#staci pratt x deputy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

aboyshapeddog · 2 months

Text

WIP ⚠️

Jacob Gives Staci The Boyfriend Treatment

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Drug Use, Smut, Unhealthy Dynamics, VERY Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub dynamic, Bliss = Slutweed, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Intox Kink, Dark, Massages, Rough S*x, Daddy Kink (kind of), PWP, Violence

Staci wasn’t allowed to consider refusing the Seeds, ever; the thought alone was in a territory his brain was no longer wired to reach. So when the Herald of the whitetails offered him a lit joint (what the fuck), his only questions were internal.

“Finish this for me will you?”, Jacob’s grumbling voice brought him to focus, the thing hadn’t been touched. Staci couldn’t remember the last time he’d smoked either. The familiar and just as unfamiliar smell filled his chest, it made his stomach twist. “Yes Sir.” Staci agreed like his words meant anything, then he reached for it, whatever the fuck it was.

“Aht aht aht.” His hands were both held still by one of Jacob’s own, whose movements always seemed to be a step ahead of his somehow. Instead the larger man pinched the burning piece between two fingers and brought it directly to Staci’s lips.

His voice was low, “Show me you know what you’re doing first, Deputy”. Staci didn’t hesitate, he leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the end of it, looking down as he took a sharp pull, to save himself from the intimacy of connecting eyes. He coughed into his hand, and smoke puffed out through the spaces between his fingers. Jacob smiled and let out a short laugh, “Been a while?” the personable part of Staci wanted to smile too, he didn’t. The joint was pressed back against his lips, he caught Jacob’s eyes this time; they were calculating, observant in the same manner he used to track deer, fowl, and rabbits; prey.

When Staci inhaled this time it was long and slow, like a well deserved drag from a cigarette; his mother would be sick at the sight. He was reminded of the D.A.R.E. t-shirts she’d gotten them both after attending a program at his high school. The smoke curled in his chest, he let it idle there before blowing it out of his nose with practiced grace. Sorry Mom. Jacob’s grin then was something Staci recognized too - wolfish, wild, and fucking ecstatic, the cat that caught the canary, he could be sick.

Jacob released the deputy’s hands and moved to his large oak desk, grabbing a clipboard off the top and clicking a pen. he motioned with one hand for Staci to approach, and Staci, like a good dog, silently took his position beside and behind Jacob.

The large man scribbled on the sheet in front of him, every once in a while pausing to think . . . creating a brief permeating silence before the scratching would continue. Jacob held the joint in his left hand, lifting it into Staci’s space with one hand while the other continued to jot notes. Pratt had to lean down to get his mouth on the thing, so he leaned.

As he took another long pull, Jacob turned to look at him directly; eyes like dissection pins, the thoroughness of the examination made him falter. Staci coughed again, and Jacob scratched another note on the clipboard. They locked eyes and Staci felt a nail through his gut, Jacob was studying him.

Knowing Jacob, this could be like his own personal project ARTICHOKE. Staci’s thoughts were already racing; jumping off the springboard of paranoia, and here he was, anonymous test subject PEACHES directly under Jacob’s thumb. No, that’s what angels were for, come on Staci. He took another big hit. Jacob hummed to himself “Only You”, glancing back at Pratt every once in a while. Staci stared straight ahead.

The nervousness clawed at his gut like it could tear out of him and save itself from whatever fate awaited its owner, he couldn’t stop himself, “What’s in that?”. His voice was hoarse from the smoke and disuse but he kept it steady, he cleared it and continued “uh, Sir.” Jacob ashed it before turning to face the deputy, “Worried about something?” He chuckled, only waiting a moment before standing to his full height and sticking the blunt between Staci’s parted lips. “It’s a personal blend, a gift.” He spoke with the same nonchalance he used when noting ration cuts and delivery schedules. “You’ve been promoted to my personal food tester, Pratt.”

Jacob sparked the lighter underneath it again, watching the cherry turn bright red as Staci hesitated. Exhaled. Then inhaled.

They stood in silence, the sound of the second hand of the old clock on the wall struck like thunder in Staci’s ears. “Tell me, how are you feeling?” What kind of question was that. How should he be feeling? He was lonely, tired, hungry, he couldn’t remember being anything else since his arrival. “Sore.” Oh yeah, that too. Somehow while he was stuck in his own head, Jacob had closed the distance between them again, staring down at his deputy and taking in every minute expression. “Sore.” Staci said again, his words seeming less and less of his own volition.

The redhead turned his partner around, pulling the small man’s back to his chest, and firmly running his hot hands down the younger mans sides “Here?” he asked. The sensation sent shivers down the deputy’s spine, he could feel his muscles twitch under the contact. “Umm, no actually. More near my uh neck, and shoulders.” Jacob released his hold and went to note something on his clipboard, Staci charted every movement. Then Jacob’s hands were on his shoulders, thumbs digging into his trapezius, the pressure, pain, and relief almost made his knees buckle. Jacob noticed “Right here?” his question was more of an acknowledgment, but Staci answered anyways. “Y-yeah. Right there” his voice was as low now as it was rough, jesus did he really sound like that.

He should stop, he thought to himself, really, but god his mind was racing. When was the last time somebody had touched him like this, when was the next time anyone would take care of him again, if there was a next time. “Stop thinking so much Pratt, I can smell the smoke coming from your ears.” Was he that obvious? Staci relaxed into the other mans touch, taking another drag of the “personal blend” and letting his head loll to the side. The deputy allowed himself to be completely hypnotized, eyelids fluttering shut, and taking deep, heavy, breaths.

Jacob worked silently, a silence the deputy had come accustomed to, diligently massaging the tight tissue; stretching and kneading the others tan skin under his fingertips. Staci let out a breathy groan, shocking himself out of his trance. He shot up to perfect posture. Only to be shoved down into Jacob’s chair, “I said relax, Pratt.” And he did, taking another hit, fuck he was already so high he was laying back nearly boneless in the Herald’s arms. “Now-“ the older man started, continuing to massage as he spoke, “How are you feeling?”. Staci sighed deeply. Warm, fuzzy “Good” he breathed out, “A little uh lightheaded, and uh”, horny- his eyes flitted open. Not now, not with half a mind in front of Jacob. Mot like he could help it but holy fuck now was not the time. “Good?” Jacob responded, running his hands up and down the younger mans sides. Staci tried to ignore the way it tingled in his gut “Yes Sir, Good. Thank you, Sir.” Jacob smiled. “Good.” He removed his hands from Pratt, who promptly began tensing and relaxing his closed fists on his thighs, while Jacob made another quick note on his board.

He was back, again, in the blink of an eye, now sitting on his desk across from Staci. The mountain before him leaned down slowly, taking the brunettes ankle in his hand and unlacing a boot, then sitting himself back upright, bringing the socked foot into his lap. “How about here Pratt, this sore.” His voice was lower now too. “Yes Sir.” Pratt answered too quickly, wanting needing Jacob’s warm hands on him again. Jacob smiled. “Alright Pratt, that’s good, i’ll take care of you.”

Jacob slipped off the man’s jeans and continued his slow methodical journey of tenderizing every bit of meat on his body; cracking toes, and rolling his ankles, then firm squeezes up around his claves to the pits of his knees. Staci was in heaven. Sinking deep into his seat still smoking like a chimney, he was reduced to muted gasping and groaning through a fist over his mouth, while the joint burned down to the filter. Jacob, ever the observer, took hold of it when the stoner started burning paper, casting it aside to his pristine ash tray before getting right back to work. “How are you feeling now, Staci?”Jacob’s voice tickled in the deputy’s ear, he smiled and puffed out the last bit of smoke he’d been holding through his nose, “I’m-“ he interrupted himself with a short laugh “I’m excellent.” He smiled wide before adding “Sir.”

Jacob smiled back, nowhere near as lighthearted. “Excellent?” he asked, and Staci knew that smile; he’d been on the receiving end every time a food can had been placed just far enough out of reach. But right now, body and mind singing praises for the earth Jacob walked on, he cherished it. His body seemed to follow his thoughts without filter, leaning closer to the Seed as he nodded “mmhmm.” Jacob let him, leaning even closer so he could whisper in the younger mans ear. “Well isn’t that nice. Unfortunately I don’t think that’s true, Peaches.” He slid a firm hand slowly up the muscle of Staci’s thigh, inching his way in to press his open palm hard against the fat bulge in the Deputy’s briefs. Staci gasped loud, shutting his eyes as a wave of pleasure crashed over his body, “Fuckin- mierda.” he choked. “You’re telling me you don’t want any help with this, sweetheart?” Jacob tutted, grinding the heel of his palm against Staci’s hard cock. “Dios mio, please.” Jacob loved it when he begged, with those wide brown cow eyes, long dark lashes, and pretty pink lips always a little wet and raw from being chewed on.

“Oh don’t you look pretty.“ He admired with clear condescension. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, Staci; ask me to take care of you.” The poor kids mind must have been a soup, Jacob knew it. The way he blinked slow, his eyes seeming to get stuck on one thing or another for too long. But now, he was pink, in his cheeks and his fingertips, panting with his legs spread wide for Jacob; his eyes practically crossing as he made contact. “Take, take care of me. Please, Sir.” Perfect. “Atta boy.”

For Staci it was a blur, hot hands everywhere, manipulating his drunk feeling body. For Jacob it was tying his own neck with a lobster bib, pulling the smaller man’s briefs down and spreading his knees over his own. Jesus, Jacob thought, the poor mutt was leaking already. He didn’t hesitate, sliding his hand over the top of Staci’s cock, and twisting his fist over the dripping head just so- “Ahnnnn fuckingh Jake-” there it was. “That’s right, i’m gonna make you feel real good.” Pratt really knew how to whet his appetite. Jacob spit directly on Staci’s cock, and used his free hand to squeegee saliva straight from his tongue. Staci just took it, lying still while Jacob violated his mouth, it made Jacob hungry.

He pulled his wet fingers out of Staci’s mouth and coiled them in his hair, wrenching his head back so Jacob could lick the inside of his mouth. Staci stuck his tongue out for good measure. “You fucking whore.” Jacob panted wet breaths into Pratt’s mouth, “You take off your pants for every man that gives you a joint?” Staci kept his tongue out. “This is all it takes to get you swallowing my spit and humping my hand, a little brain buzz and a few minutes of the boyfriend treatment. You are pathetic, Peaches.” The Herald ground his cock against his the other man’s ass as he spoke. The deputy’s wordless whines dripped drool on his uniform shirt.

Jacob used his larger size to keep Staci pinned in place, one arm holding him tight, and the other jerking his cock at a torturously slow pace. Staci begged and bucked his hips, dizzy with endorphins, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Well, not literally. Jacob heard every halted “oh god” “feelssso-“ “mierda” and reveled in it. “please, uhn- Jay“ Oh he was perfect wasn’t he. “Jesus you’re a fucking mess.” The herald chastised like it didn’t turn him on even more.

“You like it when a big man takes charge of you?” He lined up a slick finger with the smaller man’s hole “Hmm Staci?” and shoved it in deep. “Yes. Yes, Sir.” Staci would be mortified at the degradation if he weren’t on the verge of exploding. Jacob thrust his finger in and out of the deputy, switching their positions again so he could slip in a second. Now he had the younger man balancing on tiptoes, bent over his desk, hard cock hanging over the edge. Staci’s legs locked at the knees to present his wet hole like breeding stock. The deputy pressed his forehead against the cool polished wood.

Jacob fucked two fingers in, curling them as he slowly pushed in and out of Staci’s tight heat. “Alright, yeah. I’ll be your Daddy.” Jacob grunted, starting to work his own cock with oil and line it up with his partner’s entrance. Then so slowly, pushing the head in. “oh fucking God.” Pratt whimpered, and Jacob just as slowly rolled his hips, fucking deeper into the smaller man with every motion. Staci whined when their hips met, gasping, and hiding his face deeper in his arms as the clap of Jacob’s hips against his ass echoed through the room. Fuck this was so dirty.

The herald started picking up his pace, and force, the kid had his fun, now it was Jacob’s turn. He grunted with every thrust, leaning down to squeeze the deputy’s cock as he bottomed out, slamming deep against his prostate. Moans were pushed out of Staci’s lungs now, with every connection of their hips his back curled, shoving his body forward like dead weight. Jacob was so deep it almost hurt, “W-wait can you, uh Jay-“ a hand was thrown over Staci’s mouth “Not now sweetheart, it’s Daddy’s turn” he sounded as sympathetic as he could manage as he pinned into the other man with reckless abandon. A gargled moan with drool slipped through his fingers, he smiled wide, and pressed a kiss to the deputy’s back. He fucked into Staci like a toy, gripping his hips and pulling them hard against his own. Staci’s legs trembled, switching from one foot to the other to keep his ass high enough for Jacob’s liking. “That’s a good boy.” Staci whined again, causing more drool to pool beneath Jacob’s hand.

“Just like that.” And just like that Staci was cumming, choking out a moan and fat white puddles between Jacob’s uniform boots. His legs trembled and he fucked into nothing as he eked out the last drops.

This was overwhelmingly ignored, save for a low whistle Jacob let out at the sight, and it sure was a sight. Staci collapsed in from of him, hair slick to his face from tears, sweat, and smothered drool. Jacob fucked him mercilessly, still tugging at his pink cock as it dangled between his legs. “Please Jacob it’s too- it hurts, please I can’t.” In lieu of a verbal response the other man bit him, hard at first, before licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders; it mixed the sensitivities excruciatingly. Then Jacob was growling right in his ear, “I’m gonna get every last drop out of you, then i’m gonna breed your little ass”. It was all so much. The larger man fucked continually, hard and deep, pin pointing his sensitive spots with every thrust. His hand too, twisted around the head of his cock, teasing the over sensitive slit like he meant torture another orgasm out of him. “Please, I-“ his mind went completely blank, knees folding and collapsing again into Jacob’s arms.

It wasn’t long before Jacob joined him, thrusts becoming more sporadic, and harsh before “Fffuck.” Jacob panted, now directly into Pratt’s neck as he crushed the poor man beneath him. Staci could feel the warm semen dripping down his thighs, it made him shiver. He felt disgusting, truly, but Jacob all over him and inside of him it felt so so good. The older man grumbled above him, lifting himself off of the deputy slightly, and slowly pulling out his cock. More cum on the floor, now dripping directly out of his ass and Staci could feel it.

Staci made to stand up himself but Jacob pushed him back down, and said“Stay.” So Staci stayed, until Jacob came back with a damp cloth, wiping him down thoroughly with a gentle hand. Staci didn’t dare utter a word.

They were both dressed in no time, Staci itching to run and hide in the nearest shower or cage for eternity. “Before you go..” Jacob started, “Yes, Sir” Staci was too eager again, “How are you feeling?” The question felt heavy without the lip loosening that the drug had given him, he really couldn’t say, he really shouldn’t say . . . “Sore, Sir.” came out again, and he was. Jacob scribbled down another note on his clipboard, seeming to finalize whatever assessment he’d been conducting. “Good.” In his experience, Good could also mean Dismissed; Staci walked to the door before turning around, and pausing, “I think the blend is good, Sir. If you want to try it yourself. Sir.” They locked eyes, reading one another for what felt like minutes, and there was that hunters look again. “I’ll make a note of that, thank you, Pratt.”

#WIP #ns/fw #jacob x staci #jacob seed/staci pratt #staci/jacob #nsft #staci pratt #jacob seed #jacob seed x staci pratt #READ THE WARNINGS PLEASE #here’s a short one .. these are all works in progress cause i don’t have the time right now to fine tune everything #i do have a longer one i’m writing right now #i’m thinking of posting it on archive just cause of how long it is but idk we’ll see i might just drop it on here when it’s done #even though this one is long-ish for a oneshot #but this one was kind of crazy no ??#lmk if it’s too out of pocket i get ahead of myself #also i promise not all of my ficus will have drug use i just came up with 2 of these while high so … c’est la vie #⚠️

13 notes · View notes

alexxmason · 1 year

Text

Deputy Joey Hudson x Deputy Staci Pratt

And here it is, our final night alive And as the earth burns to the ground

My gift for @simply-jason for the Far Cry 5 Aniversary Exchange organized by @detectivelokis ❤️💕 I hope you like and I was happy to make something for these amazing two, this was so fun and inspiring to make!!

#I was very excited to do this one and the ship was so different #i hope you liked this! 💕💕#joey hudson x staci pratt #joey husdon #staci pratt #far cry 5 #fc5exchange23 #edits:mine

49 notes · View notes

seedofjoseph · 1 year

Text

only you can make all this change in me

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Pairing: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: E (explicit)

Words: 2400

Warning: dub-con, drugging, animal death

Hope is a cruel thing.

It was hope that kept him on his feet even as they burned on the desert floor. It was hope that held his stomach in a tight squeeze. And it was hope that fueled the feral animal which fed upon the flesh of his fellow man.

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope.

Hope was a flask of fresh water he shared with you between the bars of the cage that morning. Hope was the bowl of berries he fed you by hand. And hope was his calloused fingers grabbing you by your scruff when you struggled to stand up on your own two legs.

After ten days of stewing in your own sweat and licking your own wounds, the cruelest thing he could've done was have Staci Pratt draw you a hot bath that evening.

"Don't mind Peaches," he hushed you when you hurried to cover your bloody, broken body from Pratt's pitying eyes. "He wasn't pretty to look at after his test either," his words were a cool breeze in the steam-filled bathroom. "Take 'em off before the water runs cold."

"I'm a big girl," you talk through a dried throat. "I don't need help washing behind my ears."

"Split lip, but she still got that mouth on her," Seed sighed, sharing a look with a sheepish Pratt. "Get in the tub, angel, before I bring out the hose."

As you stepped out of your jeans and almost stumbled on your short walk towards the bathtub. Seed had to hold you with one hand of his around the entirety of your forearm. And he also had to straighten your spine against his chest.

"We ain't washin' you and your clothes." His other hand hurried to pull off your panties and slide off your sports bra. "We got detergent for that."

You trembled against him, your thighs tender under his touch, and your chest following his fingers with a trail of gooseflesh. "Keep moving," you steadied yourself on your feet, fighting gravity by falling back against his firm form. "Gotta keep moving," you spoke to yourself.

"Keep movin'," Seed spoke to you, and only you. He pressed his lips against your lobe and spoke to your ear alone. "You're a warrior," he scratched the sensitive skin there with his bristly beard.

With his large body to lean back on, you took the last two steps towards the tub. With his eyes to watch over your shrunken body, you sunk into a sitting position.

Every cut was flooded with fire and every muscle melted into the water. Every nerve that had been knotted was unraveled and every pain you pushed down was floating to the surface. And every sound that bubbled out of your throat bounced off of the tile walls.

"When's the last time you had a girl moanin' like that?" Jacob Seed's rumbling voice pulled you out of your reverie. "First time for everything."

He was addressing Pratt who was acting more prudish despite you being the one bearing it all between the two of you. Hell, he didn't even lift his head from where he'd hung it between his shoulders, eyes on the clean change of clothes in his arms.

But Seed didn't have his eyes on him either. Those were for you and the peaks of your breasts that broke through the surface. "Water's just right, Peaches." He sat down on one knee and stretched out over the bathtub rim. "Not too hot. And not too cold." Now, he collected water in his cupped hands and poured it over your carved-up chest. "Tell 'im, Li'l Red Wrath."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was wash away the sin his brother bleed out of you. It made you hope he'd heal you with his hands filled with soap, filled with barries. It made you hope he'd scrub away the pain with a back rub. He made you strong. He made you weak in the knees. He made you hopeful.

"It's just right," you closed your eyes in the caress of his calloused hands and it was the most merciful thing you could've done.

When you opened them up again, you were all alone in the cooling water, and his hands were hovering above you in the air. And when you blinked, your eyes focused on what they were holding onto and you froze.

"Lemme see those pearlies," he grinned, squirting minty fresh paste onto a toothbrush.

"Huh?"

"Barries're for scurvy, not cavities," he got down on his knees again, joints popping. "C'mere," he got a hold of your chin and pulled you closer to him. "Open wide."

"I can do it myself-"

"Wider," he forced your jaw open with a forceful grip and slide the brush inside to scrub at your teeth. "Wider." Then, it was your tongue's turn, and he took his time testing your gag reflex. "Spit," he finally freed you.

Through tears, you wiped your mouth of mint. Through blown-out pupils, he followed the rest of the white foam with his fingers across your lips. And he looked like dinner had just been served.

"Good," his voice was strained like he had been the one getting his throat teased. "Good girl."

You washed your face if only to cool it down, and he huffed if only to release the boiling pressure. And the only one to cut through the haze between the two of you was the third party.

"Umm, sir?"

Jacob Seed barked back: "What?"

"Umm," he precipitated, pointing out the walkie-talkie buzzing on the brink of the sink. "Sounds like they found Alpha, sir."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope. Hope was him hurrying to meet his Chosen and reunite with his Judge. Hope was him scooping you out of the tub, wrapping you in towels, and carrying you to the cot he made for himself in the office. And hope was him ordering Staci Pratt to watch you while he's away.

"He'll be back," Pratt panicked, placing the pile of clothes he's been holding onto the bed next to you. "He always comes back."

You yawned into the hoodie, exhaustion catching up with you no matter how much you wanted to toss him over your shoulder and make a run for it. "Did you check the windows?"

"The windows?"

"I heard him lock the door," you pull on the pair of wool socks and scan the surroundings for a pair of boots. "He didn't bold the windows shut, did he?"

"Keep it down," he hushed you, heading back towards the cot with a cup of something hot in his hands. "There's Chosen everywhere. This room is impenetrable."

"There must be a way out of here," you blow into the herbal tea, warming your hands by holding the cup and letting Pratt's palms linger atop of yours. "Jacob's favorite maneater found it, right?"

"Alpha? He got separated from the pack while out on patrol," he said, sounding confused. "And that was weeks ago before I - before we landed in Peggie Country."

"He must've been crying himself to sleep every night," you take a sip, encouraging him to take one, too. "Still has his bed made every day and everything," you swing your head in the direction of the dog bed next to the cot the two of you were all but cuddling on.

"That's not Alpha's," Pratt pressed himself closer, hiding his face in the side of your hood.

"Which wolf's is it?" You asked before your ears caught wind of his whimper. "Pratt? Hey, Pratt? Stace? Stace, does he make you-"

"He makes me wear the collar, too," he whispered. "I went through the trials, I passed all his tests, and this is my prize." His laugh was broken and his entire body shook with it. "I was weak. Now I'm strong. He's making me strong."

And so does yours as he wraps his arms around it. "He got into your head. That fucker got into your head."

"You shouldn't have come back for me, rook," he exhaled into your shoulder, breathing you in. "Now he's in your head, too."

The cruelest thing you could've done to him was to give him hope. Hope was your hand in his hair. Hope was your noses brushing. And hope was the promise that the next drink you'll be sharing will be at Wolf's Den.

"Don't," he breathed into your mouth. "Don't give me hope," he refused your gift.

And before you could shove it down his throat, he escapes your embrace.

"Stace," you reached out, not ready to release him.

"He's back," he hisses, jumping off of the bed like it had burned him. "He always comes back. We have to be strong," he stands at attention, eyes focused on the door. "Father, lend us strength."

"God damn it, Stace," you spit, all but spilling the tea in your lap.

And the cup all but slipped between your fingers when the Jacob Seed in Staci's mind manifested himself at the other end of the room.

"Sir," Staci saluted.

"You're bleeding," you gasped.

"And you're goin' soft on me," he huffed, taking off his white and blood-red wool coat as he took slow steps ahead. "Or you're blissed out," he bared his teeth in an all-knowing, no-bullshitting grin. "Peaches been takin' good care of you," he looked down into the liquid you were cupping in your lap.

"What?"

"Bliss tea," Seed leaned down close enough for you to see the blood splatter all over his face and beard. "Eyes on me, angel," he caught your chin with a calloused hand. "You must be immune to infusions after all that skinny dippin' you've been doin' in the Henbane."

You tried to turn your head, but he wouldn't let you budge. "You had Pratt roofie me?"

"Heh," he grinned even wider. "You ain't goin' soft on me after all," he sounded too satiafied with himself. Too satisfied with you.

The cruelest thing he could've done was give you hope. Hope was his satisfaction with your remaining sanity. Hope was his dismissal of your undeterred defiance. And hope was his exclamation exhaustion.

So when he sent Pratt to sleep and didn't have that collar snug around his neck, you had hope. And when he didn't chain you to his bed before climbing in, you grew even more hopeful.

"Sis got you growin' a tolerance," he turned on his side to face your back. "That tea shoulda put you to sleep by now, but I hear you tryin' to even your breathin'," he drew closer, draping the blanket over both of your bodies. "Need me to read you a bedtime story?"

You snorted, blowing your cover.

"I know this one by heart," he exhaled into the back of your head and inhaled when you arched your spine and slotted yourself against his torso. "Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf," his voice vibrated down your vertebrae and he groaned when you ground down on his crotch. "He went for a walk in the woods and never came back."

You dug your teeth into your busted bottom lip when his scraped at the scruff of your neck. It stung some, but your pride stung worse.

"Until one night, when the other wolves in his pack all went strollin' in the very same woods," his mouth climbed along the compromised column of your neck. "That's where they found him, but he wasn't alone," he made it behind your ear and bared his teeth again. "He had a mate and a whole new pack on the way," his canines caught your lobe and he tugged at it until you surrendered to him a sound.

"That she-wolf howled just like that," he freed your flesh, licking the swell of it. Then, with his hand on your hips, he held your ass in place for him to hump. "Just like that," his voice got meaner, as yours got whinier.

"Animal," you called him. "You fucking animal," you called to him, your mouth seeking him out, your lips looking to latch onto his.

"A fuckin' animal for a bitch in heat."

Your bruised ego grew numb with each lick of his to your bloody bottom lip, with each of fingers of his forcing itself into your pants. And your sense of self was lost the moment he mounted you.

"Ass up, head down," Jacob Seed ordered.

You obeyed.

"Good," he sounded pleased with what he found when he parted your folds. "Good girl," he sounded proud as his thumbs massaged your trembling thighs.

Submission wasn't a choice you'd made for yourself, it was a curse his brother's god placed upon you. It came naturally to you in a hatched-up circumstance. And that circumstance was your cunt crying out for the abuse the rest of your body has been put through.

"That she-wolf smelled just like this," he chuckled. "And felt just like this," he choked. "Oh, angel," his voice was strained from the grip you had around his girth. "She must've felt just like this to make a Judas outta Alpha."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope. Hope was the heat of a wild she-wolf taming a Judge. Hope was the scale of power tilting. And hope was your cunt making a man howl.

"The big bad wolf could've brought her into the pack," he carried on with the conclusion of his tale. "But he betrayed them instead," he nuzzled into the nape of your neck, spooning you suffocatingly close. "And it cost him his bitch, his unborn pups, and his life. The end," he said gravely, gathering the cum that seeped out of where the two of you were still connected. "Say, what's the worst thing you can be?"

"Weak," you suckle his slick fingers absentmindedly.

"Peaches?"

"A traitor, sir."

Staci Pratt, who your absent mind didn't account for, answered from where he had been all night: the dog bed he had been conditioned to call his own by the man who convinced you to stand on all fours.

"Correct."

As soon as you got a taste of it, he threatened to take it away. You tried to hold onto it with your teeth, but he'd never let you have it back again.

Hope was a cruel thing.

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed x deputy #yeah #I used a lyric as a title again #but it's a male manipulator song this time around #our favorite male manipulator's song #fanfic #dubcon

33 notes · View notes

havingsomemorejohnlarks · 1 year

Note

❝ 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.”

-------------------------------------

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.

------------------------------------------

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.

-----------------------------------------------

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.

--------------------------------------------

“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.

------------------------------------

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.”

---------------------------------------

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.

---------------------------------------------------

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

9 notes · View notes

musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 4 months

Text

Current Works In Progress

I have no timeline for any of these and it's all very chipping away at them whenever I get the inspiration but thought it'd be handy to at least have an idea of what I'm working on

Updated: 7/04/24

OC Longfics:

SMFYaM: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — In Progress

OC Oneshots:

Wade Wilson x Dean Sinclaire: Stuffy – In Progress 65%

x Reader Oneshots:

Alvin Murphy x Dean Sinclaire: Doctor's Orders — In Progress 45%

Dean Winchester x Dean Sinclaire: Pick Me Out of Your Teeth — In Progress 60%

Faith Seed x Reader: Against a Tree prompt — In Progress 80%

Alvin Murphy x Reader: Zombie Messiah's are Too Much Trouble Part 2 — In Progress 95%

John Seed x Reader: Dusk Till Dawn Part 2 — In Progress 10%

John Seed x Reader: Mirror sex prompt — In Progress 5%

Staci Pratt x Reader: Angsty prompt — Planning 0%

#WIP Tag #Fic Progress

1 note · View note

socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 years

Text

Chapter 6 - She-Wolf

Fandom: Far Cry (Video Games), Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Staci Pratt Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Joey Hudson, Earl Whitehorse, Dutch Roosevelt, Xander Flynn, Eli Palmer, Charles Lindsey, John Seed, Joseph Seed

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Eventual Smut, Body Horror, Intimidation, Threats, Unhealthy Relationships, Cheating, Flirting, Angst, Sexual Content, Shower Sex

SMUT AHOY!!!!

(What is a werewolf AU for if not the smut?)

#fan fiction #far cry 5 #staci pratt x female deputy #staci pratt x deputy #staci pratt #oc: kit cross

5 notes · View notes

kurt-stims · 4 months

Text

★ far cry 5 stimboard masterlist.

The Seeds

Joseph Seed.

— Trans! Joseph.

John Seed.

— Achillian! John.

Faith Seed.

— Pansexual! Faith.

Jacob Seed.

Ethan Seed.

Guns for Hire

Sharky Boshaw.

Deputy Department

Deputy Staci Pratt.

Ships

Jacob Seed x Sharky Boshaw.

#puffball-stims #masterlist

1 note · View note

imgnnafurgf · 3 months

Text

Guys I discovered male deputy x Staci Pratt I'm not doing well I need MORE

3 notes · View notes

polyamships · 1 year

Text

May and June 2023 Polyam Shipping Day roundup

Hi everyone - it's been a hectic past few months and we missed our May roundup, so here is the roundup for May and June for Polyam Shipping Day.

We had nine works for the month of June across eight fandoms, and 3 works for the month of May across 3 fandoms. All are linked below:

Boy Meets World: Trust Me (fanfic) by The_Lavender_Creator, ughdotcom (angela moore x cory matthews x shawn hunter x topanga lawrence-matthews)

Far Cry 5: Trusting Them (fanfic) by AutisticWriter (deputy x joey hudson x staci pratt)

Final Fantasy XIV: Clearing The Air (fanfic) by @theoreticalconstruct (thancred waters x urianger augurelt x warrior of light x y'shtola rhul)

Kamen Rider Geats: patiens (fanfic) by @flaim-ita (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Kamen Rider Geats: The Star of the Stars of the Stars and His Co-Stars (fanfic) by @merryfortune (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: The Remaining Stars (fanfic) by@xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: Trust During the Apocalypse (fanfic) by @xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk x yoo sangah)

Sense8: You Have Us (fanfic) by ughdotcom (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sense8: will you touch me like you love me? (fanfic) by @heavensenthale (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sonic the Hedgehog: Trust (fanfic) by @sonysakura (amy rose x shadow the hedgehog x sonic the hedgehog)

Stargate SG-1: the journey home (fanfic) by @nonbinaryezrabridger (daniel jackson x sam carter x teal'c)

Ultimate Spiderman: stars (art) by @rolaplayor101 (danny rand x peter parker x sam alexander)

Thanks to everyone who took part this month!

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for. And if we've missed any items please send us a note and let us know.

#PolyamShippingDay #roundup post #modposts #prompt: trust #prompt: stars

17 notes · View notes

aboyshapeddog · 4 months

Text

WIP ⚠️

A new kind of Bliss

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Drug Use, DubCon, Rough S❈x, kind of a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat moment, Smut, Scent Kink if you squint, Abuse

Staci was no stranger to the effects of Bliss, clouding his mind around the edges while still keeping him focused. He thought it even improved his trial performance on an occasion or two, but that would never be enough reason for him to try it recreationally. Still, he didn't exactly have a choice when Faith came to him with a tester batch she needed some "volunteers" for. But now, the world in a different kind of haze, Staci almost had the mind to regret his decision. He felt, drunk maybe? Warm, definitely. Dizzy. And . . . Slow. This wasn't like the bliss he'd tried before, this felt like it could get messy. He had to really lock in.

This feeling hadn't fully crossed Staci's mind before he found himself in Jacobs office, still holding his clipboard, and stumbling far closer to Jacob than any sane man in the camp would attempt. But the deputy couldn't bring himself to care. Everything seemed funny, Jacobs scowl and harsh tone, what was he even saying? Jacob was so much closer now, leering down at Staci. It didn’t frighten him this time, he felt-

"Did you hear a single word I said?” Staci looked around the room, as if he’d find some clue to piece together everything he’d just missed, as if there were anyone else Jacob could’ve been talking to. "Umm, No." The taller mans jaw clenched, and he puffed out a slow stream of air from his nostrils. It was funny again. "No, Sir.", he corrected himself. Jacob was talking again, but it blurred to background noise as Pratt focused on the tightly crossed arms in front of him, angry red fingers flexing into biceps, biceps shifting the fabric of Jacob’s thin cotton t-shirt.

When did he have time to find shirts that fit so well, maybe that was part of his intimidation tactics- “Pratt.” Staci’s train of thought was cut abruptly as Jacob had grabbed the younger man, calculatedly rotating his arms, holding his head still by the jaw, examining him like an owner might an injured dog "What the hell is wrong with you?" The Herald paused, looking into Pratt's eyes; slow to focus on anything, the Deputy’s dark eyes darker for the size of his pupils. "Fucking Bliss", Jacob couldn't count how many times he'd said that this week alone. With Hope County's favorite law enforcement running around causing more trouble than they were worth, the youngest Seed had taken the liberty of green-lighting the testing faze of her “Experimental Bliss Recipe- different strengths for . . . different uses, don't worry your pretty head too much Brother"; her own little MKULTRA, and that in itself was worrying. This was more worrying.

Staci leaned in to the touch, half for stability, and half for something he didn’t have the mind to think too hard about. Jacob watched as Staci almost nuzzled into his hand, big eyes blinking slowly up at him, defenseless. He was quiet then, something in his gut twisting, his tongue going dry in his mouth as the Deputy stepped closer, smelling him. Staci let out a little laugh- fuck he had to be out of his mind. “Wow, you smell really good.”

He felt like a fox in the hen house. No. He was a wolf with a little rabbit hopping around, right in front of his teeth. He felt big, and strong, like this poor little thing was completely at his mercy; and he liked feeling big. “Pratt”, he warned before catching himself “Wake up.” The slap was sharp, caught along with Staci’s jaw in his other hand, it had to have made the Deputy’s ears ring. Jacob put his teeth away.

“OW!” Staci whined loud, shaking his dopey head like the pain would fall out. Of all the begging and writhing he’d managed to tear from Pratt, this was the most pathetic. It made his blood hot. Even now, they both felt the space between them was far too small. “You are out of it.” Jacob had barely finished speaking before Staci’s“uhhh, yeah” cut him off, “Faith stopped by today, she told me-“ the Deputy’s eyebrows creased “she told me. . .” he looked off, genuinely separated from his train of thought just a moment ago, smiling. “oh, what were we talking about?”

Jacob had to remind himself that he didn’t have time to waste on trivial things, this included. “You’re going to the cage, to sleep this off”, he stated as more of a decree than a conversation piece. Soldiers are no good to him if they can’t think for themselves; Well, no good if they can’t take direction. He grabbed Pratt by the collar of his shirt, and started dragging him back to the door.

“Wait, WAIT!” Pratt’s poor little rabbit heart must be beating out of his chest. “Jacob PLEASE not again, don’t do that, DONT DO THIS TO ME. I’ll-I’ll be good, I was good. I listened to Faith.” The Seed couldn’t pretend he didn’t like seeing Pratt squirm, or try to barter with him like he had a leg to stand on. That tiny bit of fight against someone he couldn’t dream of beating, the display made him hot all over again.

“Good.” Jacob paused, and everything paused,“You have been good haven’t you.” The air couldn’t’ve been stiller. Pratt’s heartbeat in his own ears almost overtook the sound of Jacob’s voice. “Yeah. Yes Sir. I have. I really have.” It sounded like a prayer. Both of Staci’s hands came to cup around Jacob’s own and it felt like one. Down flat on his ass, panting, pulse racing, and looking up with those ditzy, wet, dark eyes. Jacob repositioned himself as he spoke. “You did what Faith asked of you, and then you came right back to me; Isn’t that right?” He had his hands on the younger man again, one now holding firm by Pratt’s throat, the other brushing stray hairs and a tear from his face. “Yes, Sir.” He must’ve started crying when Jacob mentioned the cage. “I want to be good. Please.” It came out as a whisper but oh this was new. Pratt didn’t ask for things, he asked NOT for things when he was desperate. Don’t kill me, Don’t starve me, please Don’t lock me up again. As much as it pissed him off it also intrigued him, the Deputy would never be this talkative with him. There must be something real special about this new bliss. Even with his brain working at what seemed like half speed he still knew to obey, to grovel, and Jacob hadn’t missed how when Staci wasn’t cowering he seemed to be devouring the oldest Seed with his eyes. Drooling. What exactly had Faith done to him?

“Please what, Peaches.” that was it, he’d loved using the attack animal’s name for Pratt, to rub a little dirt in the wound when he had to follow some particularly vicious orders. It didn’t seem to take that effect. As if he hadn’t just been slapped and dragged, Pratt’s wet eyes stayed glued hot on Jacob’s hands as he licked his lips, not yet coming up with an answer.

Jacob grunted, turning to unravel himself from the Deputy before he was interrupted by a shaky hand moving to his thigh, he inhaled sharply. This, he was not expecting. “Please can I-“ it was taking everything in Staci to get the right words out, he finally made eye contact with Jacob again “-would you let me be good for you, Sir?”

Staci didn’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t a hand massaging through his scalp. The younger man slowly opened the eyes he didn’t realize he had shut, and took in Jacob’s expression; mouth slightly parted in minute but unmistakable shock, then closing fast into his normal mask of stoicism. “And how do you plan on doing that for me, Deputy?”

Staci straightened himself out on his knees, now directly in front of Jacob. Staci focused on his hands, moving them achingly slowly up Jacob’s calves, delicately into the pits of his knees, and up backs of his thighs; two sets of eyes locked onto his movements. He switched to one hand then, steadying the right to hold the older man in place, and the left continuing up the front of the taller man’s well worn jeans; stopping to rub hard with his thumb, and tracing circles on the meat of Jacob’s upper thigh. He could feel the muscles twitch under his hands; Staci licked his pink, chapped, lips. It was like the fear earlier had cleared the fog from his mid, he had to be insane to seriously go through with this; he took a steadying breath.

Now Staci was looking up at his captor with tear dried cheeks, through wet lashes. Jacob felt his teeth come out.

Staci’s hand moved inch by inch to the zipper, like any moment God would strike him down for his trangressions. He was almost right, in a moments notice Jacob made quick work of finishing the job himself, batting Staci’s hand away and replacing it with his own. Jacob unzipped his pants and used his grip, now in Staci’s hair to pull his face right up against his exposed grey boxers. “Is this what you wanted, Pratt? Is this why you came in here? Hmm?” His voice was low, and growly, Pratt could feel it as much as he could hear it. The nodding of his head was so slow and minute Jacob thought he could’ve been seeing things. “I need an answer, Pratt.” He was just gloating at this point, his apparently drug-dumb attack dog was practically salivating at the sight of his boxers. Too slow to even compute what he’d gotten himself into. Pratt pulled his nose from its position crushed against the larger man’s pubic bone, not before inhaling his scent deeply, “Yes, Sir.”

Jacob ran his thumb over Pratt’s bottom lip and pushed, guiding his mouth open, “That’s a good boy, Peaches.” He ran his thumb slowly down to the Deputy’s chin, cupping it and using his leverage to push his cock down the man’s throat. Staci choked immediately, tears filling his eyes again. He kept them on Jacob, he smiled “Such a good boy.” Shallow thrusts invaded Staci’s mouth, he felt like he would explode. His own cock completely stiff was trapped behind the fly of his jeans, agonizing him with every minute push.

Jacob pulled himself out fully, giving Pratt a minute to cough and suck in some deep breaths “You want me to cum in your fuckin throat, Peaches? Or on your pretty little face?” He punctuated the last sentence by slapping his spit slick cock against the Deputy’s cheek. “On my-“ he panted for breath he couldn’t hold, “on my uh-“ Jacob didn’t wait, “Wrong answer, Pratt.” He shoved himself back into Pratt’s mouth and fucked it the same way he would any toy, drinking in the wet choking, whining, and moaning he could hear through the muffle in his prey’s mouth. Drool coated Staci’s chin and dropped on to the floor below them. “I see you getting messy boy, you’re not gonna lose a drop of this though are you?” Staci was too busy trying to figure out how to hump his own legs to care when Jacob manually moved his head up and down in a nod up and down on his cock. “Fuckin Christ” The Herald groaned, picking up his pace. “Heh.” He panted. “Be a good boy a swallow all this down for me, Pratt.”

He came down Staci’s throat with a few rough pumps, the Deputy’s throat spasming trying to accommodate all that was forced down. Staci could swear it was going to start coming out of his nose. But then just as soon as it started, Jacob had pulled out and tucked himself away, breathing heavy through his nose. “Fucking hell, Pratt” he sighed, taking in Staci’s own situation, feeling generous.

“You want any help with that, Deputy?”, he was gloating again. He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the deputy up to his feet with one arm across his chest, he freed his cock from the tight jean zipper. The air in the room was shocking cold to his hot sweaty skin. “Oh and would you look at that.” Staci turned away from himself, shutting his eyes again, completely embarrassed. The head was shiny, and wet partly down the shaft from the precum that oozed in Staci’s boxers.

Jacob’s free hand shoved two fingers in Staci’s mouth, soaking them in his thick saliva; he then spit in his hand for good measure before gripping Staci’s cock.

Staci mewled and Jacob bit him, hard, teeth sinking into the junction between his neck and shoulder, and he began pumping his fist around Staci hard and fast. The Deputy’s squirming wouldn’t do much, energy exhausted and horny beyond belief, all Staci could do was drool, whine, beg, and try not to let his knees give out. It wasn’t long before he was cumming to, the overstimulation, the sensitivity, and Jacob’s hot grunts into his neck all pushed him over the edge with a toe curling orgasm.

The Herald helped him down to his knees and tucked him back into his pants, kissing the angry red bite he had left Staci as a souvenir. Jacob exited and re-entered to room as Staci continued trying to calm his breath, a roll of paper towels was dropped at his side. “Clean this up.” Staci waited a moment before speaking, throat raw from use, and still catching his breath“Yes, Jacob”.

The oldest Seed checked himself in the mirror before readying to leave, “And don’t come in to my office high again. Or i’ll do you much, much worse.” The pause this time was organic, Staci shocked into momentary silence before cracking a smile. “Yes, Jacob”.

#ns/fw #jacob x staci #nsft #jacob seed x staci pratt #staci/jacob #jacob seed #staci pratt #this has only been proof read by me so it is not perfect it definitely needs some edits but HEY IT IS WHAT IT IS #again i just got back into writing so totally point things out to me if you think the deserve correction <3 #hope u enjoy #my writing #⚠️

11 notes · View notes