#far cry 5 smut

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i am so glad im finding another person who writes for far cry :)) if possible, can we see a jacob seed x gn!deputy who replaces pratt as his prisoner? it ends with jacob being their one and only, (even if its dubcon)

WIND — UP TOY

jacob seed x gn!deputy

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ ty for being my first submission ! jacob and his region lowkey scare the shit out of me lmao 🙏 kinda a little fucked up but I mean it’s jacob seed . also sorry this took so long ); smut below the cut

no use of y/n , reader is referred to as ‘ deputy ’ . gender specific nicknames are replaced by ‘ pup ’ . not beta - read

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ blasphemy , deputy is treated like a dog , implied forced cannibalism , implied death of a minor character , brainwashing , jacobs his own warning isn’t he ? smut : dub - con , degrading , oral ( m receiving ) , soft - ish sex , penetration , dacryphillia , one - sided orgasm .

It always crept up on him when he least expected it; when things began to have a sense of normalcy. His days a haze and his nights clouded with gunfire and explosions, dreams marred with blood and the guts of former comrades and men who died far too young. For what?

What is the American dream when the world is going to end anyways? What are the soldiers overseas fighting for when the rivers will soon flow with blood and the ground tarred with ash?

His hand runs over his face; rubbing tired eyes. Demons of his past prey on him while he sleeps, turning him weak. Two to three hours is good enough for him, leaves him rested enough for his eyes to focus on the maps in front of him.

Being the leader of the army of Eden’s Gate wasn’t an easy job, though he held it with pride - a cardinal sin - but Joseph would forgive him as long as the prophecies his little brother had bouncing around his head came true. Jacob didn’t know if he believed in anything, really, it was hard to imagine God was with the soldiers that clutched cross pendants behind HESCO barriers.

But where he might’ve drifted from the true meaning of the cause further and further, where he might’ve argued the existence of a higher power with Joseph; one thing grounded him to his purpose and place in the cult. The Deputy.

Joseph’s ramblings were insane to the layman and gospel to the believer - but it seemed right now they were damn prophetic. Everything he said the Deputy would do; they did, and left bodies in their wake. Sometimes, he would watch whatever the cameras picked up of them on his screens, how they traversed the Whitetails with an almost practiced knowledge.

Sometimes, he felt like the eighteen year old new enlistee again when he watched them. The blood, the gunfire. Jacob Seed was a tough man, righteous and brave, but he would look down at them in their cage and feel the fire on his skin from the ranch he burned all those years ago.

He hated the feeling, wanting to drive his pocket knife into his chest and carve out every semblance of memory he had. But then his music box would rewind, and he would hear the sweet sound of the Platters crooning through the wood and metal and maybe, just maybe, things would be okay for him.

So he watched the way the Deputy writhe behind those thick steel bars against the cold soil, not afforded the luxuries even the most depraved prisoners received. Weak and idiotic for attempting to save their friend; but a mind that could be molded with the right tune.

Staci Pratt was a good pet; Pavlovian in nature and willing to do anything for the oldest Seed brother, so maybe that’s why Jacob began to grow bored of the man. Maybe that’s why he entertained the cracks beginning to show in the conditioning, how Pratt’s eyes softened at the sight of their co-worker being taunted by the Herald and yet knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

An escape plan, of course he knew about it, he had eyes and ears everywhere and could always tell when one of his dogs stepped out of line. A perfectly timed truck, the siren going off to alert that a prisoner had escaped, catching Pratt as he allowed the Deputy to leave without him. It was almost sweet, but moreover vomit-inducing, like a lamb.

Sheep are creatures controlled by their own nature, that’s why dogs have to herd them back into formation - like a general in charge of new recruits. Intolerables are discharged, lambs are taken to the slaughterhouse. Nature, the circle of life, the bad meat is thrown out for the poor and needy to pick through.

“Eat. You wouldn’t want to fall sick, would you?”

A tin was placed in front of the Deputy, they had been through this before. Starved for however many days Jacob deemed necessary - usually ten - before they are given nothing but raw meat to eat. Never did they think they would yearn for the peanuts and beer served at the Spread Eagle, but there was no position to argue about what they were being given here.

Some fell over the side as greedy hands shoveled clump after clump into their mouth, covering it in a pitiful yet successful attempt to keep it down. Never did they ask what kind of meat it was, choosing to instead assume it was from one of the many cow farms in the valley.

“You’re hungry, aren’t ya, pup? You’re lucky, that’s a nice cut of meat.” A grin played on his face as he leaned against the metal bars, fingers grazing over his music box. There wouldn’t be any culling today, no, he had a much better idea in mind.

“Where’s Pratt?”

“Not even a thank you for my generosity, aren’t you fierce?”

“Where is he?”

“Peaches’s little act of rebellion earned him a punishment, I mean; that’s only fair. In a war like this you can’t go sympathizing with the devil, no matter how well you knew them before.”

It’s not an answer, but there’s an unspoken understanding that that is the closest thing the Deputy will get to knowing. A huff falling from their lips, ever the ungrateful dog; but their bowl is licked clean and what more can Jacob ask for?

A soft tsk fell from his lips, cold and condescending because how could he be anything but? Did the thing below him deserve care and kindness? Maybe at some point when they were strong, when their mind was still their own, but now they were nothing but a lamb being fattened for the slaughter.

His fingers grasped their chin, forcing eye contact and no doubt leaving marks that would form bruises. How much had they been through? Chest slashed with the markings from Jacobs little brother and mind already foggy from the bliss that grew in the Henbane; but there was a certain pride he took in being the one to break them.

How much time had passed? Had anyone come looking for them? Jacob had often taunted them, used the fact that they were immobile against the conditioning he had given them to contact anyone. The rebellion would fall without their snake, maybe it already had, how would the Deputy know?

It wasn’t their place to think anymore, to simply let the oldest Herald put a leash around their neck and sit beside like a good dog. Their mind wasn’t their own, now it belonged to him and they had no room to complain.

“Look at’chu, open your mouth.” But he didn’t wait for them to comply, instead he bullied his fingers against their tongue, exploring over their gums and teeth. They could bite him, certainly, but they didn’t - wouldn’t.

Who was Jacob Seed but their owner? He had saved them from themselves, from the blood and the gore and the fire that threatened to burn the world to nothing but ashes. Joseph had greeted them in their new form, John had shown up to pout, but their eyes only ever stayed on the eldest.

“Such a good pup, ‘ did a wonderful job training you, huh?” He asked as if they could answer, as if they weren’t preoccupied by the fingers that traced their mouth like he was mapping them out.

A hum passed from his lips as he removed his fingers, instead moving to undo the buckle on his belt. Even in this state, the Deputy wasn’t stupid and could very clearly tell what was coming next. So, to hopefully avoid any wrath from him, moved to help undo his pants.

Leaning back in his chair and observing as they removed his pants, fingers trailing over the growing bulge in his boxers. Jacob was a stoic man, never did the Deputy know if they were really doing good, but he didn’t scold them so there was no stopping.

Hands smoothed out the black fabric a bit nervously, playing with the hem for a moment before a soft grunt from the Herald alerted them. Knowingly, their fingers hooked underneath the waistband and pulled it away from his freckled skin, letting it pool at his ankles along with his pants.

Wrapping around the base of his still hardening cock, their eyes fluttered up to meet his gray ones. A silent beg, a plea that they were doing alright and there would be no punishment later. All they got in return was a small nod; though there was no love or care behind it. More like a drill sergeant instructing a particularly moldable soldier.

Gentle, unsure licks placed against his tip, hand working against the base; fingers brushing against veins that worked overtime to pump blood to his dick. Jacob Seed was not one for taking his sweet time, his fingers tangled in their hair as he pushed their head down on his aching cock.

A soft gag fell from their lips, hands moving from him to settle on his toned thighs. A heavy breath leaving their nose as they tried their hardest to relax, nuzzling against his untamed ginger hair. He relished in the warmth of their throat, the tightness eliciting a groan as he pushed his hips up.

Their gagging was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, the soft whimpers and tears that emitted from the Deputy as they tried their hardest to just breathe through their nose. He loved the power he held over them, how those pretty tears fell for him.

“Cmon pup, look up at me.”

Fighting between lifting their head to meet his gaze and keeping their mouth wrapped around his cock, the Deputy managed to tilt their head up enough to see him. His smirk widened, cock throbbing against their throat as he watched the tears continue to fall from them.

Another few thrusts to the back of their throat before he groaned, pulling their head off his dick with a small ‘pop’. A trail of saliva still connected their lips, pre-cum mixed in with it. He couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from him at the sight of their swollen lips and heavy breathing.

“Poor thing. Don’t cry, I take care of you, don’t I?”

The Deputy couldn’t do anything but nod, and maybe it was a bit true. Jacob did care for them in his own sick and twisted way. In the back of their mind they wondered if this was how he treated Pratt behind close doors; more like a prized trophy than a lover.

His hands grabbed at their hips, pulling them onto his lap. The small barrier of whatever clothes they had been wearing on their lower half before was quickly removed, giving him access to everything he wanted.

Burying their face into the crook of his neck and wrapping arms around the back of him, the Herald lifted their hips once more to guide himself inside their needy hole before pushing them down onto him. Stretching, pain emanating from the sudden intrusion, he could feel the tears that fell from them and landed against his skin.

He cooed, a grin still wide on his face. His hands still settled on their hips, guiding them up and down on his cock. Gentle movements at first that quickly devolved to an almost feral extent. His pre-cum marred the inside of their hole, creating wet and sticky sounds everytime he fucked in and out of them.

It felt like a dam was about to break by the time Jacob decided he was finished. Loud sobs wracked their body as they cuddled closer to him, so close yet so far. His hips continued to move for a moment; stuttering and shifting a bit before he released inside of them, filling them with his cum.

The Deputy finally leaned back after a moment, tears still flowing from their now red eyes, sniffling - but they still attempted to move their hips over him. To get any kind of release as the Herald caught his breath. Needily grinding against his lap, hands clutching his shirt in a pitiful attempt that only made him laugh more.

“Oh, look at’chu. Pup needs to get off too, huh? Don’t worry, I told you I’ll take care of you.”

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Jacob Seed •°• Hazy moments △SMUT△

Title: Hazy moments

Rating: Explicit, smut, pwp

Category: F/M

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob seed x F!reader

Characters: Jacob seed, reader

Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink

Word count: 1560

a/n: not the best but still posting it

Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.

"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.

You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.

There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.

Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.

"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."

You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.

"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.

Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.

You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.

You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.

Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.

His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.

He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.

He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.

Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."

You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.

You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"

He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option??? Over your head while he pressed into your heat.

Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.

You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.

"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."

You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.

Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.

It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.

He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.

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Uncensored version over twitter . Next in line John or maybe Joseph?

[donat-senpai]

There's only one main rule in this place: "Father knows best." You don't argue when his kisses get more intimate. "Let me take care of you", - he says and you let his tongue slip into your mouth. "Stay close - it's safe here", - he says and you believe him. His hand gently holds you close during the sermon. "Love is not a sin", - he says, leaning over you, spreading your legs. And you do not doubt his words, because Joseph knows best.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Can i get “Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” for kit and jacob please?

thank you @direwombat!!

Yet another smut that took me wayyy too long to finish, but it's here (after 10 months or something ridiculous like that)

can also be read on AO3 - The Hunt (3589 words)

18+ Minors DNI - Explicit smut, breeding kink, Predator/Prey dynamics, Bondage, borders on CNC, Kit and Jacob being freaks (affectionate)

A ten-minute head start. 

That’s all he gave her. 

Kit’s heart raced in her chest as she moved at breakneck speeds through the forests that surrounded Cedar Lake. She had no idea where he would be coming from or what he had planned, all she did know was what her survival instinct kept telling her – RUN . Hardly dressed for the environment, all she had on was one of Jacob’s oversized tees and her combat boots, but she’d be damned if she was going to let that slow her down, this was the hunt and GOD did she live for the chase. 

Diving over fallen trees and sliding through dirt and gravel she made a quick path for the densest collection of trees, where the orange and pink of the dusky evening sun couldn’t reach through the branches above. Dark, secluded, and quiet – a spot that would make her near impossible to find. Hiding in amongst the colossal ferns, she caught her breath. Her quickened pulse started to slow, until a twig snapped, and she could hear movement in the underbrush.

Local fauna or… ?

Sinking lower until her belly was in the cold, wet earth, her shirt growing damp against her bare skin, she scanned the area, trying to make heads or tails of where the sounds were coming from, and then she noticed the flash of the laser sight. 

He was close. 

Slowly crawling back up onto her knees, she darted off once more, sprinting as fast as her legs could take her even as the roots of the trees threatened to trip her and pointed branches jutting out like sharpened spears slashed at her bare skin. The blood running down her calves did nothing to stop her, it just made her feel more alive, the heat in her core only rising higher with each pound of her boots below...

“Come on angel, I know you’re out there.” He sang the words out, taunting her. “You gotta be getting tired by now.”

Like fuck she was. 

“You know the hunt only excites me,” Jacob teased, the cruel grin he was assuredly wearing evident in the sound of his voice. 

He was distant enough she knew she still had an advantage, but it was clear he was on her tail and for someone as big and intimidating as Jacob Seed was, he could be so goddamn quiet . It was hard to know just how long her lead would last, there was no telling when he might finally catch her. 

She smiled, her chest heaving, having to bite back on the hoarse laugh that wanted to break free – Kit was enjoying herself a little too much. 

“This isn’t supposed to be the fun part, kitten.”

Shit. He heard her. 

B-lining for the tallest spruce tree with the densest cover, she shoved the toe of her boot into the knotted bark, leaping up to meet the closest branch. Climbing up into the welcoming arms that would provide much needed cover, Kit gave her wounds a once over. Nothing life threatening, nothing that had to be treated right away. 

Spying through the boughs that sheltered her, she watched him enter the clearing. Jacob’s pale eyes steered around the trees and the forest floor figuring out which direction she went in. He was no stranger to searching for tracks, both animal and human alike, and with a spongy forest floor he could see exactly where her footprints stopped. Lifting his rifle, looking through the scope, the barrel rose to exactly where she was sitting, and the laser sight was aimed straight at her chest. The little red dot settled neatly between her breasts, light flashing on the gray cotton. 

He was playing with his food. 

Giving a toothy half grin, he called up to her in a drawl, “Found ya.”

Her tongue dragged against her teeth, the urge to rend flesh from bone creeping up on her. Piercing eyes narrowed and she swung her legs down from the branch, jumping from the tree. She braced herself as she landed in the dirt below, her knees scuffed and covered in dirt, little chunks of bark and soil now ingrained into the skin. Her feline stare threatened she would pounce, but instead she turned and ran, quickly picking up speed. 

She hadn’t given up yet. 

Pushing the drooping boughs out of her way, she let them slingshot backwards behind her, buying her that extra moment to get away if he was following. But her efforts counted for little, as she felt the sudden burning sting and the pressure of a slug cutting its way through her flesh. Stumbling forward, her feet carried her without any control and she careened into a tree. Her nails dug into the bark when she tried to catch herself, hissing as she gritted her teeth together and clenched her jaw, pressing her hand to the wound to apply pressure. Blood dripped down between her fingers, and coated her palm, and the smell of iron hung in the air. 

“Motherfucker.”

A large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, ragged fingernails digging into the thin skin, as Jacob shoved her up against the trunk. The whisper of metal against the leather sheath of the holster on his thigh was a small warning before the cold bite of the blade was held to her throat. Her heart raced, causing blood that pumped just below the surface to thunder through her veins. His chest pressed up against her back and the smell of cigarette smoke, the musk of his sweat, and the petrichor of the wet forest that clung to him and his clothing drowned out the rest of her senses, even as he pressed his nose against her, breathing her in as much as she was with him. The copper hair of his beard burning her wind bitten skin as his rough hand trailed up the outside of her thigh, his weight pinning her to the tree.  

“Thought I’d just let you get away, huh? Thought you could outrun me?” He whispered in her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe. “And now you’re all mine. You’re gonna wish you never ran, angel.” 

A guttural moan purred from the back of her throat, the rumbling of some giant prowling wildcat building from her chest. A hint of the predator that lay beneath the flesh, the one made docile so she could act as prey. 

Pushing his leg between her thighs, the muscles under the denim of his jeans gave her just enough friction to use as she started to grind her hips against it. 

“Can’t control yourself for a minute, can you, Kitty? You’re just a fuckin’ animal, aren’t ya?” He slapped her ass, making her whine. “Hold still,” he ordered, voice low and commanding and she was forced to obey. Jacob slammed his knife into the trunk beside her head and pulled at the neatly coiled rope slung over his shoulder, the bundle falling into his hands. “Made me hunt ya down, now I get to have my fun.”

He snatched both of her wrists in just one hand, forcing them behind her back, and wrapped the rope around, binding her. Kit ground her teeth, clenching her jaw as the rope was tightened to the point her circulation was nearly cut off, her fingertips starting to go numb. She hissed as the fibers clung and dug into her wrists, burning at her skin as she struggled against her restraints.

Wrapping his hand up in the material of her shirt, still holding her tied wrists together before spinning her around, Jacob tossed her to the ground. The wind knocked from her temporarily, and she was left sputtering for air.

Kicking her legs wider apart, Jacob knocked at her ankle with the toe of his boot before sitting on top of her legs. She was trapped below him as his weight pressed against her. Leaning down, brushing his hand through her hair, he tucked her auburn waves to one side as he whispered in her ear, "You are so fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know that? Seeing you all tied up like this, it makes a man lose sense of himself. You can't run, so I guess you better accept the fact, Deputy Cross –” Clenching a fistful of hair in his hand, he pulled back hard making her wince and her eyes start to sting as he snarled in her ear. “That I'm gonna fuck you into the dirt until you're left wanting to claw at it and you’re screaming my name."

Laughing, she swung her head back to clock him in the mouth, but instead he forced her head back down, pushing her cheek into the forest floor.

"Good try, kitten. But now I'm gonna have to punish ya." 

Ripping open the back of her shirt, exposing her body to him, he was able to take in all of her toned muscle as she wriggled under him. "Y'know, I gotta say, a woman with a body like yours, does wonders for a man's libido. Ass and thighs like that, and those childbearing hips, well –” Rough, calloused hands fell to her hips as he licked his chops, his tongue dragging against the edges of his teeth. “Might just have to breed ya.”

His timbre was a low rumble, vibrating into her through her flesh, traveling through her nerves as his words coursed down the length of her spine, coiling up in her belly. "Fuck you," Kit snapped, her teeth clicking together as she bared them, not letting up from the struggle she continued under him. 

"That's the plan." Dragging her hips up towards him while she lay prone on the ground, he pressed his bulge against her, and with only a layer of denim separating them he started to grind against the curve of her ass as he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly with one hand. Freeing his hard cock, it throbbed with the anticipation of being inside of her – a sensation they both fully enjoyed.

“Keep that ass up for me, kitten.” Jacob commanded, growling out the words. 

Staring down at the vision before him, hands tied behind her back, ready and willing (even if she pretended the opposite) he smirked as the moonlight reflected off the sheen that had spread from her cunt to the inside of her thighs. Slipping his hand between her legs, he cupped her pussy and could feel the heat radiating off of it despite the cold. 

“You excited, Kitty?”

She scoffed, blowing bits of woody debris away from her mouth. “Like you really have to ask.”

He chuckled darkly and ran two of his fingers down the length of her folds, spreading them open. Moaning as he paid special attention to her clit, Kit gasped as his thumb pressed at the puckered hole of her ass. Her legs started to shake, eyes shutting tight, and a low, desperate whine leaked from her. “Please, Jacob. I need your cock.”

“Ah ah ah, Kitty. You know better. Begging isn’t gonna get you anywhere with me. Though it sure is pretty the way you say my name.”

She mewled and whimpered as he slid his fingers into her, curling them back and forth against her walls. Stroking the spongy, sensitive areas that made her stomach tighten on reflex. The wet sounds of his fingers dragging in and out of her making her head spin. 

“So wet for me already,” he cooed.

She nodded, swallowing heavily, gulping for air and unable to get the words out to respond. 

“Just remember, angel. You asked for this.” His hand slapped against her ass cheek with a loud crack, leaving a bright pink hand print behind. 

Knees buckling, she squealed as he continued with several more hard spanks against her, the sting making her flesh hot, and despite the cold of the mountain, there was a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. 

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it? I gotta fuck you in the dirt too, huh?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close; he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deeply, muffling her noises with his tongue, and biting down on her lower lip when she cried out. His hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit and she became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her. 

“Say it, kitten. Say it for me.”

Her body stiffened, her cunt left empty, but an inferno ripped through her entirely, her brow furrowing as she moaned through her aching chest. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

He grabbed her jaw and ran his tongue up the length of the side of her neck. Licking up her sweat, dragging his teeth against the beat of her pulse just under the skin. “That’s my good girl,” he growled, his lips pressed against her. 

Pushing her back to the ground, he flipped her over and ripped open the front of her shirt as well, the material falling away from her in shreds. With her back resting on top of her hands, she was made immobile under him as he threw her legs over his shoulders. 

Jacob collected her breasts in his large hands, squeezing at the flesh and the fat. Rolling her nipples between his thumb and finger and then pinching them. Hard . She could do nothing but cry out while her back arched, shoulders pressing into the earth as her head tipped back. His hands dragged down the curve of her waist, fingertips running against the sensitive flesh of her scars along her abdomen, his nails scratching at her pale skin leaving angry red lines behind and making her shiver. 

Her senses all heightened, her mind still on high alert from the chase, every touch of his against her felt like a spark of lightning shooting through her. Her heart pounded, her mind raced, and her lungs took in breath after breath of the pine filled air, the smell of the fresh glacier fed lake water drifting in the breeze was a heady perfume she was drenched in. Being with him, outside and on his mountain only made her blood flow faster. It was having the same effect on him as well, as he stared at her hungrily with darkened eyes made nearly black from his blown-out pupils. 

Kissing along the lengths of her calves, the whiskers of his beard scratched against her skin and the clotting cuts, burning her as his hands rubbed over muscle, massaging the scar tissue and fresh wounds alike, fighting off the freezing mountain air that chilled her. He stared at her from the corner of his eye, not taking his attention off of her for a single moment as she looked up at him panting, trying her best to adjust her hands to get comfortable. 

Holding her hips, he groaned as he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and thrust deep inside of her. Dragging it back and forth, in and out of her, he slowly rocked his hips as she stretched open wider for him, coating him in her arousal. Teasing her as he pressed further into her, length disappearing as he bottomed out right to the base of his cock. Wiry ginger hair matted against hers while he filled her completely, only to pull out and then give her just the tip.  

Biting down on her lower lip, she whined and wriggled her hips trying to get him to go in deeper. 

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” He shoved himself into her again and she cried out. Following every thrust with a stuttered group of words he strained to get out “I’m gonna. Have to. Train you. All over again. Aren’t I?” 

Her eyes rolled back into her head, the pressure inside becoming too much, going deeper than he ever had before. 

“Maybe keep you on that collar and leash permanently ‘til you learn your place again.”

She wriggled her legs free from his shoulders just enough to dig her heels in the dirt, trying to kick him off of her. 

Clamping his hands down on her thighs, he dragged her back towards him, scraping her back in the dirt and her howl met with the chorus of his roaming packs of Judges out in the forest. Jacob wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing it just tight enough to get her to stop moving as she focused on her breathing. 

“Where the fuck are you goin’? I’m not done with you yet.”

He grabbed the front of her thighs and pushed down against her until her knees pressed into her chest. Trapped in a mating press, all she could do was moan and mewl underneath him. Flushed from her chest to the tips of her ears, her skin glowed as bright a scarlet as her hair. Her whole body shook underneath him, quivering and spasming with how he treated her and her sensitive, aching cunt. Pounding into her relentlessly, his pale eyes stared down at her. More a wolf than a man, Jacob was allowed release from the rules and control that was expected of him as the Herald and as the leader of the Father’s army.

 "What happens, huh? What happens if I make this one take?"

"Suppose that's up to you, isn't it? Would you still want me?" She looked up at him, eyes searching his face for the answer.

"You know I would."

His mouth crashed down onto hers, his big hand brushing through the sweaty hair on her forehead and into the crown of copper hair on her head, continuing to thrust into her. Fucking into her as deep as he could go, as deep as she could take him. 

She was sure he’d hit her cervix several times, her cunt aching and sore, sharp stinging shots throbbed through her abdomen, but he wouldn’t let up – she didn’t want him to either – pain was part of the experience, it added to the whole and never retracted anything from it. What did she care when her body was already broken? 

“Fuck, Jacob, you’re so deep.”

Chuckling quietly while pressing wet, lazy kisses to her neck, his lips wrapped over where her carotid beat and he sucked on the pulsing, sweaty skin. Beads of his sweat dripped off the tip of his nose and rolled down her throat and onto her chest, mixing with her own. Picking up his pace, increasing the force with which he snapped his hips, Jacob began to grunt. His hot breath fanned against her, his brow furrowing as he growled from deep in his chest with a low rumble like thunder. 

“Feel so goddamn good, angel.”

He was getting close; the rhythm he had once now just as lost as he was at the sensation of having every inch of himself shoved deep inside of her. Groaning, fighting against the bitter ache in his gut that told him to use her for his own needs, to get whatever he wanted from her. She was tied up, trapped, and she couldn’t fight any longer (not that she would if she could). She was all his. 

“I’m gonna fill you up, angel. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum your little cunt isn’t gonna be able to hold it all.”

His fingers dug into her thighs, sharp stabbing thrusts of his cock inside her let her know he was nearly finished. His pace picking up, his balls slapping against her as his breath heaved out in pants. “Fuck,” he rasped. His breath hitched as his legs shuddered and spasmed, shaking as he flooded her womb. 

Laying on top of her, his cock softening, it slipped out of her, and his seed dripped from between her thighs that were all slick with both of their fluids. Seeping out of her (just like he said it would) onto the forest floor as he pressed lazy kisses to her lips, catching his breath between each meeting of their mouths. He rolled over to lay beside her and dragged the back of his hand across his forehead to wipe off the sweat, coughing and clearing the phlegm and debris that had caught in his lungs and throat. “Goddamn, kitten.” His arm wrapped over her and pulled her body in towards him, bathing her in the heat he seemed to radiate like a furnace. “This might have been one of your best ideas yet,” Jacob said with a smirk. “Didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

“No,” she mumbled, still somewhat in a daze, the afterglow telling her to give into much needed sleep, but she fought the urge to close her eyes.

“Good.” He brushed his hand over the damp hairs that clung to her cheek and kissed her forehead before taking off his field jacket and draping it over her. “Better get back soon before you catch your death out here.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed before nuzzling up against him, wrapping herself up entirely in the safety of him. Surrendering. 

[grimmylover7]

Exert from Chapter 1 - Chokehold

Smut: 18+ Only

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah. She was definitely enjoying Hope County. 

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

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

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

“Foods not gonna put itself on the table.” 

“True that.”

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

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

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

“Trying to one up me, lumberjack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is the eighth time.” She grumbled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That a challenge?” He gruffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which... is exactly what she did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Call me Rook.” 

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

[roaringlion]

I’m in a sl#tty mood this month

I will credit creators if the second option is chosen

[some27-url]

[A Different Kind of Love]

Far Cry 5 • [Explicit] • [Graphic Depictions of Violence] ••Jacob Seed/female Deputy • Eli Palmer/female deputy•• Whump • Physical Violence • Brainwashing • Eventual Smut

Jacob's boots appeared in her line of sight. When he leaned down far enough to make eye contact she couldn't help but squirm at the sight of him hanging over her, looking like destruction personified. He was covered in soot from head to toe, though some had been cleared from around his eyes, and his copper hair struggled to peek out from under all the dust. She yanked frantically on her restraints. “Where's your first aid kit?” he asked, shouting like he was trying to reach her through a bad connection. “I'd like to stitch your goddamned head before you bleed out.”

“Eat shit,” she sneered.

Rook and Jacob end up in a bunker alone for the collapse. Hilarity ensues.

X x X x X

[chubbysciencenerd]

Confession, JohnSeedxFemReader!Smut

Idk what tags to put srry!

Ps sorry this ones a bit short<3

You look around nervously as you walk up to John Seeds ranch unarmed, in fact with no weapons whatsoever on your person. Some of the other peggies look at you only remembering the version of you before you turned to Eden's Gate. You make your way to the door as people start whispering around the compound you knock on the door shyly. Your plan was to face your sins, the one sin you still endured and that was lust. Lust for John Seed. John opens the door to see a visibly embarrassed deputy. He glances outside seeing people talking as he grabs your shoulder softly pulling you inside before shutting the door. He looks down at you worried about why you were here. “Deputy, are you alright? Why are you here?” He worriedly brings you over to his couch and sits next to you looking at you intently. He didn't care that you once had a job to kill him, that's the point of salvation. “I.. I feel like sin is washing over me.” you speak quietly but loud enough for him to hear, you look down at your legs anxiously. He was somewhat relieved when he found out it wasn't the other peggies that had you like that. “Darling, is it one sin? Or multiple? You know I'm here to help, especially for stuff like this.”

He grabs your hands and takes them into his cause you look up at him, he seemed caring, he wasnt mad that you were filled with sin he just wanted to help. You blush at his nickname he gave you, and you look down anxiously. “Lust..” You speak quietly yet again. His eyes widened a little bit not quite expecting that from a little ol innocent looking you. “Lust is unfortunately a normal feeling, we just can't let it overpower us. That's the only way it is truly a sin. Do you know where all of this lust is coming from?”

You keep your head down and mumble “A certain person..” He can hear what you said but barely, “You need to start speaking up darling, have you gone and talked to this person about how you're feeling?” Fuck you hated how much this felt like a therapy session, you look up at him with weak doe eyes, “Im talking to him about it now.” 

His expression goes blank before quickly getting a little flustered. “I'm proud of you for coming to me, But I really hope that's not the only reason you came to me. I can always help you no matter what deputy.” He holds your hands tighter as he looks deeply in your eyes, “And thank you for being honest” His tone changes to almost.. A seductive one? 

“You know what's the best way to stop a craving? To give someone what they’re craving” He comes so close to you on the couch and studies your face carefully.

It seemed to you that he was sinning with lust too, he moved one of his hands to your thighs and the other to the side of your face before slowly pulling you into a kiss. You had no intention of this happening when you came over but god damn you were doing anything but complaining. He slowly moves his hands to your waist squeezing gently before pulling you onto his lap. He's quick to start to trail the kisses from your chin and down to your neck, your breathing grows heavy as he does so. Your fingers roam through his hair completely messing up its slicked back state, you tug on it slightly as he starts to move your hips on his lap controlling you just by gripping your waist. You forgot how lustful of a person John was. He places a soft bite on your neck before doing the same to your earlobe making a shiver run down your spine. You whimper in his ear quickly causing his lust to grow.

 He tugs at the hem of your shirt quickly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor, he begins to admire your body, your scars and tattoos. He returns his grip on your waist before placing soft kisses along the top of your breasts. His hands slide up your body and around to your back as he unclasps your bra quickly tossing that on the floor by your shirt. He is quick to fondle your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it while softly tugging on it with his teeth. Your breath grows shallow as you continue to play with his hair, after a few minutes he pushes you up and off the couch before grabbing your hand and quickly leading you to his bedroom. He pushes you onto the bed as he starts to take off his vest, his shirt soon to follow. He tugs at your jeans holding your panties with them and you lift your hips allowing him to pull them off. He quickly climbs on top of you with his knee pressed at your heat.

He kisses from your neck painfully slowly dragging the kisses down till he reaches your heat, he looks up at your flustered face before placing a few soft kisses to your dripping core before starting to testing your clit with his tongue before dipping into your heat with his tongue sloppily tasting you and loving every second of it. Your fingers run through his hair squeezing it tightly as your thighs squeeze around his head. You moan breathlessly and it sounds like music to his ears though it's quite hard to hear with your thighs squeezing his head. He snakes his hand under your thigh and moves his mouth back to your clit before sliding two digits into your heat quickly pumping into you curling them perfectly to hit that one spot. Your legs start to shake around his head as you near your desperately needed orgasm. He speeds up with work with his mouth and fingers until you reach your finish, he slows down before taking out his fingers and licking them clean before licking up whatever he can from your heat. He trails back up your body with soft kisses before coming back up to your face giving him a long heated kiss with your juices still covering his beard. You take your hands down to his pants and start to unbuckle his belt eagerly, he reaches down to help and quickly frees his throbbing length from his jeans and boxers. 

You look down admiring his girth and length, he moves your head with his finger under your chin so you're looking him in the eyes. “Are you sure you still want this darling?”

You whine a soft “Please~” and he dives into your neck kissing it yet again as he guides his throbbing tip to the head of your entrance, he slowly pushes fully in stretching your walls just perfectly to fit him. He starts with slow and shallow thrusts as he pulls away from your neck to watch how you reacted. You breathlessly moan softly looking into his eyes. “Faster John..” He listens almost instantly and speeds up his pace pulling almost completely out before sliding back into you. He helplessly takes one of your nipples back into his mouth, his beard slightly tickling you as you wrap your legs around him. What would Joseph think if he saw us right now.. You push that thought into the back of your head as John starts to grow rougher with you almost slamming into you at a fast speed. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room with occasional moans, whimpers, grunts and groans. You claw at his back as his thrusts turn into ramming into you taking your breath away every time. Your walls squeeze tightly around him sending him over the edge as he pulls out at the last second finishing all over your stomach, he grounds and almost whimpers as he finishes. 

He carefully kisses you before getting up and fixing himself back into his pants before leaving to get a towel for you. “You okay darling?” He looks at you with a reassuring look before leaving to get a towel. “Perfect” You say with a soft voice while looking at him. He smiles and disappears before coming back with a wet hand towel to clean you up carefully. You lean against him as you snuggle while he wipes you clean, you look up at him starstruck. He chuckles looking down at you. “Would you like to stay for a while longer? Or do you have somewhere you need to be?” You give him a soft smile and gladly accept his offer to stay. He kisses your forehead before taking the rag to his dirty laundry basket, he goes over to his closet and finds one of his old hoodies and grabs it before coming back and helping you put it on. It was baggy on you and you looked so cute in it. “I can wash your clothes tomorrow darling”

He climbs back into bed with you as soon as he lays down, you're snuggling up against him with him holding you carefully. He strokes your hair lovingly before saying something that kind of caught you off guard, “If you ever have lustful feelings of sin again, don't hesitate to come back. I will always welcome you with open arms.”

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I have posted my first chapter of my newest fanfic, "Church" on Ao3! It is Jacob SeedxReader from Far Cry 5!

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CRIMSON.

JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

2.7k words

content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends. 

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her. 

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

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Just a reminder that I'm still taking fic requests or prompts for male deputy x any of the seeds

[red-riding-wood]

Brother (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: John Seed x Faith Seed

Fandoms: Far Cry 5

Summary: John finally decides to give in to his sin when tempted by thoughts of his step-sister during a sermon.

WARNINGS: explicit sex, light knife-play, dubious consent, step-sibling incest, implied step-father/daughter incest

Word Count: 3678

Notes: Old fic of mine, made on request of a friend, different universe to the FC5 novel that I will be posting and finishing at some point.

Normally, John would have listened with rapt attention to his older brother’s sermons. But his sin was clouding his mind, stifling his ears to his brother’s teachings, and causing his eyes to wander from a pair of yellow aviators to the milky flesh of his step-sister’s thigh. The lace of her dress was hiking up to the line of her underwear, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware of how much she had on display. He couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted him to see it – if she wanted him to re-enact what he thought about doing to her every night when he tried to fall asleep.    

No; he was letting sin guide him, letting it plant these false hopes inside his mind in order to sway him from his course. He wished so greatly that he didn’t still want, that he didn’t still fall so helpless a victim to lust. It only gnawed at the emptiness inside of him that he wished to fill with all these desires of his – some of which were twisted and taboo, and would no doubt earn Joseph’s scorn if found out.

And he knew that Joseph would chastise him for his sinful thoughts in this moment, not only for his lust but for whom it was for. Faith was Joseph’s treasured daughter, his innocence and his purity – his bliss. And John was her brother, her protector and her family. He had the suspicion that if he were to act on these thoughts, he would be cast out, that in Joseph’s words, “the gates of Eden would be shut to him”. He’d read every testament in his brother’s book, and he remembered clearly the statement that forbade incestuous relations.

But even when he tore his gaze from the lace hem of Faith’s dress, his mind could not be cleansed. He was imagining what she might look like without a dress at all, perhaps with her legs spread apart, perhaps with her hands bound behind her and her lips parted in ecstasy or sweet, delicious pain…

“Brother? Is everything okay?” her whisper yanked him from this fantasy, and reality hit him hard, unlike how soft the hand was that now rested on his thigh. He hadn’t realized that his leg had been bouncing in anxiety and he’d been leaning forward to try and hide the arousal that was making an appearance in his jeans.

John took Faith’s hand, and guided it from his leg – not that he would have minded if it had travelled further, but that was beside the point. He didn’t want to make the situation awkward by her noticing something she shouldn’t.

He offered her a smile, and uttered back, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, sister.”

Faith was concerned; something was eating at her brother, and more so than usual. He usually seemed at least mildly on edge, at least when he wasn’t acting all calm and suave for a camera. She knew what he did to the sinners in Holland Valley, and she had to admit that sometimes, when she wasn’t under the influence of the Bliss, he scared her.

Joseph had taught her to not be afraid, to embrace those whose sins plagued them, to cleanse them and ultimately free them. And John, of course, enforced this as well; Joseph trusted him enough to keep him in this family, and so she had nothing to be afraid of. But there was something so unhinged about him that couldn’t help but make even her a bit uneasy.

Still, she was naturally inclined to feel empathetic towards others, and so in this moment of trouble she attempted to comfort him. It was unusual how he pushed her away – was he angry with her? Her brow furrowed in confusion, and although she returned her focus to the Father, it was this enigma that caused her to linger inside the tent once the sermon was over, giving her blessing to each member of P.E.G. as they departed from its entrance.

Seeing Joseph’s forehead tip to Faith’s, if only for a moment, caused John’s blood to boil with an unexplainable envy. This settled, rocked from its venomous growth only when he felt her hand on him once again, this time lightly settling over his wrist. He cocked a brow, searching the emeralds of her eyes for an answer. But her expression was difficult to read, and all she spoke was a request for him to stay.

As the last devotee disappeared from the ingress of the tent, he turned to her questioningly, and Faith realized in this moment that she needed to choose her words carefully; her brother was volatile, and she didn’t want to set him off by prying too much. But she reminded herself that she needed to trust, in Joseph and his family, and so she dared to ask,

“You seem so nervous today – is something on your mind? Was it the sermon? Is it me – did I do something that bothered you?”

Bothered was certainly a word for it; Faith was driving him insane, and she likely had no idea. He wanted to tell her this, to voice his sin like he wore it on his flesh, but his better judgment hadn’t completely fallen victim to lust, and so he kept his answer vague,

“Bothered, yes, something is on my mind.” John plucked his trench coat from the rack beside the entrance and busied his hands with fitting it over his body. He needed a distraction from his sin. It was all he could do not to feed it, to grab her wrists and take what he wanted from her.

“Do you think you could talk about it?” Faith pressed him boldly, her curiosity piqued by his confirmation of her concerns. “I’ve been told that I’m a very good listener,” she added and peered up at him from long lashes with an innocent yet playful smile tugging at her lips.

“You wouldn’t want to hear what’s on my mind,” John assured her. Though he wasn’t worried about what she thought, he was worried about what Joseph would think when she went crying to him about John’s secret.

“You’re my brother. There’s nothing you could tell me that would scare me,” she persisted, voice now pleading. This poutiness was what she used to get what she wanted, and to her unawareness, it only made it all the more difficult for John to forget his sin.

A strenuous breath was released from John’s lips, and he went to run a hand through meticulously-combed hair, but his fingers caught on the metal of his sunglasses, and in that moment he felt like taking them in his fist and shattering them, not only to ease his frustration but to indulge in the pain that would split his palm, the consequence of his wrath.

Instead, he tucked them carefully away in the deep pocket of his coat, and decided to indulge himself by taking a step further into her space. He wanted to test the waters, to gauge her reaction to this primal desire that rooted itself inside of him.

“Would it not scare you if I told you that you were distracting me from the entirety of that sermon?” he asked her, his heart-rate quickening in his chest.

A warmth flushed Faith’s cheeks, and she took a moment to try and process his words. Did he mean… in the sinful way? Or did he mean it in the threatening way? His words carried a hint of suggestion, yet his stature was imposing. His eyes were alight with an emotion she hadn’t seen in him before – at least not up-close – and they reflected her own curiosity. She decided that he likely meant both.

“No…” she replied softly, awaiting his next move. She found that it would be smartest not to provoke him in this moment, that she should allow him to commandeer hold of this bizarre and uncomfortable conversation that they had wound up in.

“Would it scare you if I told you that when I think of you, I think of sinning?”

Faith’s stomach fluttered, but not in the unpleasant way. The feeling was, in fact, oddly thrilling. It wasn’t often that she felt something when she was sober, and she welcomed it, even if this feeling was created by sin.  

“Of course not,” she spoke, trying to sound sure of herself. She could feel her voice faltering in apprehension. “Sin is natural – we’ve all fallen prey to it at some point. Do you need help ridding yourself of your sin, brother?”

Not even Faith was certain what she meant by that last sentence, if it was asked out of that innocent, genuine desire to help, or out of a different sort of desire, the kind that she shouldn’t feel for anyone let alone the man who was supposed to be her brother.

Faith didn’t appear as repulsed as John anticipated she would, and he took this as his cue to continue with an unimpeded force; her willingness to listen this far and her receptiveness to this taboo idea he introduced shed the lock he had on his self-control.

“Sister…” His reached for her, his fingers clasping the hipbone that was still so defined beneath the thick lace of her dress. “I need you to help me get rid of it.”

His touch felt rough and greedy to her; nothing about it was gentle, but she wasn’t sure that she minded. Something about the neediness of it, the power that it seemed to emanate in a spiraling lack of control drew her interest even more.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked him, voice still maintaining that gentle innocence of hers.

Her brother’s mouth curved sharply into a wicked smirk that would put the Devil’s to shame, and the undertones of his voice carried a sinister yet hungry growl as he spoke, “You don’t need to do anything.”

Faith didn’t have the time to react before his hands slid to her wrists, and they were yanked behind her. She released a startled noise akin to a squeak, but bit her lip and made no complaint as he forcefully guided her to the lectern that Joseph had been giving his speech behind mere minutes prior. The edge of it dug sharply into her spine as she was shoved against it.

“Are you sure this doesn’t scare you, sister?” John asked her as he rifled through one of his pockets.

Faith watched as he withdrew zip-ties from his coat, and a shiver of unease ran down her spine as she felt them tighten around her wrists, the plastic biting harshly at her tender flesh. But this discomfort was the least of her worries, and she took it that he wouldn’t care much for these worries. Although his words seemed to indicate caring, the way he handled her spoke otherwise, like that brotherly kindness had switched off and been replaced by a feral brutality.  

“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. “Maybe. I think it’s starting to.”

She needed her Bliss, something to smooth her mind’s edges and let all of her unease melt away so that she could be a good sister for him, a cure for his sin.

“Good,” he cooed, and procured his treasured knife from his pocket next. Her fear excited him, spurred him onward. It was a feeling he’d often get when his latest recruit found their way into his chair, only this time it was the sister he’d lusted over for months on end. When John had led her confession, Joseph had been there as an overseer, but he finally had her away from the eyes of his brother. He wanted her to confess so much more than that drug addiction of hers.

John’s only hesitation came from when he held the blade of his knife to her dress, for he knew that if Joseph caught her with the garment sliced apart that he would surely have questions. But then he remembered how Joseph had prevented him from drowning the deputy at the river, how he’d had to suppress his sin because of how his brother had favored such a sinner. How he’d criticized his methods of forcing those like them to atone. Every move he made was followed closely by the eyes of Joseph, and he was sick of it. A streak of defiance shot through him, and before his rationale could intervene, his blade pinched the seam of her dress and he brought it all the way down to where the fabric tightly hugged her upper thigh.

The temperature seemed to drop as the cool air pooled across Faith’s skin, now exposed to her brother as he peeled aside the white lace. Her breath hitched in her chest, and she bit her lip to keep from whimpering. But past the peril and the wrongness of the situation, she couldn’t help but think, I liked that dress. It had been a gift from Joseph, after all.

John had waited so long to see beneath that pretty dress of hers, and he cast it almost angrily to the side to reveal what he had only been able to imagine before. His hands couldn’t help but immediately seek out the perky yet soft breasts that rested on either side of her sternum, and his eyes drank in the rest of her like an expensive whiskey, tracing the line of her hips and panning across such undisturbed, such sinless flesh.

Like an artist with his paintbrush, the Seed brother began to trace the letters of “Lust” across her lower stomach with the tip of his blade. He was delicate only in this movement, for he didn’t want to spill her guts across his nice shoes; he only wished to create an outline in his mind, and for her to squirm under his touch.

Faith really couldn’t help but whimper now; the cold steel of the blade was enough to set her nerves on end, but before it left her flesh, the tip dug into her – perhaps by accident or his wicked design, she wasn’t quite sure – and a droplet of hot blood welled from her abdomen, pain biting into her. As he drew the knife away, she caught sight of her own blood on its blade, and panic started to seep in past her curiosity.

“I don’t understand, brother. I’ve already atoned. What is it that you want from me?”

“Oops,” John muttered almost sarcastically as the knife drew blood, and he wiped it unapologetically against the blue silk of his shirt before hiding it back in his pocket. He took his time in answering her, and shrugged the coat from his shoulders, folding it smoothly and placing it over the back of one of the seats.

When his gaze met hers again, he smiled wickedly and brushed her cheek with the back of his inked fingers. “I want you, sister. I want my sin inside of you. I want to hear you scream yours.”

His words were uttered dangerously in her ear, and hearing them made that curiosity return stronger than her fear. A heat roared to life in her stomach, and her lust took hold. Her hips squirmed as a wetness formed between her thighs, and she began to rub them together to try and satiate the itch that she felt for her own brother.

“Please do,” she begged. “Oh, John, please.” Faith’s mind sought out a phrase that might make him lose his control as wildly as she had, and she recalled a word that Joseph had once urged her to call him.

“Please, Daddy,” she breathed.

John’s fingers had sidled down to her throat, where they rested eagerly against her jugular. Her new nickname for him was enticing, but it didn’t quite hit the same viscous pocket of sin that had stiffened his jeans.

“No, I am your brother,” he growled, his fingers tightening against her throat. “Call me brother.”

Faith always knew that a screw or two was loose in John’s head, but never in a million years had she anticipated that he’d get off to hearing her refer to him as her family. That being said, the two didn’t technically share blood ties, and even if it was still incredibly wrong, she was too wrapped up in her own desires that she didn’t want to stop now.

“Yes, brother.” She obeyed. His fingers felt rough against her throat, and his cologne was drowning her senses. She wasn’t just compelled by sin; she was enthralled, and her hips nearly bucked with how much she wanted to feel him inside her.

He almost thought it would have been more entertaining had she refused, had he needed to pry the word from her like he pried “yes” from the rest of his sinners. But it still caused his breathing to labour in his chest, and his pants to twitch in anticipation. He undid his buckle and slid his belt out from the loops of his jeans, casting it aside with less collected calm than he had his jacket.

The rest of his clothing was shed rapidly, his movements fueled by his mad craving for her. Once there wasn’t a single layer of fabric that stood between him and his prize, he gripped her by the hips, nails digging into her smooth flesh, and buried himself inside of her.

The young woman gasped. Although she hadn’t expected him to be gentle – as he hadn’t been with anything else – she also could not help but feel a shock travel throughout her body as a jolt of pain shot through her core. It reverberated through her muscles, sending every one of her nerves into a frenzy of sensation.

John’s hands found their way back to his sister’s throat, and this time his grip was like a vice; her moans soon devolved into sputtering cries, and in anyone else it may have invoked terror or guilt, but in him it awakened a twisted joy that fueled his lust and helped fill that chasm his own pain had split within him.

And she felt like bliss around him. He’d never fallen victim to drugs like Faith, but sex had always felt incredible, and the way she clung so perfectly to every crevice of him was already challenging his stamina.

He paused to listen to her breathe as his grip loosened around her throat, and his own breath came in short, strained huffs as he asked, “Tell me, sister, you wouldn’t let Joseph do something like this to you, would you?” As he gazed at the lust-fueled junkie he had reduced her to, he couldn’t help but recall the intimacy the two had shared earlier, and he felt envy surge in his chest again.

It seemed that her brother was never finished with his surprises, because she was still trying to recover from this partial high he’d granted her when he asked such an out-of-nowhere question. Her airways burned, and she choked out a much-needed breath. Her body was quivering so much that, had he not been holding her, her legs may have collapsed beneath her.

Lying was a sin, but then again, so was what they were currently doing. And in this moment, she feared nothing more than what he might do to her if she spoke the truth. She attempted to mask this uncertainty by sputtering out her breaths longer than she needed to.

Just lie, a voice told her. Just tell him what he wants to hear.

But the Father had taught her not to lie, and unlike his preaching of sexual purity, he never went against what he said about lies.

“He doesn’t do it nearly as good as you do,” she finally decided on, her voice nothing but an estranged moan. She tensed, her body preparing itself for him to inflict his wrath upon her.

John growled not out of desire this time but out of an emotion far more dangerous, one that tightened his chest and caused his blood to boil with hellfire. He twisted Faith around and slammed her against the lectern. This time his fingers entwined themselves into her dirty-blonde hair, and he pulled at a fistful of the strands as he began to thrust into her again, channeling the rest of his energy into a carnal aggression.

Faith’s skull was rocked against the wooden finish of the lectern, her head beginning to spin. Pain had exploded all across her body with the way he was handling her, but it was nothing compared to the ecstasy that began to envelope her as he brought her crashing over her peak, and she wasn’t sure which was causing this dizzying wave. But even as her muscles relaxed and she came undone around him, he didn’t quit his relentless pursuit to make her his.

John had been fighting the inevitable end of their amorous adventure for some time now, but at last he finally let himself go, only when he’d felt as if he’d taken out his frustration appropriately. He spun her back to face him, all dopey-eyed as if she’d been snorting some of her Bliss, and made her watch as he came across her stomach, the action sending involuntary shudders throughout his own body.

Warmth speckled her abdomen, flooding her belly button and slicking her bruised flesh with her brother’s seed. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes, the darkness of his tattoos swimming in and out of her vision before she could come to. For God’s sake, he had nearly knocked her out.

“Joseph isn’t allowed to do this to you,” John hissed. “If you ever need to submit to your sins, sister, you come and see me.”

She nodded numbly as he finally released his hold on her, and her back slumped across the lectern as her legs buckled beneath her. Before all could be said and done and she’d have to clean all of this up, she managed to form the words on her lips,

“I promise... brother.”

[zeawesomebirdie]

5 times Radar and Father Mulcahy help Hawkeye fall asleep and 1 time they keep him up until dawn

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

smut prompts: 143. “You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.” baptist and the blade

Can you believe it, I actually finished one of these smut prompts from forever ago ghgjfksdl

Anyway, here's some Kit and John being the weirdos they are

Can also be read on AO3

MINORS DNI - smut under the cut

His arms were numb, pins and needles prickling his skin. He assumed he must have slept in an awkward way, stress often resulted in him sleeping in odd positions. When he went to move, he was brought to his senses as his wrists shook above his head.

"What the f-"

"Hello, John." 

There was that sultry tone he so craved to hear. Having to sleep alone in his king sized bed just wasn't the same, he'd much rather have her coiled up in the sheets with him. Pale blue eyes stared out from the dark corner of his bedroom. Moonlight reflected off the point of the blade in her hands as she spun it against the cedar dresser she leaned up against. 

"Deputy!" He suddenly didn't feel so bad about his predicament, knowing she was the one to stick him in such a situation. Trying to sit up, he shook his wrists a little harder. "These aren't just for show, are they? These are the real thing!"

She stepped into the silver light coming in through the open window, and the long line of her legs came into view. Bare, pale and smooth, her tattoo and scars on show for him. 

"Straight from my belt."

Her knife gleamed as she ran its tip against her thigh, pulling at the skin but not enough to break it, just to leave a trail behind from where it kissed her flesh.

"Are you going to punish me, Deputy?"

She scoffed, "It's hardly punishment if you're asking for it."

"Am I being rewarded then?" He asked, barely able to contain his amorous glee at the entire scenario that was being played out. Pushing himself back against his pillows, the blanket slipped down his abdomen, revealing his own scars and tattoos in an odd sort of mating dance as his Cheshire grin spread across his lips. 

She stalked towards the bed, climbing on to the foot of it, hands and knees dragging slowly towards him. Bright eyes flashed at the sight of the gold cross dangling between her curtains of red hair. She rarely ever wore her hair down, he was more used to seeing that damn braid of hers. Climbing onto his lap, straddling her thighs on either side of him, his cock was already getting hard and pressing up against the toned muscles of her leg.

Wearing only one of his shirts, he swallowed at the swath of cleavage he was given to feast upon with his eyes, and that mark of WRATH he'd personally carved into her skin above it as she placed her hand upon his shoulder, leaning down her mouth grazing against his. 

"Hope you don't mind me borrowing your clothes. I didn't have anything else to wear and I didn't want to dirty the sheets with all that blood."

He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing as the cold bite of her knife dragged along his chest. "Hebrews 13:16. And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased."

"God, I love it when you talk dirty to me, John." She husked.

He smirked up at her, his grin as slimy as his personality. "Why am I not surprised that the sinner decides to mock me?"

"Why do you keep letting me fuck you then? Hardly the act of a devout man."

"You do so enjoy playing with my head, don't you?"

"Only 'cause it clearly turns you on."

Her hand slipped from his shoulder and caressed the length of his abdomen before falling between his legs, running her fingers over his cock through the blanket, making him hiss.

"So sensitive," she teased.

"You've left me wanting for so long, Kathleen. You can hardly blame me."

"Suppose that's true. And since those hands of yours are out of commission, guess it's all up to me to solve the matter, hmm?" Bringing the knife to his shirt, she slowly popped buttons free and the material fell away from her, exposing her bare breasts.

They weren't the largest he'd seen, but what they lacked in size they more than made up for in how perky and firm they were. Her nipples were the same shade of strawberry pink as her lips, already getting hard the longer they were exposed to the cool air of the room.

He licked his lips, expecting to wrap his mouth around each bud, pulling each little desperate moan and whine from her as she pulled at his hair as she so often did. 

"I know where you're looking, John. My eyes are up here."

His ocean eyes dragged up to look at her smirking face as she toyed with the cross pendant around her neck, dragging it back and forth along the chain. 

"Say it, John. It's just one word."

"Please?"

Her teeth dragged over her lower lip, pulling the pump pout along with them. Strawberry pink shifted into cherry red as the flush that started in her chest rose up to her cheeks.

"Such a good boy." 

He whined at the praise as her nails clawed along his chest, catching against the scar tissue and his nipples. Gently stroking back up to his neck, as she grabbed at the hair on the back of his head. 

When his lips finally connected with her it was like being given a little taste of heaven, that small bit of honey that helped make the rest of the tedium of the Reaping go down easier. Pulling and sucking on her nipple, teeth dragging over it as it became stiff against his tongue lashing against it. His eyes shone up at her, as he watched her eyes close and her breath begin to pant. Her hips starting their slow grind against him, grinding into him, using the folds of his blanket for the extra friction. All the while tugging on his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. 

God, how he wished his hands were free to roam against her now, to feel every shift of the muscle below her skin, to grab at her other breast and show it the appreciation it deserved. To bless her entire being with his touch, but instead, he was forced to make use of the meager scraps he'd been given.

So lost in his own contemplation, he hadn't noticed the blanket had slipped down his hips, and she was now grinding against him, it was only once her slick began to drip down him that he took notice. His eyes falling to between his legs as the auburn hair of her cunt met with the black hair that tufted around the base of his cock. Her mound slid against the length of him, veins rubbing against her clit as she dragged it against him with long, slow strokes.

His eyes rolled back into his head just at the feeling of the wet caress of her cunt against him. Mouth slipping free from her with one last stroke of his tongue against her breast.

"Please?" 

Looking up at her with the biggest eyes he could muster, desperate and pleading, bright blue darkened by his blown out pupils.

"You want me to fuck you, John?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Grabbing the base of his cock, she stroked her hand up against it, squeezing against it as she brought her fist up to the head, his pre-cum already dribbling from the tip. Leaning over, she spat down onto it, despite the fact that it was already glistening with her own arousal, rubbing her saliva up and down his shaft, coating him in her. 

A gasp escaped him, as she stroked him, staring into his eyes like she wanted to fucking eat him.

"Please?"

"So impatient."

He dug at the metal that connected him to the headboard, hands slipping with sweat, he could barely get a grip. Tossing his head back against the wood, his hips thrusting up towards her hand, fucking into it deeper, chasing his release.

She tutted her tongue at his vulgar display. "John, please, you're embarrassing yourself. You're the Herald, you have an image to protect."

"Fuck you!" He snapped.

Her cruel laugh only made him more desperate for the torture to end. He was doing what she wanted, did as she asked, he was willing to beg for his release.

"Say it again."

His eyes narrowed, his mouth pulled into a straight line. "Please?" The word pulled from him begrudgingly.

"Just remember, you're the one who keeps asking me to come back. You got yourself stuck in this mess. You've only got yourself to blame, Baptist."

"Harlot."

She lifted her hips, and the sheen of her was spread along her inner thighs. Sliding the head of his cock against her soaking wet pussy, pushing it up inside of her as she slowly sunk down onto it, letting him fill her.

A low, guttural moan fell out of his mouth, as he could feel her clench around his length.

"Fuck." The word dragged from him slowly as he bit down on his lip, wishing he had a fist free to use instead. "Use me."

"Love to."

Her pelvis moved in circles, as she rode him, stroking his cock with the wet lips of her cunt. She knew exactly how to move her body to pull his seed from him, all while using him to get herself off, having him rub against that magical point inside of her that brought her to heaven right along with him. 

He clawed at the chains of the cuffs, thrusting his hips up into her, driving himself mad as he panted heavily, desperate for more of her, all of her. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

He chanted it again and again as he was brought closer and closer to his climax. His head lolled back against the pillows and his eyes closed as an extended moan leaked from his mouth.

Fingers wrapped around his throat, her nails dragged down his chest over his scar. “I wanna make you scream.”

“Oh my God. Yes!” He fought to get the words out as his cock twitched inside of her. His muscles all flexing at once as he pushed himself deeper inside her velvet walls, rocking in and out of her, not letting himself slip free. 

Driving her hips down onto him, she flipped her head back letting her flowing mane of red hair spill down her back, beads of sweat dripping down her chest and abdomen. Her muscles rippled under the skin, her scars and tattoos flexing right along with them. 

She was a succubus straddled atop him but he didn't have the power or the restraint to tell her no. With each shuddering breath a high pitched moan squeaked from him, he was getting so close now. 

His brow furrowed, his mouth falling agape as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh Yes! Deputy, yes!"

But before he could release, he felt the bite of the cold night air on his still twitching cock. He peaked with one eye, and she smirked down at him, looking all too pleased with herself.

"Can't have you getting off before I do, John. That's not how you treat a guest. Bad manners."

He threw his head back against the pillows and let out a frustrated groan. "Dammit, Dep –"

But before he could get another word out the slick lips of her cunt were pressed to his mouth. Now this was a treat he had yet to receive from her, and he was all too happy with his gift, making sure he showed her his appreciation. 

His tongue lapped at every glistening morsel of pink flesh it could reach, licking long stripes up and down her, using her moans as a guide. Finally wrapping his mouth around her clit, her fiery red pubic hair scratching against his nose, her scent filling his nostrils. 

There was nothing attending to his needs, not even her hand, but that didn't stop him from thrusting at the air around him as he closed his eyes and ate her out, moaning against her. 

Big blue doe eyes stared up from between her thighs, checking to make sure she appreciated his efforts, and he was well rewarded with her fingers dragging through his hair, ruffling up his moussed locks, followed by a long drawn out moan that was music to his ears.

"Yes, John! Yes!"

[grimmylover7]

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Sharky Boshaw/Faith Seed Got one more chapter to post before it’s caught up to my current drafts. GAAH I’ve gotta get writing!!!

If anyone has ideas on a better summary for this story, I’d love to hear it. I feel like the one i’ve got isn’t fitting.