Description: The Seed family has come to visit but, will everything go smoothly for Rook?
Pairings: Female Deputy x Seed Family Warnings: Language, Smutty/lewd situations
Returning in a flash, her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull when she found the Seeds scattered throughout her living room, making themselves at home. Jacob sat back on the couch, one enormous leg placed over the other and head tilted towards the ceiling. He’d already pressed his lids shut, a peaceful look washing over his face. Faith sat cross legged next to him, mindlessly twirling braids in her light chocolate hair. She hummed a soft but not immediately recognizable tune, Jacob slowly nodding in time to it. Behind them, John leaned over the short bookshelf by the staircase. A thumb and forefinger enveloped his squared jaw thoughtfully as he squinted at the various photo frames set on top. Small “hmm”s and “ahh”s rose from his throat on occasion.
Based on the following concept (as promised): The Deputy hacking the sound system at the Vet Center to blast Everytime We Touch by Cascada instead of Only You and then unleashing absolute hell on the peggies
It’s absolute trash, enjoy! 😊
As far as plans went, this one was incredibly stupid, even for her. But in all fairness, Eli had been the one to give her the idea, and Sharky had been the one to encourage her to put it into action, so she really couldn’t be blamed for any of it.
The hardest part, outside of sneaking into the Vet Centre with a loud-mouthed pyromaniac without being caught, was choosing the right song. She and Sharky had spent a good few hours (and beers) debating with Hurk about the perfect soundtrack to set their plan in motion.
Hurk had been adamant that she should go with All Star by Smash Mouth, while Sharky refused to accept anything other than I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor.
“It’s a classic, shorty,” he’d said with a burp. “You got something better in mind?”
A wide, beaming grin had lit up her face as the answer hit her. “As a matter of fact, Sharky, I do. Cascada,” she’d said with a flourish, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The answering smirk as he clinked her bottle against hers was all the answer she’d needed.
Jacob/femdep because I cant get him out of my head and bitch Im Jacob thirsty. Smutty smut smut.
“Come on, woman. Get up.” Jacob’s tone was commanding but not harsh. I let out a growl, tossing myself over onto my stomach under the blankets. Judging by lack of light not seeping through the holes in said blanket, the sun hadnt even risen yet.
“You are out of your mind if you think I’m getting up at the asscrack of dawn.” I mumbled against the pillow. I didnt get a response, instead the blankets were suddenly torn from my body and I let out a very unattractive squeal, my body flailing in protest.
“Nooooo, its cold!” I whine as I leapt to my feet and attempted to grab the blankets from his fucking bear paws. I shivered as I moved. Mustve had a window open as the cool Montana morning air came into contact with my bare legs. I should really learn to wear some actual pajamas instead of wearing one of his shirts and my underwear.
He just smirked down at me, keeping the blanket out of reach, holding it above his head.
“Must suck being that short." He all but snickered at me, using his free hand to throw me backwards onto the bed before turning away. "Up. Now.”
“Make me.” The words were out of my mouth before I even knew what Id said. Jacob stopped, turning back toward me slowly. The light in the hallway flooded into the room, sillouetting his mountainous figure. “Want to run that by me again, pup?”
I smirked at the nickname. It always meant trouble. Toe-curling, back scratching, hair pulling trouble. I rolled back onto my stomach before bring my hips up into the air. “I said,” I gave my bottom a gentle shake, looking behind me at him. “Come over here and make me.”
“You know, if I didnt know any better,” he started to move towards me, his hand reaching out to gentley move over my bottom. I leaned back into his touch eagerly. “Id say, you’re a glutton-” SMACK. I gasped. His spanks were always firm but this one landed hard. “-for punishment, girl.”
“Maybe you’re losing your touch there, Jake.” I heard his sharp intake of breath and I grinned. He hated that. “Cant quite train as well as you used to? Losing your touch in your old a-AAH”
His hand grabbed my thick hair, giving it a sharp yank, to cut off my teasing completely. His other hand came to rest hard around my throat and I felt his hot breath next to my ear, giving a soft chuckle.
“Im gonna have to muzzle you if you keep that shit up.” He kept his hand in my hair, but his other left my throat and I heard the jingle of his belt. Within a moment, my underwear was torn from my body. I gasped as he tugged me up by my hair, my back almost flush with his front.
“You are gonna take me and keep your mouth shut the whole time.” The other hand came up to give me a couple playful warning slaps on my cheek. “Do I make myself clear?”
I nod but make no noise. “ Good,” he throws me back in front of him, pulling my hips back up. “Because if I hear one sound, you aint seein’ the sun for a week.”
Then he was inside of me, filling me to the brim. My mouth opened but I forced the sound to remain contained. He spared me no time, setting a hurried pace as his hips slammed against mine. My hands gripped at the sheets, knuckles white as I clenched around them. My lip found its way between my teeth as I tried to remain quiet and soon my mouth filled with a familiar coppery taste.
“Whats wrong, pup?” He asked, slowing down. He let his cock slide gentley out of me, leaving only the head inside of me. I knew what was coming. I was doomed. “You were so talkative earlier.. Maybe this will get you talking.”
In a second, he snapped his hips, his cock forcing its way inside me fully. He did it again. And again. And again. I could feel my whole body getting tense, a mind blowing orgasm coming quickly and he knew it. I felt his hand reach underneath me, his talented fingers instantly finding my clit. “Come for me, pup. Scream my name."
And that I did.
I felt like an absolute animal as I came undone. My body was trying to get away but Jacob would have none of it. With both hands tightly grasping my hips, he fucked me as hard as he could. His fingers dug into my skin as his thrusts became more sporadic and with a possessive growl, I felt his warm seed spill inside of me. He kept his hips still, leaving his cock buried as deep as he could possibly go. Although the thought of having children terrified me, my body pushed itself back onto him, enjoying the feeling of being completely full. Eventually, i felt him slip out of me and I whined at the feeling of emptiness. I heard him chuckle. "Whats wrong? Thought I was old and not as good as I used to be.”
I rolled onto my back, giggling. “Whatever kept you in bed." His face dropped as he looked out the window to see the sun begin to rise.
"You’re still getting up” he mumbled, smacking the inside of my thigh.
Well fuck. Of course all had ended tits up. Not that he’d other expectations, ‘cuz when it came to consider a scenario involving him and a chick like Dep, things just– just didn’t work out. And it hurt. Worst than the well known kick in the nuts. Hell, he’d take an extra ration of those just so, so- Fuck. Just to get out of that emotional dry spell.
He ain’t an idiot. There’d been something bouncing back and forth. Small, real smooth hints that made his heart thud and his mind spin at night when the memories wheeled around. But outta the blue, one day she just– slow fade him. Nothing too obvious. Just the same show he already knew, the same sad song he’d already danced. Maybe he’s just overthinking it.
No. The little voice inside his head has it right. She’d been joshing with him, that’s all. Just pure teasing between friends and he’d swallowed hook, line and sinker. Like a complete moron.
It’s a matter of time now. I mean, it may be the end of the world or whatever but– She’s gonna find someone. ‘Cuz she’s hella pretty and, and, not that he’d check her out or nothing, but yeah. She’s gonna find someone. And the thought just tastes wrong.
Why he had to fall for her like that? He ain’t a fucking teenager to keep believing that when push came to shove, she’d stay or say what he craved to hear. And fucking Christ in heaven, this time he’d been hit hard. Shovel on the head kinda hard.
“Thanks for coming with me, man,” she says, severing his brooding thoughts.
Even looking at her is downright painful, the dimples of that smile making his stomach twist in knots, and those eyes, man. Sparkling something that Sharky is never sure to grasp entirely. “It’s ‘aight, shorty, I got you.”
“I know you ain’t a fan of the Wolf’s Den, so I really appreciate it.”
He ain’t a fan of anyone who throws glimmering mistrust in Dep’s direction, not after watch her bleed in his arms, clumps of sweaty wayward hair sticking to dusty cheeks, as the fear rends his heart to shreds. Not when it’d been real easy for her to just kick everyone to the curb and run away. It’s rude and just outright disrespectful. “Nah, it’s cool dude, I can deal with the claustrophobia for a bit,” he lies.
She chuckles with her eyes riveted on the road, but the frayed smile tells Sharky she’s far from feeling fine.
“Uh, I know it’s not my business but uh, you ok?”
White-knuckled grip at the wheel before she cracks a lopsided grin in his direction. “Sorta.”
Description: Jacob never meant to hurt her. He was only doing his job as per Joseph’s request, even though it broke his heart. After the war, she disappeared and he never thought he’d see her again. Little did he know, his pup had been right under his nose the whole time.
Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF Rating: G Words: 915
Requested by: @daddyseed030 (Since this one came out as fluff, I’ll do something more nsfw for John though it will probably be later today ^_^)
Could it be? No, it couldn’t. The gruffly handsome man lounging by the bar entrance was most definitely not Jacob Seed. He just shared the exact same overgrown, ginger beard and mountain-like stature. That’s all. But Rook kept staring nonetheless as she absent mindedly sipped a glass of whiskey.
In all truthfulness, she wasn’t even supposed to be here. The Hope County Sheriff’s department banned her from coming anywhere near this whole town after the entire cult war ended peacefully. The Seeds surrendered but, knowing they held all the cards, requested to stay here in Montana. Everyone was forced to comply with their demands. They just wanted it all over with but, unfortunately, that meant Rook would be ripped away from her place at Jacob’s side. The last time she saw him, his expression was frozen, locked in a perpetual gaze of chilled horror and confusion. He hadn’t understood why his pup had been wrenched from his loving embrace. Those darkened eyes as blue as the sky still haunted her dreams at night.
It was no wonder she found herself sneaking back here for one last drink at the Spread Eagle.
Downing the last bit of whiskey, she tossed some bills in the tip jar before hopping off the leather barstool. Mary May gave her a knowing glance, signaling she’d keep quiet about all of this. Rook silently thanked her with a nod and twisted on her heels to exit for the very last time. Almost involuntarily, her eyes flickered to where the ginger headed man had stood, surprised to find he was gone. She shrugged it off in a mere second, bursting out the front entrance and into the chilly night air. The moon was full and bright as day as she strolled quickly down the sidewalk. Not exactly proper conditions for sneaking about. Mary May might’ve been understanding, but she couldn’t say the same for Pastor Jerome.
An eerie howl pierced the midnight sky and she quickened her pace, unable to shake the thought that someone might be following her. Sure enough, when she quieted the wild pounding in her chest and listened very carefully, the thud of heavy footfalls steadily rose behind her. A scoff in the form of a frigid puff of air passed her lips and she whirled around, drawing the pistol kept at her hip in an instant. Immediately, she aimed straight at the chest of the mountain man from before and barked, “Stay back! I will shoot!”
He only let out a laugh of pure amusement, the noise rumbling through his chest as he rose two, rough hands in the air. “God, don’t I know that, pup?”
A gasp fell from her mouth and her gloved fingers began to tremble against the cold metal of the gun. There was only one person that used such ridiculous nicknames. “It really is you,” she breathed shakily, lowering the weapon ever so slowly. “Jacob.”
His arms wrapped her up in a tight embrace as he closed the space between them. “I thought you left,” he murmured, enormous hands pressing to the back of her head. Her nose dug into the crook of his neck, the rush of his blood beneath warming the chilled skin. The soft pulsing from his steady heartbeat washed over her senses with a calming wave.
“Not on purpose!” she cried, tears beginning to prickle the corners of her lids. Her much tinier arms desperately reached out, attempting to grasp the giant in a gentle hold. She could never quite get her hands all the way around.
“It doesn’t matter,” He shushed her sobs with long strokes of his fingers through her hair. “You’re here now.” Pulling back slightly, he slid his thumb beneath her chin and lifted with great care, as if she might crumble to dust before his very eyes. When she looked inside them, an ocean of worry stared right back. The stoic expression locked to his features began to waver, cracking apart for perhaps the very first time in his life. “I thought I scared you away for good. I never meant to cause you any harm. I promise, I was only following orders. I didn’t even want to!” The never ending string of words pouring from his mouth became frantic and it seemed he might drown in them.
So, Rook did something she’ d been dying for ever since she met him. Stretching onto her tip toes, she pressed her lips firmly to his, deftly shutting him up in an instant. His hands flew to either side of her face, desperately attempting to deepen the kiss he so wildly craved in this moment. They didn’t care if anyone on the street could possibly see. She didn’t even care if Jerome caught her at this point. Everything in the world was aligning just right for once and there was no way she’d ever give it up again.
Coming up breathless, chests heaving and cheeks flushed bright red, they simply gazed at each other. Jacob’s heart had never been filled with such a soft warmth. His lost pup had returned to him despite all his doubts, despite telling himself it was all his fault. Here she was, cuddling right into his awaiting arms. He swore things would be different this time, even if they had to abandon Hope County, he’d make it work. She made him feel deserving of love and she wanted nothing more than to give it for as long as they lived.
WHAT IF INSTEAD OF ROOK BEING JOSEPH’S DAUGHTER FOR ONCE SHE’S JACOB’S- thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
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Rook looked so much like her father. She had her mother’s curls, but they were a beautiful shade of auburn. Her wide, round eyes the same piercing shade of blue. The way she smiled or tilted her chin when she was deep in thought, all of it was Jacob’s. She was beautiful, undeniably her father’s daughter. It wasn’t just on the surface either. Even without his presence in her life she’d managed to inherit his stubbornness and grit. It was tempered, slightly, by her mother’s impossible patience and gentle kindness.
Her mother had been nice, sweet even, far too good for someone like him. Jacob still wasn’t sure how they’d ended up tangled in the sheets of her bed, but he was gone the next morning without a word. Jacob didn’t do relationships, he didn’t deserve that kind of happiness, that blissful domesticity that came with a loving partner. Sex was a release, nothing more. They’d both known that one night was all it was ever going to be, one night of meaningless, marvellous sex.
Of course, when Rook was born nine months later, her mother had started to regret her decision not to at least get Jacob’s number or his last name. Not because she wanted to guilt him into raising his daughter with her, but because she firmly believed that if nothing else, he deserved to know he had a daughter. Little did she know that if Jacob had even suspected that he had a child, he would have moved heaven and earth to find her, and woe betide anyone who stood in his way.
“And that’s when I figured that it’s actually gnomes that hold our universe together,” said Sharky. “See, they’re actually made of atoms and when they hold hands, they make up the entire fabrication of existence. How else can you explain why that case of beer suddenly appeared in our truck last week? It’s because they came into contact with our bodies! It’s why we’re motivated to reproduce as a species, because they know we’re useless without them!”
“I’m pretty sure that was just a Resistance member thanking us for taking back their home,” said Rook. “Now quiet down or they’ll hear you.”
Rook stayed in her room for a few hours thinking about the kiss and Jacobs abrupt end of it. She also thought about his pants against her and the tightness she felt as she moved against him to try and catch her breath. Isolation was taking a toll on them, she decided. After all, she had killed most of his family and he had hurt and killed her friends. There was no way he or she could justify doing anything sexual. She told herself that, but she wondered if she actually believed it.
Tired of sitting in the room mulling over the incident, Rook decided she needed a shower. After the sparing, she knew she must smell something awful. Opening the door, she heard the static of the radio room and thought Jacob must have locked himself in there after their tussle. Thinking she was far enough down the hall from him not to see her, she began to strip her sweaty clothes off dropping them carelessly on the floor behind her. As she reached the open bathroom door she began to pull her shirt off over her head, but froze. Jacob was in the bathroom staring at her. Staring at her naked body. His face slightly red with shock, but not showing anything more than that.
“I…I… thought you were in the radio room.” She stuttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
He didn’t say anything, but she saw that the bulge in his pants was back. Just as she was about to turn and run back to her room, he grabbed and kissed her. She felt the rough texture of his lips against hers, his low moans of need in her ears. Her body slacked and she leaned into him kissing him back with a fierce fire she didn’t know she had in her. He kissed her ears and then her neck, his beard tickling her skin has he went down. He growled as he reached her breasts and nipped them gently with his teeth as he went lower to her stomach.
Rook was ready for him when he got to his destination between her legs. She moaned out loud as he grazed her clit. She grabbed his hair and held him there between her legs as he satisfied her need. A need that until that moment, Rook wouldn’t admit she had.
Just as he was about to make her release, he stopped. Rook looked at him with pleading eyes, but he stood and to her surprise picked her up and threw her on his shoulder.
“Not yet Deputy.” He said in his low and steady voice.
He took her to the bedroom and tossed her down on the mattress. She landed with a bounce from the bed, her face shocked, but pleased. As tough and fearless as Rook was, to her surprise, she was just fine with Jacob taking control.
She stared at him as he stripped his shirt off. His chest was muscular and red hair went lightly across his pecs and down his stomach below the waistband of his pants. White scars barley shown in the low light of the room, but she could still see how littered his chest was with them.
She ached while she stared and him and without realizing it was arching her her waist up to him.
He smiled at her, but said nothing. His eyes were wild and he reminded her of an animal.
Jacob stripped his pants off and she thought it was just as big as the rest of him.
“You really are all mountain man Jacob.” Rook joked as she sat up and pulled him down to her.
She kissed him and filled her hand with his cock. He groaned as she moved faster and faster. His hands went between her legs and shoved two fingers in and began to stroke her.
Before long she whispered “I need you inside me Jacob.”
He kept gliding his fingers in her and said “ Tell me only you. Tell me that it’s always been only you”
She opened her eyes and saw a longing in his eyes. She knew what that phrase meant to him. It was control. She knew she shouldn’t say it, but in that moment it’s all she wanted to say.
“Only you Jacob. It’s only you from now on.”
He looked her deep in her eyes as he went in. The thickness and size shocked her insides, but it felt so right. She grinded her hips into his and he moved at a fast and rough pace.
Grabbing her arms he held them back against the bed frame. She was totally in his power and she loved it.
She was close to cumming and she could see he was too. She pushed her hips up even more and then screamed his name in release.
Jacob grinded into her more and she felt a second wave of pleasure rolling in. He thrust a few more times and then pulled out and released on her stomach.
Feeling the fading waves of pleasure still, she looked at him in his pale blue eyes. Leaning up she kissed him and said “Only you. Only you Jacob”.
The lay together that night, he held her close. She slept better than she had in a long time. She dreamed of the mountains again, but this time there was no fire. Just her red mountain man walking toward her a slight smile on his lips.
Okay. Yeah. Pretty sure that’s not his best line, but keep staring at those super sad eyes it’s starting to make plain-ass anxiety brew in his gut. Being real honest, and– and he just.. just can’t take it. ‘Cuz Harper ain’t like that and the whole thing is starting to freak him out.
“Sorry Shark man, not feeling real great today.”
Sharky has it clear just watching her guzzle the cheap-ass whisky he’d just poured from one of the bottles he kept in storage for when he was in a fancy-ass mood.
“Wanna, uh, wanna talk ‘bout it?”
She’s dead silent for like a minute, making his heart rate skyrocket, one inch up per second. He worries. She’s the closest thing to a friend he’d in years. And there’s also that thing, the one clawing at his chest when she’s around, something he now knows just means he’s fucked. Yeah. Fucking totally inconvenient crush on Dep.
“What you want me to say, Shark?” She says, blue eyes zeroing on him, making his stomach stir. “I just—I can’t take this anymore man.” Her fingers twitch on her lap, and Sharky sees she’s shaking under that cool façade Dep’s always carrying. “I can’t,” she follows, pulling from the string of her thoughts and he gives her time, ‘cuz he knows better than to hack her with empty hums and shit, “all this blood and death, in every shackle, every building- it’s just that and n’thing else y’know? And today—“she takes the bottle from his slack grip and serves herself a full one, gulping it down.
He longs to straight-up tell her he knows. Fuck. He’s real close to losing his shit at least three or four times a week and it’d be hella worse if she wasn’t around. But he just stays sit, eyes fixed on the shifting lines on her face.
“Those people were my friends, y’know?”
Sharky can’t help but draw his hand to place it over one of hers. Instinctive. Real fucking considerate Charlemagne. What a fucking idiot. Images from earlier just fall like a ton of bricks over his gears and he gets it now. Cool Dep all fazed, completely knocked off her feet by their finding, staring at him with bleary eyes and face white under the heavy sun of Montana.
“Jesus, Dep,” he croaks, “I’m sorry, man.”
She squeezes his hand, pairing up her gesture with a small smile. “It’s ok Shark, it wasn’t like if you knew.”
But that’s just a super lame excuse, ‘cuz Dom would’ve known if Brian was totally shook, right? That’s a moot point.
“No, Dep, I shoulda known, ‘cuz this ride or die shit it’s not like uh, it’s not just for show, right? I uh, I’m always here for ya, shorty.”
Somehow, someway his words do the trick and Harper finally smiles. But like really smiles, eyes and all, leaning her head on his shoulder. His heart beats like crazy, blood running wild, gut a solid mess.
“I know, Shark. Thanks,” she whispers, craning her neck ‘til she’s looking at him, and he oughta stop trippin’ ‘cuz nothing’s gonna happen.
He’s never been a fan of that kind of sappy shit but he can’t stop staring at the deep blue of Dep’s eyes. Totally hooked on them. Dep who means more to him than anyone before. He waits for his heart rate to wind down, but it’s a no-go, and he finally gives out.
“Dep, uh, can I—can I kiss you?”
He’s waiting for Dep to hulk out on him, and he winces a little, bracing mentally for the outcome, but instead-
“I’d like that,” she says, angling her head and it’s the sole cue he needs.
And he can’t get his fill, even though he’s totally sure her flavor would be stuck in his mind for days to come. Sharky has never been a fan of makeout sessions but this, kissing Dep, it’s just pure bliss. It doesn’t last that long though, and when she pulls back, he follows her, entranced by the flitting sensations running inside him.
“I’m always gonna be here for ya, Dep, y’know that don’t ya?” He breathes, meaning every syllable.
She cups his jaw, and rests her forehead against his. “I actually didn’t. But I do know now,” she says and he well damn knows she’s grasping the whole sense of his unsaid words.
He closes his eyes and pulls her in a tight hug, smiling. ‘Cuz Dep is fine.
At first Jacob couldn’t understand how the Junior Deputy has enraptured the attention of both his brothers, Joseph and John. With John, it was easy to figure out. In Jacob’s opinion, the Deputy was quite skinny and lacked a voluptuous figure, but she had a pretty face, long black hair and piercing green eyes. John constantly bemoans about saving her, repetitively taunts her over the radio and wanting to learn more about her. Their little game of cat and mouse has left John obsessed. It didn’t help that Jacob heard rumours that John was caught in a comprising position with the Deputy, his lips against her’s and his hands all over her.
With Joseph though, he had no idea. Jacob doesn’t know what goes through his brother’s head. However, when it comes to the Deputy, Joseph is certain that he wants her alive. Jacob has stated multiple times that she should be dead, but Joseph looked at him with that serene stare and said God has plans for her.
That was it, no other explanations. Jacob would try and press for more but Joseph would only response that she was part of his plan. There was one incident that Joseph’s action left Jacob puzzled. During their rounds around Joseph’s compound, there was a wanted poster of the Deputy, blazed with the title sinner. Joseph stopped in front of the poster, placed his hand on her photo and bowed his head. He stood there for a minute before stepping back and continue his business.
So Jacob watched her progress. wanting to know why his brothers are acting this way toward her.
He understood now.
After she turned her attention to Jacob’s region and joined the Whitetail Militia, Jacob captured and exposed her to classical conditioning. It was the second time he’s captured her and made her train. He watched through cameras as she shoots through one meat bag after another.
She shows so much potential.
She showed strength, so much grace as she shot between the eyes of a meat bag.
Allying herself with the Whitetail militia and opposing to Eden’s Gate… she held on to those weak philosophy. ‘Cull the herd.’ She’s a tool.
Everything Abigail felt at this moment was pain, stinging and pulsating pain. It started as soon as she touch her cheekbone and feeling the dry blood under her fingertips. Abigail started an attempt to stand up and reached for bars of the cage. Weakly she leaned her head against the metal bars, that kept her captured.
Abigail was about to fall asleep, if someone she hated very much didn’t interrupted her. The heavy sounds of boots appeared in the distance, till they stopped in front of her. Just the bar separated each other and with a bit courage, she looked up. Jacob’s eyes look down at her, like they would always do, and he hummed this unmistakable melody, that had driven so many people into madness.
“W-what did you do to me?” she demanded as she shakily stood up. “You’re familiar with the term ‘classical conditioning,’ right, Deputy?” asked Jacob as he unlocks her cage and steps inside, “It’s when a conditioned stimulus…say a song…leads to a reflexive response…in this case to train…to kill…to sacrifice,” he said, stepping closer to her.
Abigail began to walk backwards, eager to leave the close proximity and the intimidating stranger that dwelled in it. A hand grasped her wrist, pushing her against the bars.
“W-what…?” she murmured, staring up to his eyes. Everything tilted for a moment before it righted itself again. Something kind of… fuzzy, began to cover her thoughts. Like static. He smirked, casually putting his hand against the bar near her head. “You’re a tool, Deputy. A means to an end. And you will serve your purpose.”
Suddenly he was closer, a lock of her raven hair in between his fingers. “But perhaps, you could prove your strength with your body,” he whispered, his teeth nipped the outer shell of her ear. Even since she’s encountered Jacob Seed, he scared her but at the same time, she was drawn to him. Having him this close to her, his teeth on her ear, it made all thoughts leave her mind.
“M-my b-body?” she finally managed to reply through the foggy haze clouding her mind, the words leaving her lips as a breathless stutter. “Mmhmm,” Jacob inhaled into her neck then Abigail jumped as he nibbed on her neck before laving the bites with his tongue.
His free hand wrapped itself around Abigail’s waist to steady her, and no doubt to keep her exactly where she was. His lips took their time on her neck, kissing her at an almost painstakingly slow pace. Abigail bared her neck to him, giving full access for his ministrations. Then, his teeth found what they were looking for. In a desperate attempt to stop herself from allowing a moan to pass through her lips Abigail bit them, hard.
Jacob seemed to notice this also, he could feel the noise he had been working for begin in her vocal chords but never leave her mouth. He lifted his head up to see her eyes wide in surprise and desire, Jacob felt immensely proud at himself for this.
His hot gaze drifted towards her lips, and seeing her teeth breaking the delicate skin had a low growl leaving his own.
Suddenly Abigail were thrown down onto the ground, and the next thing she knew, his body hovered above hers.
He smashed his lips over hers. She tried to resist him but it was inevitable in the end. He claimed dominance over her mouth with ease. Abigail, after all, was no match for him. Abigail tried to push him away, but the hand that had been wrapped around the lock of her hair quickly fisted it all, wrenching it all downwards so that her mouth was directly below his.
“You’re mine…” He whispered, the hand at her waist traveling lower, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down. His fingers drew circles all the way up her thighs, growing dangerously close to the wet center. She could feel the dampness.
“I-I…” This was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. But it all felt so good.
“Would you prefer it if I stopped?” At the same moment the words left his lips his thumb brushed over her core, and a breathy moan escaped her lips.
Abigail cried out as he brushed her center again. She realized that he knew exactly which strings to pull to get her exactly where he wanted her, and that was in his arms, completely under his control. His fingers slipped underneath her panties to feel the wetness in the apex of her thighs.
“Just as I suspected,” He said, his voice dangerously low as he retracted his fingers from her body to show Abigail the sheen of liquid coating his finger. “You’re soaked, pet.”
‘Pet?” she thought. The term of endearment worming its way through the foggy haze of everything.
No, she suddenly thought.
No, no this isn’t right.
This isn’t right at all.
“Let me go!” She finally began to struggle, twisting and writhing her body and pushing at him, in an attempt to get him off of her. But then he gripped her wrists in one hand and pressed his body into hers.
She was trapped.
He gently bit at her throat and hummed in appreciation. “I have to say Deputy, I’m impressed. Not many can resist in the state that you’re in.”
Suddenly the fuzziness in her brain made sense, and anger shot through her, she could feel herself get even wetter because of his ministrations. “L-Let me g-go…” she whispered, the breathy words ending on a moan.
“Now why would I do that, when I have you right where I want you?” He twisted his hips so that the bulge in his pants skimmed over her. All the breath that was in her lungs felt like it evaporated.
“Please,” she begged him, almost inaudible. He pulled her shirt and bra over her head. He chuckled, the sound dark and infuriatingly arousing. “Please what?” He leaned over her, pinching her nipples and her back arched into his touch.
“Tell me what you want, pet. Use your words.”
They both jolted by a loud as hell alarm. ‘Those damn Whitetails,’ cursed Jacob.
Jacob immediately pulls back, “I’ll come back for you,” he stated, adjusting his crotch. He exits her cage, locking it behind him. Abigail closed her eyes and let sleep wash over her.
So this is my first writing on here and I thought it be fair for it to be John I mean am I right?! Anyways I hope you guys like it!
Warnings: Spoilers (Far Cry 5), Smut, Cursing
Summary: The tension between John and the Deputy has come to a boiling point and there’s no turning back.
The wind whispered through the trees as my shallow breaths echoed in the silence as I looked through my scope.
My scope steadied with my breath as his form came into focus.
John Seed, one of the four head cult members his tattoos glistened with sweat and blood. Just one bullet could end this all I had to do was pull the trigger, just as I was about to squeeze the trigger John’s smile came into view.
A shiver ran down my spine as I whispered “Fuck.” you could hear the deafening silence until my radio buzzed to life “Hello Deputy.” he purred.
Not lowering my gun I grabbed my radio “Hello John long time no see.” fatly.
“Now, now deputy lower the gun and we can talk like civilized people.” he purred into the radio.
Confused as I was hidden at least 50 yards away and no way for him to see me I looked into my scope and found John waving with that shit eating grin I love to hate.
“You know John the gun doesn’t go until yours does,” I say flatly.
Looking through my scope he throws his gun across the outpost.
“Your move Deputy.” his words dripping with honey.
Warning: Smut-ish (no actual sex), Dubious Consent because of Drug Influence, Foursome Fantasy, Daddy Kink (obviously)
A/N: Ok, so I just wrote this while I am sick and it’s the closest to actual intercourse I’ve ever gotten to write in a story. If there is interest in a second part, tell me. Also, sorry for any OOC-ness.
Don’t like, don’t read.
The Bliss clouded your mind. Your thoughts dragged through it like it were mud and your movements seemed jerky and foreign. You hated Faith, you really did. This was the worst. It wasn’t enough that The Bliss made you unable to fight back, no it made you compliant and loosened your tongue.
You lay in a field of flowers, blue butterflies dancing through the air and jackrabbits playfully nipping at your feet when Joseph Seed approached out of nowhere, bending down to you and offering you his hand. You blinked at him through the sparks that marred your vision, not sure if he was a hallucination or not. Your Bliss-induced happiness made you take his hand and be raised to sit on your knees across from him. He was shirtless and you, inhibitions lowered, studied his chiselled chest with great interest, eyes tracing over scars and tattoos alike. If he noticed your inapproriate staring, he didn’t say anything, he only smiled at you through yellow glasses. “Joseph”, you slurred, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. “Yes, my child?”, he replied, his voice sweet and fatherly. It made you wonder. “Why are you The Father?”, you asked him. He blinked, confused. “Because I was chosen.” You patted at his arm. “No, no. That’s not what I meant.”, you looked into his eyes intensely. “I mean, why Father? Why not something else?”
“It’s what my flock began calling me. I take care of them like a father.”, Joseph supplied, taking your hand into one of his, intertwining your fingers in a gesture that seemed more intimate than it had any right to be. “You don’t look like a Father to me.”, you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth unbidden. “You look like a Daddy.”, you finished, looking quite proud with yourself when Joseph’s eyes widened and he looked speechless for once. Excitement laced your next words.
“Well, if you’re their Father, then you could be my Daddy, couldn’t you, Joseph?”, you continued, shifting forward until you were almost seated in his lap. His warmth caused a tingling to pool low in you belly and you felt your mouth become dry. You licked your lips to wet them, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you did so. “I’d really like one, you know.”, you admitted freely, none of shame present that you normally felt when you thought about your desires. “Someone older who takes care of me; who’ll treat me like their precious baby girl.”, you murmured, pressing yourself against him, noticing how Joseph’s breathing was coming in quicker puffs. “And I really like you, Joeseph. I didn’t want to cuff you in that church, do you know that? I only did it because I was ordered to. I don’t like to disobey.”, you leaned in further, going with your impulses and trailing your lips over his throat and along Joseph’s jaw. You felt the muscles jump under you administrations. “You looked so powerful, so male, so commanding in that church; I wanted to fall to my kness and worshipyou.”, you told him, your smooth cheek pressed against his bearded one. It tickled in the most delicious way and you couldn’t help imaging that same sensation in between your thighs.
“Deputy.”, he finally said, sounding strained. “This isn’t…” You felt tears in your eyes, he was going to reject you! After you had poured your heart out for him! “Please!”, you cried, burrying deeper into his embrace, shifting your rump over his lap which resulted in a sharp grunt out of Joseph’s mouth. “Just for a while, just be my Daddy for a while. I’m so tired. Please.” Joseph raised his arms and you tensed, preparing yourself to be pushed away but he hugged you instead, pulling you impossibly closer.
You smiled and giggled happily, looking at him through blurry eyes. Deciding to take your chance, you captured his mouth with yours. He wasn’t very responsive at first but you didn’t let that discourage you and you moved your lips over his, sparks running through your body and centering in your abdomen. A jolt of electricity ran down your spine when you felt him move against you, his hips grinding slightly against your own and his lips mirrored the actions of yours. You moaned, legs falling open and moving in place around Joseph’s hips, your pelvis shifting against the hardness in his lap, the friction sending sweet jolts toward your center. You could feel your panties stick to your heat uncomfortably and you had the sudden urge to take them off, to lose every piece of clothing that seperated the two of you. “Daddy”, you groaned, “feels so good.” You felt Joseph twitch and thought, yeah this definitely turns him on. “My sweet girl”, he replied, “my darling. You should see yourself. You look like an angel. God sent you just for me, didn’t he?” You nodded enthusiastically, not caring what he was saying, you didn’t want him to stop. His lips trailed over your throat, beard scratching pleasantly when his breath fanned over your skin.
You grinded down against his hips, seeking a fullness that only he would be able to provide you with. Well he….and maybe his brothers. A surge of arousal hit you hard and whimper escaped your throat when images flashed through your mind. You saw yourself bouncing in Joseph’s lap, John at your back, rutting into your bottom, pawing roughly at your chest and Jacob to your side, his hand in front of your face for you to suck on his fingers.
You closed your eyes for a second, relishing in that particular fantasy. All of your daddies, taking care of you….(even though you were sure that John could be a total sub when he wanted to be.) You imagined Jacob calling you pup, his scars rough under your questing tongue and Joseph, quoting some biblical nonsense with that passionate voice that made your insides quiver. John would be just on the good side of rough, always toying with the line between pain and pleasure. That masochistic fucker would probably like being marked just as much as he’d like to mark you.
“Joe…”, you whined, drawing it out into a moan as he rubbed against your covered pussy in just the right way, slick already coating your tighs. You kissed him again, tongue working against the seam of his lips, demanding entrance like you were a starved and thirsty woman in front of an oasis. He let you in with a part of his lips and you explored his mouth, hands gripping for purchase on his bare shoulders and back. Your eyes had drifted closed naturally and you welcomed the lack of sight, only focusing on the sensations of his lean but hard body against yours. You felt hot, so hot and you wanted nothing more than to lose your clothes and join with The Father as one. The next time you parted for air, you fumbled with your shirt, getting it off with Joseph’s help and putting his large palms over the revealed flesh. “Touch me”, you whispered, “Please Daddy, touch my breasts.” That set him off and he began cupping them, one by one, fingers tracing them over the lace of your bra. You shivered as short nails skimmed over your nipples which were hardening; almost completely exposed to the air and his administrations. Joseph looked at you, eyes filled with wonder and, dare you call it that, reverence as he lowered his head to gift each globe with a kiss, wet lips trailing around your hidden areola. “You like that, don’t you beloved? See how sensitive you are to my touch. Only mine. We are made for each other. My sweet girl. This can’t be a sin.”, he murmured, half to himself and sounding absent; you tugged at his hair to keep him from going somewhere in his mind and leaving you behind. “Come on Daddy, take me.”, you encouraged him, wiggling your ass enticingly. “I wanna be your good girl, Joseph.”
He was big and strong and dangerous. His coat was red, his eyes were blue, and he was scarred from his years of hunting for prey and outsmarting other, weaker wolves.
He was feared by all the animals in the forest. They flinched from shadows and sudden noises in the night, all of them fearing to see the wolf’s bright blue eyes as he lunged forward to make a meal out of them. They speculated at the size of his teeth, at the sharpness of his claws, at the ferocity of his snarl. His howling was the backbone of nightmares all through the forest.
This wolf was the protector of his pack; he kept them safe, kept them fed. But even they were scared of him- it was only with his brothers that he found company at ease with him.
so uh turns out i posted this on my archive but i never did here, so here’s a jacob thing i did a while ago for all you tumblr kids :) this was a request done by @hopecountylovin (sorry if i did post this and im retagging you, my tumblr shows i didnt and im a confused noodle)
My masterlist has all my other drabbles, requests, headcanons and matchups
JACOB SEED X FEM DEP: soft jacob seed x f!deputy in a bunker after the collapse ft. hurt/comfort TW: SOME PTSD, MINOR VIOLENCE
The day the world ended was one the Deputy had never expected to come, and if it had, she assumed she would have long passed from this Earth. Scientists talked about the Sun dying far in the future and extinction that had wiped out 95% of all life on Earth 250 million years ago. Both of those events were so far from the current point in time that it was hard to imagine what the world would have been like if it ended again. If the universe decided to push it’s own “reset” button.
She’d often think on the things she’d do differently if she’d known the sky would catch on fire, a bright blue replaced by searing orange and smoke. Would she have spent it with her friends? Would she have visited her parents one last time?
Can I have Jacob fluff? He gets dep pregnant and they prepare for the baby and he gets protective and everything has to be perfect.
When Jacob finds out the the deputy is pregnant a bunch of emotions run through his mind. Happiness, he’s so excited to have children of his own, he wants so badly to be the father he never had. Pride, he got the deputy pregnant, him, he was the one that she begged to be filled by, he was the father to her growing child. Anxiety, what if things don’t work out, what if there was complications, what if people tried to harm his child?
After some time has passed and he and the deputy have had time to process everything he becomes hyper protective.
Nobody gets within 50ft of the deputy without his say so, and god help you if you bring weapons anywhere near her.
He personally sees to their meals and snacks, ensuring everything is healthy and safe for them. He also makes sure she eats and keeps herself properly hydrated.
His most trusted doctor is called in for bi-weekly check ups to make sure everything is going well. The doctor and his siblings are the only ones that Jacob lets near her regularly.
One t starts getting closer to the deputy’s due date Jacob starts getting everything ready, making sure that the nursery is prepared and everything is perfect, he’s read and re-read all the parenting books he could find, he’s researched all the latest information on baby safety.
When the child is old enough he’ll train them, but when they’re little they’re his precious child and no harm will come to them.
Anything the deputy needs he gets, no questions asked, they want it, they’ll have it, they’re carrying his child after all. He gives her massages and back/ foot rubs. He finds her favourite foods and makes sure that they’re fully stocked up on them all.
At night he likes to hold her, hands all over her stomach, needing to feel close to her and their child. Sometimes he’ll whisper to her stomach, telling their baby stories and confiding his hopes and dreams in them.
If you’re still accepting, “My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?” With john and a female!dep, please?
She wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up like this, hands tied above her, chained to a wall in John’s bunker. She had tried to liberate an outpost, but given her current situation she assumed that it went poorly, very poorly.
“Well, well deputy, it appears that your wrath has proven to be your downfall. I told you it wouldn’t be fulfilling, I told you it would leave you empty.” John came into view, a knife in hand wandering around the room before looking towards her. “And now, here you are, back in my bunker.”
The smile he sent toward her was met by her own glare.
“Go to hell, you phychoti-”
John moved faster than she thought he was able to, suddenly pressing the knife against her lips.
“Shh, shh sh shhh, that’s your wrath speaking again, I’m here to help you, I’m going to free you from your sin.” John slowly moved the knife from their lips, down to their throat, pressing the tip into the hollow of her throat. “First though, I need the bunker key you stole from my brother, he wants it back.”
She smiled up at him, shifting slightly, pressing the knife tip into her throat, drawing a small droplet of blood.
“I’m sure he does, he must be so upset that a weak little tool got the better of him, has he been able to get back into his bunker yet?” She could tell that she was starting to get under his skin, not just making him angry, but they could see his eyes following the blood as it slowly trailed down her chest before disappearing under her shirt. Her smile grew as she saw that she was having an effect on him.
“He is.” John swallowed, “He is very upset that he can’t get into his bunker, which is why I need you to give me his bunker key.” He was watching her face again, back in control.
“I’ve got it hidden in a safe in a bunker.”
“What bunker? And where are the keys to get in?”
She smiled up at him, shifting again, pressing herself closer to him.
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
She almost laughed when she saw John swallow before his eyes trailed down her body, stopping at her hips. He moved on hand slowly, trying to feel her front pockets to figure out where the keys were.
“Oh John, my back pocket, the front pockets are just for show.”
He didn’t say anything, just moved his hand behind her, finding the pocket with the keys and reaching in. It was an awkward angle with how they were positioned so he ended up slightly lifting her up, pressing her closer into him. Once he had the keys in his grasp he quickly removed his hand and stood up.
“Now then deputy, which bunker do these open?”
“That’s a confession that you’re really going to have to work for John, I don’t want to give away the location that easily.”
John laughed at that, placing the keys on his tool bench before turning back to her.
“Don’t worry my dear, this is a safe space, I’ll have your confession soon enough.”
In celebration of the new Far Cry, could we get Dep and Sharky reuniting after 17 years of separation from one another. Pretty soon they have a moment of privacy and Sharky being Sharky says "Don't worry Chica I may be 54 but I can't still get my dick up." Which causes Dep too tear up bc her Sharky hasn't changed after all these years. Then they go on having fluffy sex.
You stepped out of the bunker, feeling your eyes water at the brightness of the sun and the flourishing foliage around you. It was insane how different everything looked after seventeen years. The air smelled clean and crisp and the sounds of birds, singing in the trees, filled you with awe.
“Its beautiful.” Said Joseph, echoing your current thoughts. You only gave a short nod in reply. As a man who used to intimidate you to no end and acted to keep you tied to that bed for the whole duration of the stay, still made you uneasy. Joseph, however, wasn’t quite what he made himself appear to be as he quickly opened up to you which snowballed to you opening up to him.
You would be lying if you denied becoming close to him, but still held some hard feelings toward him for everything that had happened. That was your sin, you supposed.
“What will you do?” Your face twisted just a bit in thought. What would you do? What could you possibly do from here? Who else was alive?
You felt a hand on your back, breaking you out of your train of thought. You flinched. It was enough for him to realize your discomfort and he retracted his touch.
“We can start by searching around the bunker. We may find survivors.” He seemed fairly optimistic. It lifted your spirits a bit, but you were still pessimistic about the whole thing. They most likely didn’t have enough supplies and If they did search bunkers, they’d be more likely to find corpses then survivors.
“Alrighty then. Lead the way, "Father.”“ He didn’t give you any sort of reaction to that name, trudging on ahead of you.
"And I said that she reminded me of Brian, because she was such a cool cop and had eyes I could fucking swim in for days, man. Yeah, she was the coolest shit. Haven’t seen her since the Seed bullshit. Don’t know if she’s even alive.”
You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. It was such a fucking coincidence for him to be saying that shit about you after all of this time. It made you start to tear up a little, though you don’t let it spill over.
“Sharks?” Your voice almost cracked as you called out to him, his shocked and desperate face finally pushed those tears down your cheeks.
“DEP!? YOU’RE FUCKING ALIVE!?”
He met you halfway, pulling you into the tightest hug, nuzzling his scruffy face into your neck. “Baby girl, I thought I’d never see your gorgeous ass again!”
“I missed you too, you big goof.” Your face was hot, your smile so wide it was almost painful on your face.
You felt his body twitch and freeze his minstrations.
“What’s that pasty-ass toothpick fuck doin’ here?” He sounded dangerously serious, something you weren’t used to hearing from Sharky.
“ He’s fine, Shark. If anything, that toothpick saved my life. Don’t give him to hard of a time.” You looked around a moment, seeing more people come out to meet you.
“Jerome! NICK! KIM!!” You pulled away from Sharky to tackle Nick, hearing him groan, laughing at the same time.
“I’m fucking old, now, you can’t just jump on me like that! You’re going to break my fuckin’ hip!”
You helped him up off of the ground, feeling somewhat guilty, but forgetting it as soon as you felt both Nick and Kim wrap their arms around you. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” She whispers in your ear, tightening her grip.
“Its good to see you, deputy.”
You pulled away to hug Pastor Jerome, happy to see him old, and still kicking.
“So, how goes it?” He chuckled, telling you how he and Nick taught the children to the best of their abilities as well as explaining that there are others living at their base called, Prosperity.
They ask you to come with them and see everyone else. You agree, but the only thing they request is to keep Josephs hands cuffed. You didn’t want to, but if it was the only way to earn their trust, he would have to.
You and Sharky sat on the bed of your “new” room. You had recognized this place as looking similar to John’s ranch, which upset you to a certain degree, but you would keep it under wraps.
“Man… after all this time… I was scared, you know? At the thought of losin’ you. When they came after all of us… I was the only one that got out of that shit hole. They even got Hurky. I’m only one guy you know, so I didn’t want to run in and get killed too. I felt something coming. It’s in the air, dude. I got this feelin’ that something wasn’t right, so I went and his in a bunker with this sweet old couple.”
You hand trembled as you held his.
“They lives just long enough to get outside and then they both died out in a big bush of flowers. Buried both of them. They were good people.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You wouldn’t cry again. It was bad enough that you were an emotional wreck about finally getting out of there, but now your love was alive and here with you. It was impossible to not be overjoyed.
“Sorry I’ve gotten a bit old myself. Dont you worry though, I age like a fine wine, I mean, look at me. I’m still fine as fire and can definitely still get my dick up at the sweet and tender age of fifty-four.”
You were thankful that he was still the same Sharky you knew and love, glad he hadn’t changed at all.
“Shit, baby, didn’t mean to make you cry.”
You wiped your face and leaned in to kiss his lips.
“Nah, it’s all good, buddy. I’m so glad you’re here. Don’t you ever fucking change.”
He scoffed, “Who gave you the bright idea I was gonna do that?” He grinded his hips into yours, a gasp slipping though his gritted teeth.
“See? I wasn’t lying when I said I could still get it up.” You trembled at the sweet friction he gave.
“In almost forgot how big you were, Jesus…” his ears redened at the complement and with it, continued to indulge you.
It had been so long, your body desperate for his affection. As much as you wanted to take your time, you needed him now, hard, and fast.
“Fucking give it to me, Sharks! I fucking need it, please…”
“You got it, though it’s been a while. May not last too long, but I’ll do my best for the sexiest cop I’ve ever met.”
(Going to continue later for nsfw and post on AO3. The auto correct is getting funky the longer I type. I’m on mobile so it’s really weird.)
Yes, stop the presses, Katie is still behind. Thank you so, so, sooo much to everyone who’s liked and/or reblogged my posts thus far, it means more to me than you’ll ever know! <3
I’m working on a short little piece for one of the next categories coming up… but for ‘OC Day’, I wanted to show my appreciation for everyone that’s ever made art for me & my female deputy OC, Sarah Rook! I’ll never be able to fully express just how grateful I am to all of you lovely artists out there! (Drawing and otherwise!)
‘I have made a grave mistake.’ John lay wide eyed in the room which he used to consider his safety. Used to. Now he was playing a sick late night game of Russian roulette with his life. Inviting the Deputy into his home had already been a dangerous decision, but wasn’t that how he liked to live? On the edge, freely. That had been all he had known once he had escaped the ever abusive grasp of his adoptive parents. But never once had he found himself in such a life threatening situation before. 'Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic, she hasn’t moved in at least five minutes.’ That rational train of thought quickly left the station when her foot collided hard with his face. It was followed by a self satisfied grunt, like she was mocking him, daring him to do anything about it. His eyes glanced down and found her foot was close, too close, and lined up perfectly with his nose. One more slight upward motion and her big TOE would be lodged neatly into his NOSTRIL. John had never let anything best him no matter how petty or small, he always made sure he would be the one landing on top. So to have this already obnoxious deputy taking over his bed (which was a California KING by the way!) with such ferocity while in such a innocent act left him lying awake, seething. How dare she. How DARE. SHE. John decided to fight back. He didn’t know how this would fair and at this point he didn’t give a good god damn. This was his house and HIS bed! She couldn’t just push him out of it. But, oh how wrong he was. At first, his attempts to right her sleeping position were gently made. His hand grasped her ankle nicely and he pushed it slowly. The grasp wasn’t quite as strong as it should of been, however because before he knew it she had retracted her leg with devilish speed and cracked him in the face with her heel, much like how a horse would kick out at a offending predator. “Ugh!” The noise involuntary burst from his mouth. Well, at least he had free reign of his upper body now. Blue eyes snaked down to look at what options were currently at his disposal. She was laying on her stomach next to him with just her arms sprawled out, one of them nestled between his slightly spread legs. It was a promising start. John leaned down and this time firmly grabbed her shoulders intending to drag her up to rest her head on the pillow. Time slowed down as soon as he started to drag her, sirens rang in his ears as bright flashes of red went off in his mind. Time had slowed, but hadn’t slowed enough for him to dodge the clenched fist that made his groin target practice. Immediately his hand let go of her to clasp around his injured gonads, tears streaming down his face and his breath coming out in short hollow gasps. He heard Dep let out a straggled snore as she flipped onto her back. It was at this point he lost all control of his emotions. His long legs kicked and flailed against the mattress like a child causing a ruckus because their toy had been apprehended by a scolding parent. His fists bounced off the sheets as he collided them over and over against the pillow top. Hair blinded him as he shook his head back and forth. John Seed had had ENOUGH. This was more nonsense than anyone ever had the right to put up with. His bare feet hit the floor with a dull thud and quickly made their way to her side of HIS bed. He stood over Dep, shirtless and panting, glaring down at her, carefully this time, contemplating his plan of attack. Whatever he was going to, he had to make it fast. Like lightening, her biceps were in his hands. Mistake number one…he had just started counting. Instead of grabbing a hold of her wrists so she had no control of her arms, he had unintentionally decided to giver her half use. And boy, did she use that to her full advantage. Arms flailed wildly, blurring in front of his eyes until a small hand wove its way into his beard and YANKED. He had no choice but to follow the hand down, squealing all the way, until it decided to let go. Dropping her yet again he tried a different angle. Her legs looked rather promising at this point though he was nervous about her having control over her torso. She could turn into a whirling tornado if she so wished and knock him on his ass. But he didn’t have many options now. With risk comes reward he repeated to himself. As soon as he had her ankles she moaned and tried her best at kicking him again. A few seconds went by before she apparently decided it was no use and instead tried scooting upwards and away from him. Finally! Success! He was giddy and working together, she started doing a sleepy time version of the worm. It wasn’t at all enthusiastic, in fact it was sort of fucked up looking, but it was WORKING and that’s all that mattered. The covers had bunched up together in this awkward dance they had conjured up between them. It was okay, he would go back to his side of the bed, at least cover his torso, roll over, ignore her and proceed with his own sleep. Wrong again. When he laid back down she had moved over onto her side, facing him with a arm thrown over all the blankets. John reached out for one, just one blanket for God’s sake, but Dep had different ideas. The movement of him tugging a tiny corner of one blanket must of set something off in her because the next thing he knew, she had gathered them up even more into a ball and let out a quiet yell of defiance. Spastically she flipped her body away from him rolling over almost off onto the floor and curled around the ball that was now tucked lovingly into her chest. John laid on his back and tried to stop the tears of defeat, but it was for not. This fight was pointless and no matter how nice or how aggressive he tried to be it dawned on him in that moment this was one petty fight that had beat him. John had been bested by a sleeping Satan incarnate. Jacob could never find out about this. Slowly he rose back to his feet, grabbed a spare blanket from the cupboard and began the long walk of shame to his couch downstairs.
Morning light shone through the curtains, rousing the deputy from her slumber and she smiled. John sure had a comfortable bed! She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so good and rolled over keenly to tell him. He wasn’t there. She sat up confused and looked around the vast room. No water was running in the bathroom…maybe he had woken early trying to surprise her with breakfast? A grin spread out across her face and she wrinkled her nose playfully at the thought of John Seed being sweet. She quickly dressed and bounded down the stairs but wasn’t greeted with the aroma of coffee and bacon like she had expected. Her stomach had started to sink but then she noticed his figure splayed across the couch and her face lit up again. She made her way toward him, leaning over the back of the sofa she shook his shoulder gently, cooing his name into his face. “Wakey wakey eggs and bac-” He bolted upright, chest heaving. Even though he had given up against her demon sleep routine, it still plagued his dreams and he, needless to say, didn’t sleep very well that night. She stared at him, not knowing how to react when suddenly his eyes focused and zeroed in on her. A grimace spread across his face and he stood up to his full height over her. She peeked up at him and gasped loudly as he grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. She started to babble. “Look, last night was fun, like reaaaaal fun, but I’m still kind of sore this morning so if we could just have some breakfast first?”
John kicked his back doors open rather harshly and marched outside like a man on a mission. The babbling into his back continued. “Oh, ok! This might be fun. Sex outdoors…kinda wild and dangerous maybe we could find a mudhole somewhere and- OOF!” He threw her off his shoulder into the pond below and walked away. She sat on her ass staring at his retreating back. “Want me to radio you later?” was the only thing she could think of to say. Another smile plastered her face when he gave her a thumbs up behind his back. Oh, how he loved to suffer.
______________________________________________________________ @purringhelpsmesleep I finally got around to it :)
i’m 99% sure i’m the only person that thinks this but// i’m so fucking salty about the fact there’s hardly ANY fucking male deps? like fuck gimme that gay shit!! give me some pratt and male dep and i will worship you as a fucking
Some things are nice about living in a bunker with the surviving members of the sheriff’s department. There are no Seeds trying to kill her, she can nap whenever she wants, and there’s a distinct lack of insects trying to bite her or crawl down her shirt.
Some things about living in a bunker with the remaining members of the sheriff’s department are not so nice. There’s not quite enough food to last them as long as they’d like, and rationing doesn’t take into account the occasional hunger pangs that come with perpetual boredom. The lack of privacy is the other big one – there’s just not enough space for everyone to get the alone time they need.
do they all need alone time.
If they time it out just right, they can all hang out in separate spaces during the day, spread out through the bunk room, common room, kitchen, and the room Whitehorse claimed, and that helps a lot when tensions start to run high.
Really, though, the biggest need for privacy comes at night, and with several twenty-something adults sharing a bedroom…
Mattie’s gotten pretty well used to ignoring sounds that come from the other bunks in the middle of the night, little grunts and moans and stuttered breaths not the least of them. Tonight, though, she’s wide awake and the noises coming from Staci’s bunk are…
When Deputy Bisset forces her way into an abandoned cabin in an attempt to escape an early blizzard, she wasn’t expecting to be joined by Jacob Seed. Especially a Jacob Seed in the start of his rut.
Isabel Bisset refused to ever hide what she was. From the day she had presented as an omega, it had been kind words in nurses offices and boxes of chalky white pills pressed into her palms. To suppress her heats, to hide her scent. Trust me, honey. You don’t want to grow up letting people know you’re an O. It was illegal to discriminate based on designation but Society always found ways around rules, didn’t it?
‘I think you’re in the wrong room, Miss Bisset. This is woodwork. Home economics is down the hall.’
‘Really, a tattoo? What will your mate think about that? Come back in a month, when you’ve really thought it over.’
‘Thank you for applying, Miss. But we have other more suitable candidates. Would you like me to forward your resume to HR encase a secretary position opens up?’
The police academy hadn’t wanted her. They had provided a thousand and one excuses to deny her but she passed every test and perfected every score. A gun steady in her hands and a law book to know back to front. She wanted to protect but all they focused on was to serve. Calming traumatized children and witnesses. Patting down omegas at crime scenes. Be soft and sweet and leave the rest of the work to the real officers.
During the next few weeks, Rook would have more panic attacks. Jacob would help her in small ways, getting her water or helping her to her room. He would never say anything and he always left after a few minutes. Gradually she started to have them less and less. She learned to control her breathing and when the panic came. She would sit down on the floor with her head in between her knees and just breathe deeply. After everything she had been through and witnessed, Rook knew this wasn’t going to a quick fix. Time would be the only thing to heal her. Or so she thought.
Three weeks into their forced bunker life, Jacob came to her and asked her if she wanted to train with him. By this time their life together consisted of quiet meals and avoiding each other whenever possible. Jacob spent most of his time in the radio room. He had moved a bed into the room in case someone was to try and contact them. He didn’t acknowledge her, save for a few head bobs while passing in the hall. It had become a lonely way of living, so when he asked to train, Rook was more than happy to say yes.
She had been working out in her room before he asked. Rook had always been someone who never liked sitting around doing nothing, so keeping fit helped her pass the time. It also gave her something normal from her previous life that she could hold on too. Working out with Jacob though would give her more of a challenge. As brutish as he was, he knew his way around a fight and she might learn a trick or two from him.
She recommend training in her room as it had the most space. She was dressed in her now normal black shirt and pants. Wrapping her hands with cloth to try and save her knuckles from the bruising that comes with sparing, she stood in the middle of the floor and waited for Jacob. Hearing him down the hall, she had expected him to come in wearing his usual Army jacket, but when she looked up she saw only his naked muscular chest. He was wearing sweatpants at least, but sight of him half naked threw her mind to places she didn’t think Jacob would bring her.
Seeing her staring he said nonchalant “I train better this way”.
“Well as long as you don’t expect me to do the same, we are good” Rook joked nervously.
Jacob eyed her, but said nothing. Rook thought she caught the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Well Deputy, I’ve seen you in action and I know I don’t need to go easy on you while we spare. I don’t hold back. Can I count on you to give me your all as well?”
As a response Rook went down on one knee and swept her other leg under him bringing him crashing to the floor. He let out a large grunt, but quickly got up and threw a punch at her which she expertly dodged. That hint of a smile was now full-blown smile on his rugged face.
“This is going to be fun” he growled at her.
For an hour, they deftly swung and dodged each other, sometimes making contact, but most of the time missing each other completely. They were more than evenly matched for one another.
Rook began to grow tired and she noticed Jacob slowing down too. She was about to call time when he landed a large punch to her stomach. Short of breath, she tumbled forward and pushed him down to the floor. Landing on top of him, her body involuntary wiggled to try and get air into her lungs. The movement caused friction on Jacob and before she knew it, she felt a large bulge under his pants forming. His large arms grabbed her waist to try and keep her still. His blue-eyes staring holes into hers. In a swift movement he leaned in and kissed her, kissed her hard. There was no kindness in the kiss, just a rough passionate need.
Rook froze and didn’t kiss him back at first, but after a few seconds, she succumbed to her own needs and kissed him back just as fiercely.
Just as suddenly as it started it stopped. Jacob threw her off of him and stood, his face red and angry. He walked to the door and paused. It looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he walked out and slammed the door shut.
Rook sat on the floor and wondered “What the hell just happened?”.
i have no idea which meme this was for because there were a few with symbols that also contained the fire emoji?? so?? i just used the closest/last one i reblogged ksjfjd i hope that is okay! 🖤🌹
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
Jacob rounds the corner of the doorway, hoping to put his office in the proverbial rear view for now. Boots on peeling laminate he makes his way, a palm on the balustrade when he approaches the stairs but he stalls out. Shocked and, admittedly, more than a little impressed he stares down at the fading olive green of the Deputy’s uniform she represents so proudly.
“What are you doing out of your cage, darlin’?” The body of a young man he knew as Breaker falls to the ground before she moves to ascend and it is suddenly a furious race: her climbing and he reaching for the trinket he carries in his pocket at all times. As he secures the box in his hand a hard, stained fist connects with his jaw and he sneers, spit flying.
The music box clatters to the ground, spitting out two beats of its haunting chime before they’re both grappling. He isn’t a weak or slight man by any standards, but she is a practiced hunter, trained by the best in the region. Swinging as if his life depends on it, he manages to make a devastating connection. Turning the tide he uses his hips, biceps flexing to force her over.
To her credit she does her best to squeeze the life out of him, legs scrabbling to break free and flip him again. They’re both very aware that the upper hand is her only chance and they fight, fists bruising flesh. Nails mar the length of his cheek before he really loses his patience, a palm circling her windpipe.
“Stand down,” He struggles, impressed with her determination and cheeks puffing, “Soldier- that’s an order!” Although she goes slack momentarily at his command she is quick to pick up the pace when she feels his grip lessen. Hands shifting into the tattered lapels of her uniform he hauls her up just enough and slams her back down into the linoleum; a last ditch effort to interrupt the way she’s clawing at his face.
“Give it up,” His words are punctuated, a breathy frustration, “You can’t win- not in this arena, sweetheart.” That seems to at least break some of her raw, feral resolve to claw his eyes out and he clamps a single hand down around her jaw, bruising with the meat of his palm hovering- ready to clench down.
“What’s got into you lately- hmm?” The Rookie sputters, “Been clanging them bars like a bitch in heat and now- what do I find,” He looms closer, pleased in the way her cheeks flush, “Roaming around my domicile?” Jacob lessens, confident in his grip and the way she reduces to a low simmer, “A disobedient, little rat that, surprisingly?” Releasing a one beat, sour laugh his lips shake with irritation, “Isn’t Staci.”
Fierce and more than determined he gets a good, wild look into her eyes as she stills, a palm flattening on the cold, crumbling flooring. “I raise wolves here- leaders, girl-” Confident in himself and his methods he releases, “You wanna’ take y’er doggy and go, be my guest, little Peach.”
Floorboards creak as he moves away, putting his back to her and heading for the very place he’d intended to leave nearly twenty minutes ago. “Close the door behind you,” He doesn’t look, but he knows she is in attendance, can feel it in the shift of air, “I’m a private man.” When the double doors rattle closed he has to fight the urge to turn and look at the scuff sound the the music box being deposited on his desk makes. Jacob smirks, pleased with himself and his meticulously crafted prodigy.
“Is there something you wanted?” He does his best to seem nonchalant and uninterested in her presence, but he is on high alert, ears prickling with unspent adrenaline. “Or did you just fancy a little go on the stairs, hmm?” Jacob takes a half step back when she appears abruptly in front of him, hands smoothing against the lapels of his camouflage; debating. A brow raises, not sure what to do, or how to respond to such a delicate motion - this is not something that exists in his world, especially not between them.
“W h a t,” He demands, out of patience for whatever searching she was doing. Tiny, bruised hands fist, tugging and before he gathers enough wits about himself to stop, he feels? Like dissolving. Unworthy of such a kindness. Dirty - unclean. Wrong. Still, his lips move, tongue peeking out to savor metallic crimson and lungs rushing in excitement.
Pulling away his expression darkens, skin crawling for who he is and what he stands for - a proverbial wrench bending in the cogs. “Get out,” Hands wrapping her own they clamp down as the fire inside rises, stoking to life once again. She stands frozen, likely stunned by him and his simmering anger, “Get,” He tries again; harder, voice a handful of harsh stones, “Out.” Seconds tick tock by, his grip tightening until her knuckles strain, cartilage popping. Jacob sucks in a long, bellowing lungful, voice traveling the halls,
When he has enough sense about him to focus again, she is gone and he feels sour; drained. Ashamed of himself and his temper. Gripping the rail of the balcony he watches her escape the courtyard, clutching to the backside of a reaping truck. “Good riddance,” Elvis noses his thigh, panting and Jacob guesses he’s likely tired from his trek home with the pack. “Right boy?” The wolf gives him a short whine and he thunks a hand down into thick, painted fur, “I’m right don’t argue with me.” The wolf trots inside, huffing as he curls up on Jake’s sorry excuse for a mattress and Jacob eyes him, coming inside, “A wolf’s wisdom my ass.”
holy wow it has taken me a while to do this and for that i am sorry most beautiful whalesharks i hope i can at least give you something worthy of your patience. it uh??? ?? ? ? ? ???? yep. : D i hope this is okay
17. “Nothing is wrong with you.”
“Jacob,” The bedding stirs, the shell of one foot rubbing warmth into the other, “It’s cold.” Her voice is heavy, groggy with sleep and she rubs the backs of her palms into her eyes as she turns away from the wall. “Jake?”
The room is dark and a cricket chirps in response, it’s hum wavering in and out of tune in the cold. Her jaw offsets, bottom lip cupping to blow stray hairs from her brow- where had he gotten off to? Eyes trace a pooling, moth-eaten-curtain-strewn path of moonlight as she debates leaving the warmth of the itchy, woolen blanket.
The tiles are cold underfoot and the tail of her blanket cape drags down the hall behind her. Dry, flecking tiles creak as she makes progress, honing in on the faint sounds of distress from the bathroom a few doors down. A whimper. Squeaking flesh on tile- several pained grunts. Digging- no, scratching?
It sounds like a psychotic mouse den is somewhere in the walls.
Although she is less than a hundred feet away, the safety of Jacobs office seems miles away when her fingers cusp the antique knob. Ophelia takes a slow, steadying breath. She isn’t sure what to be prepared for. This is Saint Francis, Jacob Seeds domain; anything could be waiting for her on the other side of that door.
Slowly it swings open, hinges nearly muffled by the resonation of strangled breathing. It takes her much longer than it should to digest what she’s bearing witness to.
She knows better- truly, she does. But, still, her mouth hangs open, lips soft around his name, “Jacob?”
Although his head jerks in her direction he doesn’t look at her. Not really. “Bugs,” Determined, meaty hands dig into his forearms with an almost renewed sense of action. Swiping palms against his bare chest squelch, nails curling in an effort to thwart off whatever he is seeing. “Fucking,” He annunciates in a way that brings a startled hand to her lips- he is frightened, “B u g s!!”
There is a fine line she is toeing as she steps further into the two stall restroom: she shouldn’t wake him and risk making things worse, but he’s injuring himself. Deeply.
Jacob makes a heart wrenching sound, digits back at his arms and digging.
Ophelia releases her hold on the blanket and it hangs at one of her shoulders stubbornly. “Jake, it’s okay,” Her leveled tone seems to do nothing for his near frenzied motions, nails scoring skin and teeth baring, “Let me help you.”
Taking a half step forward she hangs near the wall, keeping the sink between them. “We can get them off together-”
He doesn’t say anything but his body language conveys exactly how he is feeling on the situation and he half grunts his negativity.
“We- I-” She sputters for a moment, gears shifting wildly, “I have this!” Gripping the still clinging corner of blanket at her shoulder she makes sure to move slowly- fluidly, so as not to startle him and his half-crazed mind. “You can smother them, all at once.”
Jacob lifts a bloodied, raw hand to his nose and he wipes, sniffling- debating. “Hnn,” His jaw works a few times before functioning, southern accent thick in his sleep addled state, “Give it here.”
Ophelia is hyper-vigilant as she transfers ownership of the material, lower lip wavering at the thought of the woolen knit against the damage he’s done to himself. She remains silent. One hand wraps the lip of the sink- anchoring as she watches.
He makes a stifled noise of relief as the fabric wraps around him- he feels like crying. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” As the night terror really begins to subside he finds himself leaning into the rear wall of the bathroom-? Dripping? Where was he-
“There’s nothingwrong with you, honey.” That seems to finally catch his attention, cold blues washing over her. “H e y,” Despite his gory visage half of her lips upturn.
“I-” He means to retort that he is more than aware of the fact that he is just fine but he grips the partially soaked blanket, fever-snippets of his ptsd laden hallucination seeping in. “Need a nap, I am fucking exhausted.” He stares at his crimson dripped toes and silence passes between them for a brief second, “And confused.”
Ophelia holds a hand out, moving so that there isn’t a ceramic barrier between them, “Let me clean you up first, Mountain Man.” Her expression softens, more than glad to be let into such a private moment, “Y’know, maybe avoid any real, serious infection?”
“What do you mean?” Although his mouth is moving he takes the Deputy’s hand, “Staci lives here, I am already seriouslyinfected.”
Hi, could you please write Sharky and Fem!Dep slow dancing? :3
(I hope you don’t mind, but I used this song for inspiration since it was in my ear holes while I was writing this. It was slow enough and so perfect for my favorite green sweater boi :D )
🔥Finna bust a nut- pink guy🔥
(I recommend this song 10/10)
“Hey, babe, whatchu up to?” Sharky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back to his chest.
You had been listening to music and watching an Eden’s gate broadcast, wondering what they were up to at the moment, hoping you could figure out your next move.
“Nothing. Now, It seems I should be asking you that.”
He let out his gremlin chuckle and twirled you around to face him. He held you like that for a moment, realizing what he’d done and instantly became embarrassed.
“Um… You uh… have some slow stuff on there, chica? I’m feelin’ a little hopeless romantic if ya know what I’m sayin.’”
He wanted to dance with you? Romantically? You didn’t see Sharky doing anything but laying down the boogie while spraying his flame thrower to the sky and screeching along to disco inferno.
“Yeah… what have you got in mind?”
He grabbed your phone, scrolling through your downloads. You became nervous as he found your Pink Guy collection. You saw his mischevious grin and just knew that he knew what these songs were. You didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore than you already did, but he always exceeded your expectations.
He removed the headphones and played the song, resting his hands on your waist and gently rocked you back and forth to the sound of the ukulele. You both were inexperienced when it came to dancing, but it somehow made it work, trying not to step on each other’s feet. Back and forth, side to side, you stepped to the slow beat of the song.
🎶crusin down the street… and I see that pussy… finna bust a nut tonight…🎶
You couldn’t help but crack up, leaning your forehead agaisnt his chest to laugh at the ridiculous lyrics. Your laugh caused his straight face to crack.
Your laughter rang through the small living space. It was probably the most fun you’ve had in a while.
He twirled you around when you righted yourself, pulling you back and resuming your dance. Your head resting on his shoulder as he settled for gently rocking the two of you.
When the song ended, he brought his lips your own. “Shit, this was fun.” He whispered.
Come hell or high water, tonight was going to be a good night. A relaxing night. None of the Seeds were chasing her as far as she knew. Sharky wasn’t blowing up her radio begging her to come over and get wasted with him and Hurk. She had visited with Nick, Kim, and her goddaughter earlier in the day purposely so once she arrived home, she could stay there. Dep walked lazily around her house, bare feet plodding quietly along her smooth wooden floor as she made herself a late night cup of coffee. Her Doberman watched her all the time, his head tilting occasionally at the small hums she made. She smiled down at her long time companion and assured him she was okay. After her coffee cup was fixed she set up sheet music in front of her favorite chair. She leaned back for a moment studying the notes in front of her with the steaming mug paused at her lips. Her life had been busy since arriving in Hope County. Had it not been for the fanatic cult constantly beating her door down, it would of been a nice place to settle down. The county had a simple beauty that was almost to die for. She often would curl up in her front bay window and watch the fog, grey and thick, rolling along the mountain side while the sleepy sun rose streaking the darkened sky with brilliant oranges and yellow. She sighed and straightened up to reach for her cello. The untouched instrument left her heart aching whenever her eyes ran across it. She hadn’t been able to pick up since moving here and it hurt to have it sit in a corner collecting dust. But tonight she had called off all plans, even dire ones, to give herself a break. All she wanted was 12 hours for herself and her dog. That wasn’t too much to ask for was it?
Dep rolled her eyes as far as they would go into the back of her head. Five minutes apparently was too much to ask for, let alone 12 hours. She set the cello down and dragged her way across the living room with Tig by her side. He stayed in perfect sync with her. She looked at him and pointed her finger towards the floor giving him a down command without actually saying a word. Tig obeyed immediately and tucked his legs beneath him, paws flat on the floor just in case he had to make a quick move towards whoever was at the door. She turned the knob and rolled her eyes all over again as John Seed materialized in front of her. “Good evening Dep-yoo-tee.” He knew the way he extended the title grated her nerves slightly John and her relationship was…complicated and fragile. Obviously they were enemies, sworn to different sides of the war that plagued Hope County but it didn’t seem to stop them from having a little bit of fun together every once in awhile. She jutted her hip out dramatically and placed a hand on it. “Ya know, tonight was going so perfectly, just Tiggy and I enjoying each others company, but then YOU show up and ruin it.” John lifted his arms up in front of him palms facing her and started snickering. “Well then I can’t leave now, that would just be disappointing wouldn’t it?” Dep let out a huff and walked back into the house. John tried stepping over the thresh hold but was stopped by Tig. The large Doberman bounded up and pressed his bared teeth against Johns leg, snarling, daring him to make another move. “Uh..do you mind getting control of your dog?” It was Deps turn to laugh now. “Oh, believe me Seed, he’s in perfect control, if he wasn’t your left leg would be missing right now. I haven’t invited you in and as far as he’s concerned you’re intruding on his mommas alone time.” She let out a low whistle, Tig turned his full attention to her and waited for her next command. “Bed.” Tig didn’t even bother a second glance for John as he trotted to his over stuffed dog bed. But as soon as his black body lowered into it he was on full alert, never taking his eyes of John, just waiting for a excuse to rip into him. “Jacob should take lessons from you.” he muttered under his breath as he sat politely as he could on the couch. “Yeah well I wouldn’t suggest letting him know that, might not take too kindly to it. There’s fresh coffee in the pot, you want some.” “That’d be love-” “Cool, it’s in the kitchen.” John stared at at, his mouth agape for a second before he collected himself and looked at her coolly. “Rude, I’m a guest.” Dep place a finger on her chin, pretending to contemplate that but then sneered at him. “Yeah…rude is a good word to describe how you barged into my house.” John rolled his eyes at her and got up to head to the kitchen for the fresh coffee. Dep clicked her tongue quietly and Tigs head snapped to attention. She settled down back in her chair and pointed her finger in the direction of the kitchen. As quietly as Peaches stalking her kill, Tig made his way to sit in the doorway of the kitchen to watch John and make sure he wasn’t up to anything. Just because they had fun occasionally…okay maybe a lot…didn’t mean she trusted him all that much. Tig let John pass back through into the living room and returned to his bed, his full attention back on John. It was then John’s eyes spied the cello leaning against her chair. “Ahh a musician! You surprise me more and more each day Dep.” She glared at him. “Yeah, somewhat. This was the relaxing evening I had planned before you showed up. If you promise to be a good boy and keep your mouth shut I’ll play some.” He smiled at her over the rim of his cup. “Play away sweetheart.” he answered mockingly, not really expecting more than slight fiddling. She shrugged and picked up the cello. She tested the bow across the string a few times before beginning to tune it. After running everything through the tests she sat up straighter, squared her shoulders and positioned her hands. Solemn notes filled the small room as her fingers moved across the fingerboard in a expert fashion. John found himself pleasantly surprised. She wasn’t the best by any means, but she still managed to let the beauty of the cello sing through. What he didn’t expect was for her to start singing.
“The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back.”
John raised his eyebrows at the lyrics.
“My bones are shifting in my skin, and you, my love, are gone. "My room seems wrong, the bed won’t fit. I cannot seem to operate and you, my love, are gone.”
John rose slightly at the sound of her voice. It was entrancing, beautiful, and he knew he needed to pay attention.
“So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again then I will take Then I will take Then I will take The Chain from off the door.”
“I’ll never say I’ll never love But I don’t say a lot of things, and you, my love, are gone. So glide away on soapy heels and promise not, to promise anymore And if you come around again then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels…..”
Her voice rang out from her, powerful and true. With a passion so fierce and emotions so strong John could do nothing but sit and watch her. The muscles in her arms bunched and tightened over and over with each passing of the bow over the cello. Lost in her performance, Deps head was bowed and her silver hair swayed over her hidden face. He was entranced, lost in the music and her voice. Her voice and playing slowly went quieter after a few haunting minutes.
“So glide away on soapy heels and promise not, to promise anymore, And if you come around again then I will take Then I will take Then I will take the chain from off the door….”
At this point John was on the edge of his seat, bent over at the waist, his arms crossed over each other in his lap. He stared. He couldn’t stop staring. Never before had he seen her so exposed, her emotions so raw before him. It’s always been easy to rile her up and fluster her. But he had a feeling this was a side of her not many were privileged enough to see and in a way he felt a little honor in being one of those few. Her shoulders shook as she tried to compose herself and she bent her head up slightly to gauge his reaction. He looked completely enthralled. Her breath left in a minute whoosh and a small smile quirked her lips. “Do you always stare at people like that?” John snapped his slackened jaw and shifted back and forth quickly, straightening himself. “That depends, was that a show for me?” A deep blush painted her cheeks and she stared at the floor, biting her lip. “Not trying to burst your bubble..but no…it’s just been awhile since I’ve played and I kind of got carried away….” her voice trailed off in embarrassment. John quickly took notice of it and stood up, smoothly gliding over and bent down in front of her. He lifted her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed for my sake, that was beautiful.” Never in a million years would she admit it, least of all to him, but butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she looked at John Seed square in the face. A giggle escaped her and she bent over to lightly press her lips to his. He grinned into her mouth and gently kissed her back. Both ignored Tig as he let out a displeased growl followed by an annoyed huff.
thank you so much for requesting this because it finally got me to write something 💕 this got super angsty real quick though oof
Warnings: implied suicidal thoughts toward the end. if this is a potentially triggering topic for you please avoid, take care of yourselves
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
Whitehorse glanced up sharply at her from the bedside. He’d heard all kinds of nonsense spewed from the deputies in his charge before; thirty years on the force and he’d been exposed to just about everything this county could probably throw at them. What he’d never heard before was this type of talk from her.
Rook sat on the edge of the cot, head in hands, as she mentally worked through whatever the hell had just caused her to rush into the jail like a bat out of hell. The rest of the jail’s residents had been thoroughly unnerved because what in the world could have unsettled their toughest, their leader, the one who brought down the Seed family?
“Rookie.” The moniker had stuck before and now, Whitehorse couldn’t let go of the name for the irony alone. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”
She glanced up and for a terrifying second, Whitehorse almost expected to see that horribly, sickly green tint to her eyes. Though Faith’s influence was no longer poisoning the land, the presence of the Bliss was still strong in the waterways. Talk of ghosts and hauntings were common back when he’d been reluctantly sending his people into the mist to find that goddamn Marshal, but the talk had subsided once Rook had successfully flushed Faith out of their lives.
Summary: Jacob told her, what he wants to do
fight against went well. They didn’t kill me. Before and after the fight I had
some time to walk around in the arena. But then he locked me up again. It was a
few days ago.
standing right in front of me. Looking down at me.
want something from me or do you just continue starring at me?” I asked him. I
looked back at him.
starts today”, he just said. He seems so motivated then I was happy about it.
“So, I can
become your little doll. Fighting against the good people here. It would be
great for you and your little cult. The deputy who came here to free this country,
joined the cult. Everyone would join you and those who don’t will be more scared
then ever”, I tried to understand his plans with the first thing that came into
my mind and wasn’t so far away from reality.
a coincidence we take advantage of. But I just want to make a good soldier. I
want to make a soldier who is unpredictable but still loyal to me. You see, every
soldier I have, would do everything I command them. Not because they trust me, because
they trust the father. My brother. So, they do what I say”, he explained, and I
had the feeling I missed a point or something.
me? You have enough people captured here. Everyone could do that”, I just said,
without thinking it through.
to be you. Because you don’t believe in my brother”, he answered, and I understood.
He wanted something that’s his. Something he didn’t have share.
continued looking at him. I said nothing. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then
he grabbed my arm. He through me out of the cage onto the ground.
move!” he commanded and pointed in the direction of the arena.
no!” I refused. It didn’t take me long to regret these words. Because a moment
later I had his fist in my face. For the first time, since I was here, I learned
how strong he was. My nose was bleeding and I had the feeling the print of his fist
in my face.
up. I didn’t say anything nor looked at him. I started moving.
The next morning Rook awoke to the grumbling of her stomach. Thinking back to the last couple of days, she realized that the can of tuna was all she had eaten. She must have been running on pure adrenaline to make it as long as she did. Getting up from the bed, she stretched and looked around the room. The bedroom was messy. Dutch wasn’t one for cleaning she knew. The sudden thought of Dutch made her pause. She tried not to think of his body outside of the bunker in God knows what hell fire raining down. Rook pushed those thoughts away. She wasn’t ready yet to face the truth of what happened. It was too much to take and she still hadn’t recovered from her dealings with the Seed family.
Thinking of the Seeds her mind wandered to Jacob and what he was up too. Grabbing the knife and strapping it to her back, she found a jacket in the pile of clothes and threw it on over her black shirt. Pulling the chair from the door, she slowly opened it and listened. She could hear Jacob in the radio room again. He was trying to get a hold of Joseph. Walking out she made her way toward him and paused only to take a glance in. He was sitting on a stool with his back to the open door. She noticed he had on the clothes she had left for him the night before. He had also put his Army jacket back on. She wondered if he ever left without that jacket. As she was peeking at him, he suddenly straightened his back and froze. Knowing he knew she was there, she hurried off to the kitchen to make something to eat.
In the small kitchenette, Rook found some fresh eggs and bread. Since those would go off soon, she didn’t feel bad about using more than she should have. She was starving, and right now she just wanted scrambled eggs and toast. Cracking the eggs and cooking them on the small electric griddle, she almost felt normal. Like it was just another Sunday morning breakfast. She wondered out loud “Hell is it even Sunday?”
A voice behind her made her jump “it’s Monday”.
She looked behind her and saw Jacob staring at her from the door with his pale blue eyes. He looked tired and still a little weak, but much better than the night before. He was eyeing the food cooking and Rook pulled out two plates and began to serve breakfast. As she placed the food near him, he grabbed her wrist and asked “Why are you helping me Deputy? After all I’ve done to you and all the trials you’ve been through, why?”.
Rook started at him and realized she didn’t even know. She thought for a moment and said “To feel normal again I think”. She walked back to the frying pan and served herself. Sitting on the couch Rook began to eat, not looking at Jacob. After a moment he began eating too. The silence wasn’t as awkward as she would have thought. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend it wasn’t Jacob eating with her, but Pratt or Hudson. The thought made her sad and comforted at the same time. Opening her eyes again, she saw Jacob had finished his food and left the dish on the counter. She made a mental note not to cook for him again, since he couldn’t even be bothered to clean up after himself. Getting up she went to the sink and cleaned the dishes. She heard him back in the radio room calling for his brother to pick up. Personally, she hoped Joseph was dead, but she would keep that comment to herself. Sighing and wondering what to do, she decided to search Dutch’s piles of paper to find out what was stored in the bunker. She’d need to figure out rations eventually why not now.
A few hours later, she determined they had enough food for at least 4 people for 10 years. A welcome thought to know at least they wouldn’t starve to death before the end of the 7 years. She wondered if 7 years was even needed. How long does nuclear fallout last? The sudden image of the mushroom cloud filled her vision. She began to get dizzy and her breathing became shallow and short. Not knowing what was happening she tried to walk down the hall to her room. She got half way there before the blackness came. The last thing she remembered was the flooring coming up fast to her face.
Rook came too on one of the beds in the makeshift medical room. She had a wet towel on her forehead and the lights were dimmed more than normal. Sitting up she looked around the room. Jacob was in a chair looking at the ceiling.
“Well Deputy, looks like you had a panic attack”.
Panic attack? What the hell was he talking about?
“I’m surprised you’ve held on this long after all that’s happened. Stronger than you look, I guess. Keep the towel on your head and try and sleep. There’s not much more that can help with PTSD induced panic attacks. Not down here at least.” He turned his head down and stared at Rook unblinking.
PTSD? She thought about it and it made sense. She was trying not to deal with the horrors she had seen and it finally caught up with her. How could anyone go through a nuclear blast and be okay.
She was silent for a while and then asked quietly “How do you deal with everything you’ve seen? How do you make it feel alright?”.
He abruptly stood and went to the door. She was almost sorry to see him go. Just has he was about to leave he turned and said “My brothers kept me together. Only family can help someone like me.”.
Shutting the door, she heard him go back to the radio room and begin transmitting again. Rook closed her eyes and tried not to think of what he meant. That night she didn’t dream. There was only darkness and void.
Jacob got the feeling the Deputy would be pacing if she weren’t already wiped. As it was, she looked so riled up he could practically see her vibrating as she stood there, wavering ever so slightly on her feet. He tried the door once more, for good measure, but even slamming his shoulder against it did little more than make the wood creak. With a frustrated huff, he turned away, heading towards one of the far windows instead. The Deputy tensed as he passed by her, and in his periphery, he could see her head turn to track his movement. She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, left a step in front of the right, and her knees bent. Her left hand stayed wrapped around her glock, finger outside the trigger guard. Always ready, even now.
“Quit it. I’m not starting a fight, and neither are you.”