before we go?" The question is simple, the meaning clear and you can't help but smile at his usual protectiveness shining through his tough exterior. He really was sweet on you.

"Nah, just my head." You assure him, grabbing his wrist gently and tracing the scarred skin gently. He holds your gaze for a second before leaning forward to press a firm kiss to your lips. It's greatly appreciated and you melt into him, resting your hands on his chest. You lean forward as he leans back, chasing his lips and pouting as he steps out of your reach.

"Hold that thought." He smirks and you roll your eyes, walking to the doors of his office to wait for him. You would, and you expected him to pick it up when you got home.

King of body worship and praise coming through, he will be the one to notice you're not feeling great the fastest.

If you shy away from his touch or your body language is more closed than usual he'll take you somewhere private before asking you what's wrong and what he can do to help.

He has a better time wrapping his head around dysphoria than Jacob but he obviously can't understand the intricacies of it fully. He tries his best and always treats the subject with utmost respect.

I figure after a while he'll have a plan for how to go about your dysphoria, firstly getting you away from any crowds and into more comfortable clothes.

He sees you as his number one priority besides the project so if he takes a day off to dot on you no harm is done, everyone understands you come first to him.

On that note everyone in the project is very respectful of you as well, being Joseph's partner makes you like The Father 2 so they hold you on a similar pedestal.

Joseph will spend the entire day bathing you in love, affection, reassurance and comfort. He barely ever leaves your side and if he does it's to get you something or allow you to do whatever you need to do.

He'll cradle your face in his hands and gaze at you with the most loving look on his face, muttering about how lucky he is that god gifted you to him and that he has the privilege to be the one to comfort you in these moments.

Unlike Faith he doesn't have to be sneaky about asking John to buy you any binders/packers, you're family and he expects everyone to value your comfort as much as his or their own.

I hc he has a phobia of hospitals now due to his past and he'll be wary of surgery but he'll fully support you if that's in your future plans, because he might be scared but you being able to take that step to be happier in your body is more important.

Also if you'll allow him he'll appreciate/worship every inch of you from head to toe, with his tender caresses, soft kisses, gentle words murmured against your skin; anything to let you know your body is worthy of all that love and appreciation.

He's probably the best for verbal comfort, he somehow knows just the right things to say and always reminds you your body and soul are so precious and he'll be with you until they align how you need them too and long after that as well. He is on this journey with you!

And of course any of your insecurities are going to be met with reassurances and any comfort he can provide, if you cry he'll wipe away your tears and hold you as close to him as humanly possible.

He hates seeing you in any kind of pain so he'll try his best to keep your mind off of it and your mood relatively level if he can.

As soon as you step through the door Joseph pulls you into a tight hug, all the tension and frustration bubbles over and you let your tears fall freely against his shirt. You cling to the white fabric and he shushes you gently, cooing a string of comforting words into your hair as he rubs small circles into your back and rocks you both gently. The day had started off so great, you'd helped Joseph prepare for his morning sermon and sat off to the side with Faith during it. Watching your boyfriend give his passionate speech with nothing but love flowing through you.

Then as you were seeing people off you caught sight of yourself in a car window and felt your mood drop instantly. The button up you chose to wear was a bit more form fitting than you'd realised in your rush out the door and even if it was barely noticeable you noticed. You felt yourself shrivel in on yourself and had stayed hidden away behind Joseph for the rest of the goodbyes.

Joseph had noticed immediately your change in posture and attitude, using his frame as a shield as you offered more timid smiles to the project members who addressed you. He finished up as quickly as he could, asking John to take care of everything else as he walked you to his car.

Now here you were, clinging to him as you sobbed into his shoulder. You didn't know why it had affected you so much but it had and you wanted to crawl back into bed and hide away. You feel one of Joseph's hands lift up to cradle the back of your neck, lips pressing against your forehead as he continues to sway you gently.

"You're alright my sweet boy, i'm right here," Josephs coos gently, the words melting into your skin comfortingly. You try to take deep breaths, focusing on his words and his soothing voice other than the thoughts swirling in your head. Slowly you calm down enough to stop crying, when lift your head you feel a tad guilty over the wet patch on Joseph's shirt. He's completely unbothered by it though, more concerned about wiping the tears off of your cheeks and cradling your face in his hands.

"I'm sorry." you croak out weakly, Joseph quickly shaking his head and resting his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to apologise for my dear, i'm here if you want to talk about it. We can wash your face and get dressed into something more comfortable first if you'd like?" He suggests and you nod feebly, holding onto his forearms for stability. The crying left you feeling exhausted and you let Joseph guide you to the bathroom, appreciating that he kept a soothing hand on your back as you avoided looking at the mirror and washed your face.

When you get to the bedroom Joseph heads to the dresser and pulls out the baggy clothes you always default too on bad days. Despite the mood drop you feel your heart swell as he dutifully arranges them on the bed for you, his blue eyes full of nothing but care as they focus on you once again. He steps back over to you and you fall into his arms, tucking your head under his chin and closing your eyes. You were thankful you'd found Joseph, in these small moments more than ever.

#far cry 5 x reader #john seed x reader #joseph seed x reader #jacob seed x reader #faith seed x reader #M!Reader Tag #Oneshot Tag #Headcannon Tag #hope this is okay! obviously based somewhat on how I deal w/feel abt my dysphoria but I hope it's general enough to relate too #kept these sfw as well but they'd all be down to help out in other ways iykwim

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strafethesesinners · 1 year

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for the NSFW ficlet: Cooper and John and bondage

You got it! Thanks for sending one in! below the cut for nsfw

John shuddered as he felt Cooper's lube-slicked fingers enter him. He arched up to match Cooper's movements, wrists straining against the leather straps that bound him to the bed. Blindfolded, John's body was even more focused than usual on the sensations sparking through his body.

"Feel good?" Cooper asked, his voice low and husky. John nodded then whined when Cooper withdrew his fingers, but then licked his lips in anticipation as he felt the tip of Cooper's cock at his entrance.

#aklfdlajflajs hope this is ok #OC: Cooper McCoy #John Seed #John Seed/oc #John Seed/male deputy #John Seed/deputy #far cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #ship: fuck around and find out

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imgnnafurgf · 3 months

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Deputy: *gets in the car after hanging out with Sharky*

John, over the radio: and you're wasting your time for THAT. This man jokes about your mother. I would never.

Deputy, tired tone, absolutely used to that shit: he made the joke about twenty minutes ago. How long you've been waiting for me?

John:

John: 4 hours.

#far cry 5 #john seed #faith seed #jacob seed #joseph seed #deputy rook #far cry new dawn #farcry #farcry5 #john seed x male deputy #john seed x deputy #sharky boshaw

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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American Beasts

Chapter 34: In Righteousness Shall You Judge Your Neighbour

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes, Dutch Roosevelt Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay, Strangulation, Disembowelment, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome

Summary:

In which Kit goes through it again...

She should have learned her lesson by now that her and Bliss don’t mix, but as part of her plan with Jacob to keep the Resistance’s eyes off Faith’s bunker as it’s reconstructed for the Baptist’s purpose, she’s been taking outposts in the Henbane, and alas the GFH at her side suffers the punishment of the cult’s new executioner

#far cry 5 #fan fiction #jess black #dutch roosevelt #oc: kit cross

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direwombat · 1 year

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direwombat's fic masterlist

decided to go ahead and pull together a quick masterlist of my fic since not everything is in the same spot. will do my best to keep this up to date lol

far cry 5

jacob seed x female rook [nonspecific deputy]

fragile creatures (on collision with our judgment day) | M | currently on haitus (rip)

claim me, oh claim me | E 🔞🔞🔞| a/b/o au smut

oc: deputy sybille la roux

a room with a view | E 🔞🔞🔞| AO3, tumblr | sybille enjoys her view from jacob's room at the veterans center

the howling | M | AO3, tumblr | witch syb x werewolf jacob supernatural au

wrapped (not in linen or lace, but leather) | E | AO3, tumblr | syb gets railed while wearing a collar.

until it takes | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3 , tumblr | jakesyb + breeding kink

paperwork | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3, tumblr | jacob catches sybille snooping through his files. he punishes her accordingly.

prompt fill | T | jacob and sybille share a moment after their battle

prompt fill | M 🔞🔞 | jacob and sybille have a little wrestle in the woods

prompt fill | M 🔞🔞 | Caress to the cheek after a moment together + jakesyb

prompt fill | M | Chin lift to make you look directly at their eyes that just make you follow aimlessly and without much force really. (bonus if they kiss afterward) + jakesyb

prompt fill | E 🔞🔞🔞 | sybille surrenders herself to jacob

prompt fill | T | ⛑ - Some tender first-aid + sybjoey

prompt fill | T | 💤 A few extra hours of sleep and ✋ A hand carding gently through their hair + jakesyb

fc 5 polycule au

run rabbit, run | M 🔞🔞 | jacob seed and kit cross hunt their prey through the woods

oc: augustine la roux

a mouth full of praise | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3, tumblr | joseph seed x cultist!original male character

general

confiteor | T | AO3, tumblr | in the wake of john's death, sybille goes to joseph to confess.

uncharted

oc: paola orsini

wine drunk | T |

prompt fill | Gen | paola has dinner with rafe

party favor | Gen | done for oc kiss week

#my fic

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fuckin-nancy · 2 years

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A Free Hand

rating: explicit characters: Deputy (female), John Seed words: 2,014 (3,387 total) chapter: 2 out of 2 additional tags: smut, enemies with benefits, male-receiving oral, rough sex summary:

Rook has all but made it her mission in life to push John Seed's buttons. This time, however, she may have pushed too far.

[AO3] [Chapter 1]

Rook opened her eyes, her head dully throbbing and her throat parched. She blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision and she'd have rubbed them, too, but her hands hung bound behind her.

She knew where she was: John Seed's bunker. She swayed, trying to see if she could scoot in the chair she was tied to, but no luck. A glance downward confirmed it was bolted to the floor. Seemed like John had learned his lesson from last time.

Twisting her wrists to and fro, she was greeted by an awfully familiar jingling... handcuffs?

Oh, but of course he would.

John kept her waiting, which she supposed was only fair. She had no way to measure time—no clock in sight, no sounds but for the soft whir of what she assumed was the ventilation system—but by her best estimate, about two hours elapsed before the door finally creaked open.

She took the isolation as best she could, but she wasn't accustomed to remaining stationary for ten minutes, let alone hours on end. By the time John came strolling in, whistling a tune she didn't recognize and holding a glass of what appeared to be water, she could have cried from relief.

He affected astonishment when he saw her. "My, what do we have here? The Deputy, bound and completely at my mercy?"

"It's like a dream come true, huh?" she said, her voice little more than a croak.

He chuckled, but dipped down to put the glass to her lips, and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly when she turned her head away. He took a sip, eyes locked on hers. "If I wanted you drugged or poisoned, Deputy, you would be so already."

She supposed she couldn't dispute that. This time when John lowered the glass and gently tipped it, she gratefully drank every last drop.

He set it down, stepped back, and took a good look at her, eyeing her up and down. Appraising his catch and appreciating her predicament. For Rook's part, she stared him down with an air of indifference, keeping utterly still.

After a full few minutes of silence, however, she was the one who broke first. She'd waited for long enough already, and she was dying for something to happen—anything. "Well?"

"Well what?" He folded his arms against his chest.

"Well, what're you going to do?" She paused. "Or did you just want to hang out? If that's the case, all you had to do was call—"

"Do you know how long I waited?" He spoke barely above a whisper, but he cut straight through her babbling all the same. Something in his gaze had darkened.

She shifted in her seat, trying her damnedest not to smile. "I don't know, a few hours?"

"Twenty-two, to be exact."

"Damn, really?" She couldn't hold back her snicker. "It took them that long to go looking?"

"I don't see how this is a laughing matter, Deputy."

"No?" She shifted again. Damn, her arms were really starting to ache. "Hey, look on the bright side. I'm sure you don't get enough alone time as it is. For a busy man like yourself, twenty-two hours of uninterrupted reflection is a godsend."

His eyes narrowed. "Well, I wouldn't call it a godsend, but yes—I suppose I did have ample time to consider things."

"And?"

He answered by undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Her eyes slid down to his cock, already half-hard and absolutely tantalizing. She had to force herself to look back up at his face, to meet his smouldering gaze.

She licked her lips, and he followed the movement with dilated pupils.

The tip of his cock grazed her chin. He brushed a hand across her cheek, clasped the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair.

She wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue around it, earning a contented sigh from above. She lowered her head, took him as far as she comfortably could, and when she hummed around his length, he let out a shuddering groan, his hand tightening in her hair. "Thaaat's right. Right where you belong."

He was content to let her do all the work, it seemed, as she continuously bobbed up and down his cock, working herself further and further. She only wished her hands were available to pleasure him more, but that was his own fault. His taunts blended seamlessly with his praises, and his moans with her own.

Abruptly he pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and reached behind her to undo the cuffs, only to find her clasping them behind her back, already undone.

She grinned up at him, committing his bewildered expression to memory. "I still had the key—figured I'd be seeing these bad boys again. Looks like I was right."

Suddenly there was a knife in his hand, and she she only had time to let out a startled yell before he ripped through the rope binding her in one swift swipe, tearing through the front of her shirt in the process. He yanked her up by the forearms, spun her around, and walked her a few steps before shoving her onto the nearby table. Rust-coloured flecks stained the wood near her face, and she tried hard not to consider what they were and how they'd gotten there.

He stripped her of her clothing, ripping her shirt the rest of the way and tossing it aside, getting frustrated when her bra wouldn't unclasp quickly enough for him and slicing through that, too. He unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs, underwear included, but when they pooled around her boots he let out a muttered curse and Rook flinched when the knife clanged to the floor. Her toes barely scraped the concrete, but he wouldn't let her back up, pressing himself against her.

The edge of the table dug uncomfortably into her thighs but she had more pressing concerns, such as John promptly shoving three fingers inside her. She whimpered, and he chuckled lowly in her ear. "Did sucking my cock really get you this wet? You're absolutely insatiable."

"G-guess your cock is just that good, Johnny," she stammered, trying to move her hips in time with the pumping of his fingers, though with her feet off the floor she didn't have much leverage.

He removed them much too soon for her liking, but almost immediately the head of his cock rubbing between her folds had her keening.

But he wouldn't push inside. Rook squirmed, trying to catch him, but he quickly stopped her movement with a growl and hands bracketing her hips.

"So eager, Deputy?" he murmured in her ear, his breath hot. "I don't know if you deserve it, being such a bad girl." He continued his slow, delicious grind against her, and all she could think was that she wanted more. She'd waited long enough.

"Don't play coy," she panted. "You want this just as much as I do."

"Perhaps." He stilled above her, and she could have screamed. His lips skimmed the shell of her ear. "But I think you owe me an apology, first."

Smartass as she was, she couldn't help blurting out, "Good luck getting one." He pulled away from her entirely, and she shamed herself by breathlessly yelping, "Wait!"

He stopped directly behind her, still not touching her, but he said, "Say it. Swallow your pride, Deputy. There's a reason that word is etched into your skin. It's now or never."

"I..." Her eyes squeezed shut. She was glad he couldn't see her face, because it blazed hotter than the sun. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

The tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open met her ears. "And?"

"And I..." She let out a breath. "I humbly beg for your forgiveness."

"Ah. You beg for it, do you?" She felt the all-encompassing warmth of his chest against her back as he caged her in, but still he kept his hips from hers.

"John, for fuck's sake. Please, just—" She turned her head as far as possible so she could just barely see his face, look into his eyes. "I'm sorry. Please fuck me, please."

He bent down and pressed the gentlest kiss to her temple. "I graciously accept your apology."

Then he was pushing past her entrance, and they sighed in unison at the long stretch. With a jolt she realized that while she was nearly naked, John was almost entirely clothed, and she hated how much she loved it. John built his rhythm quickly, thrusts coming rough and fast, gripping her hips with bruising force, and all she could do was hang on to the table's edge for dear life. There was no stopping the staccato gasps pouring out of her even if she'd wanted to. They mingled with his own grunts, the squelching of her sex, the rattle of the table, the incessant slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck, John!" she cried. Her fingers were numb from being clenched so hard, and her thighs would be bruised from being continuously slammed against the table but she didn't care, all she cared about was the drag of John's cock inside her and the long, hard thrusts that reached places she couldn't reach by herself.

He wrapped an arm around her middle, pressed himself even more tightly against her, and his other hand slid under her hip and found his prize just above where they were joined. He ran just a few furious circles over her clit before she was gone.

Her orgasm shattered her senses, and her cunt squeezing his cock had him losing his rhythm and cumming right alongside her with a strangled curse. He fucked her through it, hips stuttering, gasping for air like he'd run a marathon.

He stayed inside her a few moments, his strangely comforting weight atop her, until both their breaths had slowed and steadied. When he finally pulled out Rook was boneless, entirely fucked out, content to just lie there for all eternity even as John cleaned himself up behind her. It was only when he gave her an impatient smack on the ass that she made any effort to move.

She couldn't help but groan at the soreness. Jesus, it would be a while before she could sit down without thinking of him. She didn't even have her pants up before John was back to his normal pristine self, save the slight flush and the utter carnal satisfaction in his eyes. He watched her dress with folded arms, his foot tapping the floor, the picture of impatience. It only slowed her down, of course. She made a point of pocketing her handcuffs, to which he rolled his eyes.

"You'd better hurry if you want to get out without anyone seeing," he said, going over to the door when she was done. "I bought you some time, but they won't stay away forever."

"And I'm just supposed to walk out like this?" She gestured to the front of her shirt, in absolute tatters.

He eyed the swell of her breasts before meeting her gaze impassively. "Well, perhaps you shouldn't have provoked me."

"Where's the fun in that?" She smiled at him, and her smile only widened when he returned it. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. "You sure you wanna just let me go?"

"Don't make me reconsider," he said tersely, belying his gruffness by raising her hand to his lips. Even after everything, her heart fluttered when he pressed a kiss against her knuckles. "The prospect is far too tempting, but we both have jobs to do. Now, off with you."

"Until next time." She went down the hall with a spring in her step. On a hunch she stopped and cast a look over her shoulder, only to find John standing right where she'd left him. Their eyes met.

It wouldn't be long until the next time, she knew. John enjoyed this cat and mouse game as much as she did.

#Far Cry 5 #John Seed #John Seed x Deputy #John Seed x Female Deputy #my writing

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chickenparm · 2 years

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Infectious (John Seed)

hi i'm throwing my hat in this long-dead ring. enjoy.

John Seed/gn!Deputy (all ambiguous, no descriptions) 1,393 Words - NSFW Male Masturbation, Phone Sex Technically?

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“Go ahead and go fuck yourself, John Seed.”

The plastic cracks under his grip, knuckles white with the pressure of rage. Their sin is infectious, a disease that spreads wherever they go. Coming in proximity was required to cleanse it, but John’s failure meant that he could still taste the sickly sweet, viscous nature of wrath on his lips, behind his teeth, the back of his tongue.

It roils in his gut, stoking something inside him that’s reared its ugly head more often than not since this debacle started. The Deputy’s repeated transgressions, spits in his face, slights against everything he’s worked for… It’s maddening. Infuriating. The nausea in his gut can only be described as abhorrent.

Undoubtedly, they expect a response. John is so, so pleased to give them one, repeatedly bending over backward in his effort to bring them into the fold. If they’d simply relent, if they’d just say-

“Yes,” John breathes into the receiver, holding it dangerously close to his mouth as his hands work at the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans, the zipper holding him back from his own touch, “Maybe I will. I’ve never had an audience before, Deputy. You’ll be the first.”

Sick. Even as his body moves on its own whim, John feels sick. Joseph would have a field day, likely will have one when he inevitably finds out about the liberties John is taking. But he’d been given orders for them to Atone, and surely fulfilling such a simple request would only put them in a more appealing light… right?

Joseph’s impending disappointment isn’t nearly enough to make him feel the amount of shame required to let this go. Instead of an answer, all John receives from the other end of the radio is a quiet intake of breath, sharp in the way that it would sound when pulled through grit teeth. The Deputy is listening.

“Are you honored?” John’s voice is carefully even as he takes himself in hand, palm sweeping over the head of his cock with a smoothness aided by the bead of his arousal at the tip, “If this is what it takes to sway you, I would have done this at the Cleansing. Out in the open, for God to witness my prostrating.”

Still no answer. Nothing verbal, at least. Yet their end of the radio stays open, the faint sound of crickets in the distance through a crackling speaker provides an ambience that feels liminal, just for a single heartbeat. In-between, where time has slowed to a crawl and the only two people that matter are John Seed and his willingly captive audience.

“Would you have watched?” His following question has a hitch at the first syllable, stemming from the squeeze of his fingers around his length.

Another inhale comes from his Deputy, held for a moment before their answer comes. It’s wavering, weak at the edges and several layers of derision hide what he knows is lurking beneath, “No.”

They wouldn’t still be here if that was the truth. The moment John hinted at following their suggestion, they should’ve closed the connection. Without a doubt, his Deputy would have watched, wide eyed and hands flexing to touch him as he kneeled on the banks of the water and displayed exactly how serious he’s taking this.

“I-I don’t… I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Deputy,” the stammer is embarrassing, but it’s pushed away at the remembrance that he’s debasing himself in far worse ways than a simple slip of the tongue, “Try again. Would you have watched?”

Their answer is so quiet that it barely comes through, but it’s the one syllable that John has engraved into his very bones. The singular word that he could make out no matter the disguise it wears, the mask it hides behind.

“Yes.”

The jerk of his hips is damning when paired with the sound he makes in response. Color flushes his skin, burning at his cheekbones as his groan trails off into a whimper. What he wouldn’t give to have them here now, between his thighs and partaking in a debauched sort of worship with him at the center of it all.

“It comes from you so sweetly now, what makes it so different from before?”

Even in the throes of his ecstasy, hand working at his cock in swift, wet motions that the radio undoubtedly picks up on and delivers to his Deputy, John can’t resist the primal urge to taunt. To goad them into that wrath that still lingers on his tastebuds long after they’ve left his grasp.

“You weren’t jerking off before.”

Fair. But he could have been - the idea settles in his mind for later, when he inevitably sinks his claws into them all over again. Amusement curls at his lips, teeth bared even as the Deputy can see nothing of him, “I could be, if you ask nicely enough. I’d do it for you, you know.”

“I’m sure you would, asshole.”

“Keep… Keep talking like that and I’ll think you’re sweet on me, Deputy” - Another groan leaves him, high pitched and yearning for something beyond his own touch, even as he teeters on the edge - “Careful now.”

Silence from them. An owl calls in the background, mournful and low. John’s mind unfurls a pretty picture, one of two bodies in the woods, indulging in each other for a single instance of weakness. The anger is long gone, tamped down and traded in favor of a different heat - wanting and overwhelming. John’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, preparing for a question so damning that it may very well ruin everything.

“You’d watch, I know it. Would you touch me, Deputy? Could you keep your hands to yourself, or would you be helpless to resist?”

John’s hand slows, fingers wrapping around the base in preparation for the degradation he’s about to receive. He craves it, saliva pooling on his tongue at the phantom feeling of the Deputy’s ire. Beneath his skin, John’s nerves nearly vibrate in anticipation for the disgust, the way their mouth would spit the word vile.

A tsk sound rings true through the speaker, far different than what he expects. Disappointment curls at the bottom of his lungs as his question is disregarded. Fair enough, it was too much to expect, too soon. Actions speak louder than words, and John plans to test that at his soonest convenience.

Eyes fluttering closed, John focuses on the twisting motion of his hand, imagining the shape of their tongue and the designs they’d carve into his skin with it. The thought is so encumbering that he nearly misses the rebuttal, the words having been rolled over in the Deputy’s mind to a smooth shine.

“Maybe if you begged me. Would you beg for me, John?”

“Yes,” ragged, ripping from his throat like wildfire, “A-As much as you wanted, on my knees if that’s what it took, Deputy. Please.”

“Pathetic.”

That one word is like a bullet, whether it’s loaded with Bliss or the buckshot from a shotgun, John can’t place. But it sends him reeling just the same, clouding his mind as his head rolls back. His cry out for the Deputy is directed to the ceiling, but the receiver picks it up nonetheless. They’ve heard him. Heard his weakness as he spills over his hand, staining the bottom of his shirt that sits too low once untucked.

The other end clicks off, the Deputy is gone. John is left with his lethargic thoughts and a heart that races too fast. He’ll get his answers one way or another. Whether they’re given willingly or he’s forced to wrap his fingers inside and pull them out himself remains yet to be seen, but John is more than happy to do both.

Once more, he absently squeezes himself with more force, almost an admonishment for his failure tonight on too many fronts. It’s too tight, just for a moment, and John vividly imagines how rough the Deputy would undoubtedly be with him. There’d be no room for reverence, no space between them for anything holy.

It’d be raw. Vicious and hateful. Debasing, degrading, perhaps even humiliating if they were feeling vengeful. John could never hold anything fond in his heart for the Deputy, but there’s plenty room for everything else.

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