#joseph seed smut

[roaringlion]

I’m in a sl#tty mood this month

I will credit creators if the second option is chosen

[kohvan]

Selfpleasuring Seeds: three sketches

Tags/TW: smut, detailed.

"Yes… yes…" John's breath came out from his lips mixed with short moans. The hardness between his legs, peeking from under his lowered pants and boxers, ached and throbbed as he caressed it. He hissed, a thumb pressing against the tip of his shaft, giving out a painfully good sensation. He felt almost drunk or high, his fingers getting lower to the base of his cock, wrapping around it and giving it a nice, punishing squeeze. "Fucking sinner…" he exhaled, looking down at his swollen shaft standing hard and rubbing against his shirt ever so slightly. He closed his eyes, his tongue darting out to lick dry lips. He was so fucking close… A burning embarrassment mixed with arousal made him dizzy. He could almost hear in his ears judging voices of his parents and Joseph… Look at you. Doing such a dirty thing… Sinning before God's eyes… Disgusting, dirty sinner… "Yes…" he whined, his fingers stroking the whole length of his cock from its base to head only to smear a drop of pre-cum that gathered on it. "F-fuck…" Boys are not allowed to touch themselves like this, John. They get punished for that. You don't want us to punish you, do you? "Mh… please…" His hand movements sped up, matching his quickening breath. You're a sinner, John. From inside out. A damned one, indeed. "Yes… Oh God… I am… I am a sinner…" he whimpered, feeling his balls tightening as he reached his climax. We are so disappointed, John. Is it what we taught you to be? We wanted you to be cleansed. We wanted you to be pure. Don't you want to be pure? "No… yes…" his hand slid down and back up a few more times, his voice reminding a whine now. "Please… I want… I want…" Finally, he shuttered into a cllimax. He emptied himself erratically in his fist, gasping with each pulsation of his balls.

Jacob couldn't remember being that hard in years, that's for sure. His cock ached, pressing against his jeans, demanding attention. "Fuck…" if he could just not think about that pretty hands of hers… "Fuck," he repeated, palming himself through his clothes. He shoved aside a pen he held, and it fell on his working desk with a clink. Dammit, can't it wait until he comes back into his quarters? He can't do it right here, while sitting in his fucking office chair, working, and… But oh, if it was her fingers, not his… Her small and yet somehow long fingers with those pink tips and little scratchy nails, so beautiful despite all of the hard work… He closed his eyes and dropped his head on the back of the chair, caressing himself. His hand worked automatically, finding the zipper and pulling it down, slipping under his boxers… "F-f…" he hissed, barely able to curse, as he grabbed his shaft. Her hand would be too short for him, not even wrapped around him fully, wouldn't it? And her touch would be so soft and oh, so inexperienced at first… Yes, just like that… up and down… barely touching… and then giving it a tentative squeeze… and then… He exhaled sharply, biting down the moan that threatened to escape his throat. It felt too good. Too fucking good to be true. So he sped up a little, the caress turning into more of a scratch as he tried to push that vivid image of her out of his mind. He just needed to cum… to drop off that pent up stress… And then back to work… back to… "Jacob? Can I come in?" her voice came from behind the door, followed by a knock. He let out a short gasp, immediately reaching his peak. A handful of sperm spilled out on his palm and fingers, as if he was a damn teenager not able to hold back.

A myriad of voices followed him, calling for him again and again. Father, father, father… Too many lost souls, too many hurt children aching for his love. He breathed heavily, his brow pressed against the bathroom mirror. He needed to get it together. He couldn't afford this stress, not now, not when there is so much yet to be done… Joseph closed his eyes, his chest raising heavily with each deep breath he took. Yes, just like that. Just need to calm down. Just… He gasped softly, feeling a weird, unusual pain in his lower abdomen. His palm sneaked down from his bare chest to the waistband of his pants, caressing his stomach, trying to coax the pain away. But it kept building, a natural response to all of the stress he felt. A natural… and yet so forbidden. "No," he said to himself, full of confidence. "It's against your views, Joseph," his eyes snapped open, a judging stare facing him in the mirror. And yet, his hand seemed to move on its own accord. Committing a sin of flesh. He exhaled slowly, feeling the sensation of this feather-light touch of his hand against his hardening member. It was wrong. He had to fight it. But he was so tired of fighting. He… he couldn't afford this… the sin, it wasn't like him… "But aren't you just a human?" The voice came off his own lips, sounding both foreign and familiar. "God always forgive those who seek atonement…" His breath against the mirror created a foggy spot, blurring his face into someone else's. That voice urged him into giving in. And as much as he fought it, he wanted to give in. His hand grasped his groin, coaxing it into a full hardness. He swallowed, his mouth dry, the fingers, his, or not his any longer, teasing him through the denim of his pants. "N-no…" his own voice finally came out, a small whimper. "It's wrong…" He closed his eyes again, biting his lip painfully. He can't… he shouldn't… he… His breath hitched, a small sound escaping his mouth as he felt himself falling over the edge of this sinful act. Joseph opened his eyes again, his palm pressed hard against his groin. A wet spot slowly growing under his fingers.

[roadkillxd]

I know I haven't posted in a while and suddenly I'm posting a new (to this blog) fandom but... woe, Far Cry 5 smut be upon ye.

Jacob Seed x M!Deputy (Isaac) x Joseph Seed ��� 1031 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant top Jacob, cis male submissive switch Deputy, cis male dominant bottom Joseph, mention of John Seed x Deputy, mention of drugging, mention of suicide, dubious consent, pseudo-inc*st (only because Joseph's making it weird), Christian cults, unsafe sex, oral sex, rimming, claiming, anal fingering, and anal sex.

Joseph lay beneath him, hair loosened from its usual knot and spread out on the pillow like the facsimile of a halo. Isaac knelt above him, hands braced on either side of the Father’s head, nails digging into the bed sheets as Jacob’s thick weight pressed to his back, too wet mouth sucking and biting marks along his spine as the older Seed ground his denim clad cock against Isaac’s bare ass. 

Isaac thought, briefly, if someone had told him this would be the result of killing John Seed, he’d have eaten a bullet before he was given the chance to try, Hope County be damned. He barely remembers the words Joseph spoke to him as he came out of the bliss haze, knelt between the Father’s legs.

"You are so much like him, in more than just your sin,” Joseph speaks softly, petting through matted hair as Isaac rests his head against the Father's knee, "John was steeped in sin, and while I sought to save him, to bring him unto New Eden, as Jesus had vouched for the thief, perhaps this was God's plan all along. To have my brother return to me in a new vessel, to live through you after his death, with a soul, not free of sin, but with still the hope of cleansing it." 

Joseph's arm was reached down beneath Isaac, his thin bicep flexing with the movement of his arm. Isaac could feel his hard cock rubbing against Joseph's forearm, and though he couldn't see it, he knew he was smearing his precum across the tattooed visage of Joseph's dead wife. The thought made him whine pathetically just as Jacob, now kneeling further down the bed behind Isaac, licked a wet line across Isaac's hole, his large calloused hands squeezing the supple meat of his ass.

"Ssshh," Joseph cooed quietly, his free hand reaching up to cup Isaac's cheek, guiding him down into a chaste kiss, murmuring against his lips, "my sweet baby brother."

Isaac gasped, his cock pulsing, feeling like he could choke on nothing, feeling the vibrations of Jacob's rumbling laugh against his hole as the eldest Seed continued his oral assault, sloppy with spit but precise, almost practiced, in the movements. 

“Do you wish to penetrate me, Isaac?” Joseph murmured, lips soft against Isaac’s jawline. 

“Fuc–mngh,” Isaac groaned as Joseph bit down hard on the hinge of his jaw, just as Jacob pushed two thick fingers into his dripping hole, “anything—whatever you want, just—please.”

Isaac gasped at the lube wet hand that grasped his cock, moaning weakly at the realization Joseph had been fingering himself open this entire time, voice catching in his throat as Joseph led his cock downward, lifting his hips ever so slightly to tease the tip against his twitching heat. Isaac couldn’t help how his hips humped forward like a feral dog at the first sign of a wet hole to fuck, Jacob simultaneously brutalizing his prostate with the rough pads of his fingers. 

Joseph’s mouth fell open, baring his neck as he pressed his head back into the pillow. 

“Joseph—” Isaac moans, collapsing onto his elbows to mouth at the pale expanse of the man’s throat, his thrusts shallow and sharp, Joseph’s hand coming up to tangle in the younger’s hair.

“We’ve got you,” Jacob rumbles as his fingers slip free with a wet squelch, once again blanketing Isaac’s back with his weight, the rough shock of his voice making Isaac shudder, “gonna take good care of you.”

Jacob all but shoves his thick cock into Isaac, causing him to keen at the stretch, knocking him forward and pushing the length of his own prick deeper into Joseph. 

“That’s it,” Joseph breathes, voice steady even in this moment, his hand painfully tight in Isaac’s hair as their eyes meet, “you are perfect for us.”

Isaac whines, nodding as he presses sloppy, open mouthed kisses to Joseph’s lips, licking desperately into the other man’s mouth like a sick mutt as Jacob begins a steady pace, hips slapping loudly against Isaac’s ass.

Joseph turns his head away, teeth gritted to try and escape the mess of Isaac’s tongue. When Isaac tries to follow the movement, Joseph slaps him, gripping painfully tight at Isaac’s chin to glare at the younger. 

“Filthy,” he growls before locking eyes with his older brother over Isaac’s shoulder, “take him.”

Jacob grunts, wrapping one arm over Isaac’s torso to haul him back, his cock somehow reaching even deeper in this position. Jacob’s other hand grabs Isaac’s jaw, turning the younger’s head to meet him in a messy kiss, rumbling pleasantly when Isaac sucks on his tongue needily. 

“How does he feel?” Joseph asks, breathlessly, ever so gently rolling his hips down to meet the jostling thrusts of Jacob pumping into Isaac. 

“Fuck,” Jacob groans as Isaac clenches tight around him, giving a low chuckle when Joseph chides him for his language, “feels like heaven.”

“Blasphemous…” Joseph grumbles with narrowed eyes, earning a raspy laugh from Jacob that cuts off into a gravelly groan as Jacob suddenly goes from slow and deep to fast and shallow thrusts, pumping his hips like a jack rabbit. 

Isaac cries out, clawing at Jacob’s arms as his hips stutter forward and back, caught between pressing back onto the fat cock penetrating him, or pushing forward into the wet heat engulfing his own weeping prick. 

Isaac fumbles to wrap a hand around Joseph’s cock as his own orgasm draws close, but is stopped by a hand to his wrist, rosary beads digging into the jutting bone. 

“Take your own pleasure first,” Joseph murmurs.

Jacob rumbles against Isaac’s spine, nibbling at the lobe of his ear.

“I’m gonna fill you up, and then he’s gonna take his turn. Mark you from the inside,” Jacob rasps, “make you ours.”

“We’ll fill you with our essence,” Joseph whispers, grip firm on the nape of Isaac’s neck as he hauls him back down, foreheads pressed together, “as you did to John… as you let him do to you.”

Memories wash over him, and Isaac feels sick as his orgasm hits him like a wave, eyes rolling back as he pants into Joseph’s mouth.

[donat-senpai]

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

[werewolfrookie]

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

[chaos-smh]

Masterlist

a collection of my works! ♡

minors dni with flagged content.

The Mandalorian:

Dreams

Minors dni!🔞 paring/s: Din Djarin x gn! reader - no pronouns used, first-person content: Hand and fingers kink, very subtle allusion to sex, choking, dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk (?)

Far cry 5:

True Faith

paring/s: Seed!family x original child!character content: mentions of abuse, death and depression

Red dead redemption 2:

Closure

pairing/s: arthur morgan x reader (platonic!) content: mentions of death, grief, lots of angst, cuddly arthur! readers childhood best friend dies and arthur comforts them

Dutch Van Der Linde Headcanons

Minors dni! 🔞 pairing/s: dutch van der linde x fem!reader content: suggestive content, smut, dom!dutch, hand kink?, established relationship, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, fluff?, dirty talk

Baldur's Gate 3:

Messy Eater

Minors dni! 🔞 pairing/s: astarion x fem!reader content: smut, cunnilingus, light d/s dynamics, biting?, established relationship, oral sex, female orgasm

[elizabethquinne]

still nothing to write..But I hope this will get your blood pumpin' !!!

[honeyyhivee]

best friend!joseph joestar ⠀ྀི

⠀ྀི in which joseph joestar can change your mind every time ⠀ྀི

cw ⠀ྀི minors dni! black!fem reader in mind but read as you please, explicit smut with a little bit of plot, battle tendency!joseph joestar, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks!), dumbification, petnames (pretty girl, babe, my girl, pretty, doll), joseph's lowk a perv

word count & thoughts ⠀ྀི 701, lowercase intended, not proofread :(, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated ♡

“look at you! ya’ didn’t need to get all dolled up for me.” 

you laughed at your best friend, joseph's comment before rolling your eyes. “who said i was dolled up for you? it is one of the dresses you got me for my birthday though.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. his hands held onto your waist for a moment before he tried to sneak one hand towards your ass, quickly you let him go and grabbed his wrist.

“i got a date in like an hour, jojo. don’t be a perv.” you pouted a little while moving away from him. “a date? with who?”

“with my business, jo’. i was coming over because i wanted to talk to nana erina.”

he scoffed and folded his arms. “are you trying to get back at me for something because this isn’t a funny joke. she’s not here at the moment anyway.”

“then i have no reason to be here myself.” as you went towards the door, he followed and waved his hands. “pretty, pretty girl, don’t tell me you’re being serious.” you avoided eye contact with him as you nodded.

“hm, fine, if you think your ‘date’ can take better care of you than i can, go on.” he actually left you alone, walking towards the couch. with your hand on the doorknob, you began to hesitate. you knew that joseph was sitting there right now with a smirk on his face, if you stayed you’d prove him right yet you still opened the door only to close it right back.

things were messy between you and your best friend, they always had been, but this time was worse. this time, joseph was making sure that you could never even dream of getting with another man.

you gripped onto him as he roughly fucked himself into you. you were laid on your back, both of your legs resting on his shoulders with your eyes shut as he continuously hit that spot that made you squirm.

“all mine, babe. you’re all mine.” dumbly, you nodded and recited “all yours” back to him, which only made him grin wider. “keep those eyes open on me, pretty. you gotta know who you’re talking to.” he teased.

once you had your eyes open, he began to slow his pace down a bit, giving hard thrusts. your mouth stayed open with no sound, as your eyes threatened to roll back. “look at my girl. fuck-” he leaned down more, continuing to give you these deep strokes while sucking on your neck.

“more, please.” you whimpered, stuttering your words. “more? you want more?” he asked in a mocking tone but all you could do was nod in response. “why should i, hm? go ask your date for more.”

joseph was always so unbearably annoying at the worst times. you began to twitch around him, which gave him this signal that you were close.

he leaned back up before fixing your legs and holding them still. luckily for you, he was one moment closer to his release. he settled before speeding up his pace again, the sounds of your squelching getting louder as his dick pushed into you relentlessly.

“sorry, doll. ‘m gonna cum in you.” he groaned, remembering that the two of you had no protection at all. to his surprise, you replied back with a whiny “please, i need it.” he couldn’t hold back anymore while he pumped himself into you, you clenched tighter around him.

your moans grew louder, as your eyes rolled and your manicured fingers gripped onto the couch. your essence painted a white ring around his dick and simply seeing that pulled joseph into his peak, his cum finally releasing into you.

his hips stuttered against you before he got your legs from off of his shoulders and pulled out completely. his eyes widened looking at his seed spilling out of your hole while your legs were spread wide open.

you laid there trying to catch your breath only to feel a tongue lapping up your pussy, causing you to jump and nearly shut your legs. joseph caught them before they closed and looked up at you.

“can i finish?”

© honeyyhivee (2024)

don’t use or steal my work, thanks!

[paradlselost]

BOLD AND BRAVE

john seed x fem!deputy

smut warning. no explicit consent given. choking. hair pulling. biting. fingering. some oral (f receiving). p in v.

4.8k words.

Soft sounds echoed off the wooden walls of the secluded cabin, walls that had heard far too much, that would sooner be chopped to pieces and shoved through a chipper than be allowed to spill the secrets it held. John Seed was a holy man, and cleanliness was close to godliness, so he made sure never to leave things unkempt. Nothing ever had a trace of him, even his glasses back at the ranch were cleaned of fingerprints every night. Call it germophobia, call it paranoia, whatever plagued his thoughts when he was alone in the comfort of his pressed silk sheets didn’t seem to leave him now either.

Though more pressing matters seemed to be on at the forefront as he pressed her head down against the pillow, the small grunts that usually escaped his lips at this point didn’t bother trying, he was too busy in his mind. He shouldn’t be doing this, he knew that fornication wasn’t allowed, and as a Herald, he had to make an example for others, though that had never stopped him before. Now only contempt nipped at the back of his neck where unrequited love bites had been left. Sure, he could be upset at how Joseph wouldn’t be happy if he found out his little brother went against the cult rules, but that didn’t seem to be it either.

He stopped himself suddenly, not even bothering to let himself finish. It was a shocking act for even him. John Seed, silver tongue of the cult who always took what he wanted not even caring for his satisfaction? Well, it certainly seemed to shock the woman under him, who turned to look at him through her eyelashes.

“Why’d you stop?” Her voice called up to him, a whine in her tone that made his stomach churn. He looked at her with disgust in his sharp blue eyes, a look she had not been accustomed to from him. “What’s your problem?”

She sat up now, pulling a loose sheet over her exposed body as she tilted her head at him. She was a beauty, really, she was, but that didn’t seem to be enough for him tonight. Sure, John felt a little bad for how he constantly treated her, but her own beauty didn’t do it for him anymore. He needed something he felt he couldn’t outrightly take, he would seem far too pathetic if he chased after what he really wanted, so he settled for a shotty substitute.

“Did you cut your hair?”

She gave him a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow. Maybe it was a compliment? He noticed something other than the quickest way to rip her shirt off this time. “I did, do you like it?”

“How many times have I told you not to change the way you look, Holly?”

His words were sharp as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his jeans with a glare in her direction, it seemed neither of them would be able to finish tonight. She scrunched her nose up at his words. It wasn’t rare for him to be an asshole to her, in fact, it was becoming a much more common occurrence with the recent resistance pushback against the cult, but she still didn’t appreciate his tone.

“I don’t know why you’ve been so adamant about it lately. I wanted to try something new, what do you care?”

She scoffed as she stood up, letting the sheet fall off her body as she grabbed her shirt and underwear, pulling them on. John reached out and roughly grabbed her wrist, making her turn to look at him. He had never put a hand on her without them both being in the middle of John getting his rocks off in her bed or against her wall or vanity, and his sudden touch startled her.

Good, that’s what he wanted to see. The Pepper girl seemed to forget her place constantly, John was a Herald, she was just someone attractive he could see from time to time to release pent-up frustrations.

“You don't look like her anymore. Your hair frames your face differently now.”

Holly scoffed at him, pulling her wrist away from his reach. She never really cared about being more than a fling to him, she liked the distraction it gave her from the newfound loneliness she felt in this cottage and maybe sometimes she did wish he wouldn’t see someone else when he slept with her, that he wouldn’t moan someone else’s name when he fucked her, but she ultimately knew it would go nowhere with him. John Seed was a man obsessed with someone she couldn’t be.

“Who, the Deputy? Well, news flash, I’m not her.”

“I know you’re not, but it's not a crime for me to pretend, and you changing up your hair doesn’t fucking help the vision.”

“The vision.” She scoffed, crossing her arms at him. Her tone was one of mocking, like he was stupid for even dreaming she could fill the role of the one person he couldn’t have. No, because if it wasn’t her hair today then it would be her legs tomorrow, that they weren’t as toned as the Deputy’s, or that her eyes weren’t the right shade. It was constantly ‘Deputy this, Deputy that.’ But Holly Pepper wasn’t enough. “I think you should leave.”

“I’m gone.”

She didn’t have to convince him to rebutton his silk blue shirt or throw on his belt with the large ‘EG’ buckle on it. She didn’t need to persuade him to tie his boots and walk out her front door, into the cool Montana night, he simply left. Trekking down the dirt trail and getting into his car, he slammed the door shut and took off through the wooded back paths. He absolutely despised driving on anything other than the clearly marked main roads, especially when it was dark. He made special exceptions for the nights he went to visit Holly, but being that he didn’t finish, his anger was only elevated.

A truck passed, headlights shining into his windshield and honking as he swerved out of the way to avoid being hit, grumbling curses under his breath that he certainly would have to atone for later, but he would happily do it when he was back in the comfort of his warm, lavish ranch. The truck was the only other car on the road, and through his headlights, he could tell he was going the wrong way. Another curse, this time to himself, no way was he allowing himself to get lost in the middle of fucking nowhere redneck woods. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he pulled over to the nearest building he could find, a clinic. Silently, he hoped someone in there didn’t particularly hate him and would give him directions.

He pulled over with a huff, looking around his car for a map, and without seeing one, opened the door and got out, slamming it behind him. The evening air was cool, and unlike when he had left the Pepper residence, he was able to now take a breath and calm himself down. Though he doubted too many people were around at this time of night, he still wasn’t a fan of making a spectacle of himself when just trying to get directions. Gravel crunched underneath his boots as he made his way to the door, hand stopping just short of the handle as he heard a voice.

“I wouldn’t bother trying to get service right now.”

He didn’t need to turn to know who was speaking to him, he could feel the air still around him at the sound of her voice, the one person he hadn’t expected to see, not after he had falsely assumed he put the fear of god into her, not after he carved the sin out of her chest and forced her to display it for everyone who came across her. Her own personal scarlet letter, though this one being born of the crimson her blood was.

“Hello, Wrath. What are you doing here at this hour?”

He kept his tone friendly and light as he stepped over to the wall beside her, tilting his head down at her. She leaned against the brick, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips as she watched him. He put on a facade, his silver tongue making a comeback as he spoke to her, though he knew well that she wouldn’t fall for his words. The best he could hope for was for her to relax slightly, to let him speak without drawing a weapon, and, at the lack of Peggies surrounding their ever-so-holy leader, she seemed to do just that.

“Just saw Nick and Kim off. Despite you and your peggies constant terror, it seems some good finally came to the Rye household.”

“Ah, so Kim delivered fine then?”

“Mmhm.”

“I should send a present, something for the little tyke.”

“Yeah right.” He earned a little laugh from her, even if it was sarcastic, he couldn’t help the small smirk that etched onto his features at her voice. Yes, John Seed was a man obsessed with someone he couldn’t have. “Kim told me you tried to convince everyone the baby was actually yours and not Nick’s.”

“I was just having some fun, they shouldn’t have taken it so seriously. Besides, that was months ago.” He shook his head, leaning back against the wall beside her, his goal of going to ask for directions now gone as he was in her presence. Despite his nature, she consumed his every waking moment. Every thought of his belonged to her, every word he spoke had her name etched onto it. He was pathetic.

“I’m sure it just added to the list of things you’ve done to fuck with them.” The Deputy rolled her eyes, amber ash falling from the head of the cigarette and onto the ground below them. He liked watching her supple lips part to welcome the taste of nicotine into her mouth.

“I’m a Herald, Deputy, everything I do is for the good of others.”

“Mm, remember the time you told me you’ve never lied to me?”

“Yes? What about it?”

“There's a lie right there.”

He smirked slightly, watching her with his deep blue eyes, and shook his head. He couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered in his chest at this moment. There was no chase, no cat and mouse game, just the two of them standing underneath the moonlight, with no one but god as their witness. “Well, what if I believe it's true?”

“Then you’re a liar and you’re delusional.” She hummed, looking back at him. There was a silence for a moment as she offered him her cigarette, a certain intimacy in his lips touching the filter where hers had before. He felt like a schoolboy again, though this time without the threat of his parents looming over him.

The crickets chirped around them as they took turns with the cigarette, it seemed to be a peaceful night. After a moment or two, she let him have the last of what was left in the bud and stepped forward towards her truck. Curiously, he stamped the cigarette out and followed after her.

“Where are you going?” He asked, sounding almost pathetic, like a puppy kicked away from the door his owner was walking out of. He craved this normalcy with her more than he thought he would, though part of him yearned to get back to the cat-and-mouse games.

“The Spread Eagle, probably. Gonna chase down the nicotine high with some of Mary May’s whiskey.” She shrugged as she opened the door to her truck, moving her AR-C aside and disturbing the indents of where Boomer always slept during long rides through the county.

He watched her body as she bent over to move her gun from the seat, how her hips swayed slightly. He bit his bottom lip slightly, his blue eyes never leaving her figure. Part of him yearned for his life before he reunited with Joseph. Maybe he wasn’t truly happy then, and maybe the Deputy incited withdrawals from him that he thought he had gotten over years ago, but alcohol sounded great right now.

“You seem so quick to leave my company. You’re always like this, I open my arms to you, let you into my bunker, and offer you atonement, but you’re always itching to leave. Do I make you uncomfortable?” He tilted his head as she stood up, turning to face the Herald once more.

He didn’t bother hiding the fact he had been staring at her ass for the better half of a minute, nor did her care about subduing his tone that was increasingly growing more and more lustful as he stepped closer to her. He wanted to feel her under his touch, to smell the gunpowder and blood that lingered on her. This time, it would really be the Deputy, he wouldn’t have to pretend.

“Let me into your bunker? Last time I checked you had your Peggies shoot me with bliss bullets and strap me to a chair there. You don’t exactly have a warm and welcoming nature, Seed.” She replied, crossing her arms slightly. He knew she was quickly losing her patience with him when she referred to him only by his last name.

“I just want you to reach atonement, Deputy. I want you to be better, for yourself, for the father.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he stepped closer to her, so close he could lean into her ear to speak. She grimaced slightly at the mention of the Father - Joseph.

“You don’t need to call him that, he’s your brother. And you shouldn’t speak to me about atonement, who gave you those marks on the back of your neck?”

He blinked a few times at her words, reaching his hand back to feel the indents that had been left. He hissed softly, of course, Holly had left marks without his say-so. She seemed to enjoy doing what he told her not to. Not to change her appearance so he could imagine it was the woman in front of him he was fucking, not to leave marks that he would have to explain to his followers - or worse, his brothers. But did she listen? No.

“Not you.”

Now it was the Deputy’s turn to be confused, her eyes fluttering up to meet his dark blue ones. She cocked her head to the side slightly, just enough to really examine him. He seemed confident in his words, but of course it wasn’t her, what was he trying to get out of this? “Yeah, obviously? Are you feeling okay, Seed?”

Again with the last name, it was starting to get on his nerves. He wanted nothing more than to grab her at this moment, to press her against the peeling upholstery of the old truck she drove around, to make her scream his name for everyone to hear - for her to call him not by a shared surname, but by his name. And suddenly he understood Adam and Eve, with a snake tempting him so sweetly, he’d be a fool not to take a bite of the apple, wouldn’t he?

“Why can’t you just say Yes, Deputy? Why do you have to make this so difficult? Why do you have to make me stoop into the sin you so freely roll around in?” He cocked his head to the side slightly, taking a step closer to her. His leg slid between hers as she pressed herself back against the side of the seat.

But she didn’t tell him no this time, she didn’t shove him off or slap him. He heard the breath that caught in her throat, he saw the way her eyes fluttered between his and the skin of his chest exposed by the undone buttons of his silk shirt. Sloth, written over his chest, crossed out. How would the scarred skin feel under her touch? How would the ink of the countless tattoos on his body be complimented by the scratches she would leave on him?

“You don’t need the ego boost, the day I say yes to a monster like you is the day my dignity dies.” Oh the Deputy, always a fighter. He would help her with that, gladly, a burial inside the truck for only John and God himself to witness. A small smirk played on his face as his hands trailed over her hips, a ghost of a touch but enough to ignite a fire in her eyes.

He wouldn’t need her to say yes, she would be screaming it by the time he was done. He would drag orgasm and orgasm out of her till her atonement was spelled in the arousal that would coat the truck's upholstery. He would make a saint out of her yet, make the only words that fall from her lips holy and pure till they were alone. She would never have to worry about the bullets that grazed her skin or the wounds that marked her flesh, he would wash away her sins.

So many dirty thoughts from the Herald, but he couldn’t control himself now. His hands belonged to the devil as they trailed up from her hips, one caressing her neck - which he would make sure to have covered with as many marks as he could by the time he was done with her - and the other slipping beneath her shirt. He tilted his head down at her, smug yet coy as his fingertips brushed the wire band of her bra, yet another barrier between the two.

Her eyes weren’t on him, though. They studied elsewhere, fixed on the door to the clinic and the road. What would others say if they saw the two together? Sharky and Adelaide had to have been just joking when they said she should get with the youngest Seed brother - that it would save the resistance’s ass. She bit her inner cheek, doubting that that would be the truth. John Seed was a sadistic monster who reveled in other's pain and suffering, but something about his touch made her want to melt.

“There’s nothing but me to look at, Deputy. For right now, you’re mine.”

If John was a man obsessed with someone he couldn’t have, the Deputy was cut from the same cloth. She couldn’t have him, not really, even if she accepted his atonement, even if he cut the sin from her body - John Seed would always be obsessed with an idea of her, she was his greatest conquest because she never said yes to him, and if she stopped fighting he would lose interest.

But tonight, under nothing but the moonlight and the roof of her truck? Tonight, she could have him.

So she didn’t protest when he stepped into her more, when he pushed her back against the worn seat and kissed her neck with the fervor of a man starved. She said nothing because her breathing spoke for her, the way it picked up and became laced with soft whimpers as he grazed his teeth over an old scar. Yes, he relished in her pain, he couldn’t help but smile at her burning in the cleansing fire of his love.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck. He sat up over top of her, a small smirk playing on his face as he looked down at her. She looked so pathetic under him, her neck colored in flushed pink and dark red, a product of him. He trailed a hand down over the forming hickeys, pressing his fingertips against the sides of her neck. Not enough to choke her, but enough for her to part her pretty lips to breathe through her mouth.

The Herald reveled in the power he had over her, her life balancing in the palm of his hand. It would be far too easy to kill her now, to make up for the anger he felt every time a silo was blown up or an outpost was overtaken. How easy everything would be if she gave her life force over to him, cutting the head off the snake that was the resistance.

But it was far more fun to keep her alive, to toy with her like a cat would a mouse, to shed her of her shirt and unclasp her bra and run his tongue against her sensitive, budding nipple. To relish in the sounds of her soft whines that overtook her breathing, to feel her fingers tangle in his slicked-back raven hair.

“Fuck.”

An understatement, her words breathy and sweet, as if she was reciting a prayer meant only for his ears. His blue eyes fluttered to look up at her, enjoying the way she looked down at him, lust building on her features. She would atone for him, but not with her words.

He trailed down her body, lips catching on every old scar and bullet wound, every imperfection left on her beautiful body. She would be cleansed of all of these when he was done with her, she would be born anew with him right by her side. His fingers caught on the waistband of her jeans, dirtied with blood and grass stains on the knees, not proper attire for her baptism, so he shed those from her as well.

Left in only her underwear, shivering against the cold that seeped into the truck, she looked down at him with a frown, grazing over the silk of his blue shirt. He was overdressed, though he made no moves to match her. With his head in line with her pelvis, he grasped the fingers that worked on his buttons, giving her a pointed look which she matched with a soft whine.

“Deputy.”

“John - c'mon, it's not fair…”

“I’ll decide what's fair and what’s not. When I want it to come off, it will. For now, hands off.”

A sigh left her lips but she complied with him, letting go of the buttons he wore and instead focusing on him as he moved lower, as his fingers trailed over the growing wetness seeping through her underwear. She recoiled slightly, feeling the cold of his fingers through the warm fabric, and was met only by a soft tsk from John.

He watched her, studied every reaction as he slipped off the last remaining article of clothing that blocked him from getting a full view of her. She was something out of an oil painting, crafted by God specifically for him. How had he gotten so lucky that she was his rival? How had they both gotten to this point, surely from the tensions built every time he would kidnap her, when he would clean her chest with a sponge to prepare for the marking he hadn’t gotten around to doing quite yet.

Grazing over her folds, catching her clit in his grasp, he relished in the sounds that the truck filled with. Soft gasps giving way to needy moans as he gathered her slick and coated his fingers in it. His eyes hungry as he peered up at her through his eyelashes, tongue swiping over her once and then twice before spitting. Her fingers tangled in his hair harshly as he pushed a finger inside before it was quickly joined by a second, humming when greeted by how tight her walls were.

“Funny, I expected you to have more experience.” He grinned, his perfect snake in the garden, reaping what she had sown. John had earned every hitch of her breath, every noise that fell from her lips belonged to him. Patience is a virtue, after all.

“Kinda ha-h… hard to get some privacy when you’re the resista- fuck!”

He couldn’t help but smirk as she was interrupted by the curling of his fingers, brushing against a certain bundle of nerves as he stretched her out in preparation for his cock. He hummed in response, teasing her. How sweet it was to have the big bad Deputy be putty in his hands. John absolutely adored the fact that he was her only in a long time, it stroked his ego lovingly.

When he was satisfied with the moans that fell from her lips and how she could hardly focus on anything other than the sensations he was providing her, he pulled out. Chuckling at a needy moan she gave him at the feeling of emptiness, he licked the coating of her slick from his fingers, tsking and looking down at her.

“Patience, Deputy. Be a good girl.” Once his fingers were properly cleaned and the taste of her arousal was set on his tongue nicely, he unbuckled his pants and allowed them to pool at his ankles, his lips fluttering over her exposed neck while he worked on pulling his shirt off.

Perfect tattoos decorated his body like the ceiling of a temple, each one telling a different story. John Seed was a man who had his life mapped out on each limb, allowing for her to trace all of him, to know all of him. He pulled away from her neck, bullying his two fingers past her lips and having her suck on them, tasting herself.

He focused on the way she sucked, how soft moans escaped her, and how her eyes fluttered closed, content to have this soft moment. God, he wanted to ruin it for her. He did not pull away yet, not as he ran the head of his hardened cock over her folds, precum mingling with her own fluids. When he did pull his fingers away from her, he made sure she watched as he lubed himself up with her saliva.

He could’ve come at the sharp gasp elicited from her as he pushed inside, inch by inch till he bottomed out and she was left in a state of bliss. He groaned softly at how perfect she was, how her walls were practically made for him, dragging every noise from his lips. The Deputy never thought she’d see the day when John Seed was moaning for anyone - especially not her. She considered herself lucky that the Herald was coming undone simply by the feeling of her.

Though, her smugness faded as he began to move. Shallow thrusts at first that were quickly replaced by deep, rhythmic movements. His mouth latched onto her neck once more, his teeth dragging over her soft skin in an effort to leave his bite markings against her pretty flesh. Her nails drug against his back, sharp, stinging scrapes that complimented the dark ink of his tattoos well. He never let others mark him as she had, but she was special - he would be proud to show off what she left on him.

Her legs wrapped against his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper inside her. She was practically screaming in his ear, the truck shaking with his movements. Thrust after thrust, he abused her G-spot well, toes curling and legs trembling in his wake. She pistoned her hips up to meet his, arching her back and letting him latch onto her breasts now.

“You gonna cum f’me?” He groaned out, blue eyes focused on how she shook, how her walls clenched around him at his words. She was close, teetering on the edge, and he wasn’t far behind her. Her nods weren’t good enough, neither were the little noises she attempted to choke out between her moans. No, he wanted to hear her speak. “Use your words.”

“Yes! Fuck - yes please-” Manners and all, he grinned at her response. He had gotten her to say it, just as he knew he would. That allusive ‘yes’ he had been waiting far too long to hear. He really couldn’t help himself now as a tattooed hand moved from her hips to rub her swollen clit.

Thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier, if this was heaven the Deputy was more than happy to atone for it. Her legs spasmed slightly, walls clenching around him as white toyed at her eyes, orgasm crashing down against him. It didn’t take much longer for him to follow suit, his own cum mixing with hers, white beading at the base of his cock as he pressed himself inside her, having her take him all.

She whined softly, panting and looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. His breath was heavy, fingers running through her hair as they both caught their breath, inevitable guilt creeping up in the Deputy’s chest. John Seed was the enemy, he was a monster, and she had just let him fuck her into the best orgasm of her life. Stupid, stupid.

But John, he seemed far too proud of himself. He didn’t need her to say anything anymore, he didn’t need the taped confession for his older brother. No, now he had this, her atonement that coated his softening cock. He would always have this over her, how she screamed yes for him, and she seemed to realize that.

“You know - that ‘yes’ doesn’t count.”

“Oh? Should I make you say it again?”

[brainddeadd]

Giving Joseph Woll a blowjob and telling him to cum on your tits and clean it off with his tongue while he fucks you with #18 from the smut prompt list (“it’s so hot when you talk like that”)

warnings: smut, blowjob, cumming on tits, unprotected sex, p in v, lemme know if i've missed anything

Your hands gripped Joseph Woll's thighs tightly, your lips wrapped around his shaft as you eagerly suck him. Your eyes were locked on his, as you watched the intense pleasure play across his features.

"Cum for me, Jo," you whispered, "I want to feel your cum all over my tits."

Joseph moaned deeply and thrust into your mouth, his hips undulating in time with your movements. You could feel the tension in his body building, and it only served to spur you on further. You wanted to make him feel good, to give him the release he so desperately sought.

As Joseph's climax neared, you pulled back from his dick just enough to say, "Cum on my tits, Jo. Cum for me."

He took you up on the offer immediately, thrusting forward and filling your breasts with his seed. The sight of it glistening on your chest, the way his hips bucked against you, was breathtaking.

As the last drops of his climax spasmed from him, Joseph's eyes met yours, a mixture of gratitude and lust reflected in their depths. He held you there for a moment, still wrapped up in the aftershocks of pleasure before slowly pulling out of you.

You giggled slightly at the sight of him, breathing heavy but already starting to recover from his orgasm. A small grin tugged at your lips as he looked down at your breasts, his cum dripping down your breasts. You held his gaze, enjoying this moment between the two of you, both spent and content.

Finally, he laughed a little, shaking his head and kissing your forehead tenderly. "You might just be my undoing," he said with a fond smile.

"Only if you're ready for it," you teased back, gripping his cock with your hand and moving to hover over him. He groans at the sensitivity, hips bucking slightly as you begin to sink onto him.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you further down until you were fully seated on him. He let out a deep moan, eyes closing as he reveled in the sensation of your body enveloping him.

You leaned forward, bracing yourself against his chest as you began to move, each slow thrust bringing with it a pleasurable burn that only served to heighten the experience. His hands moved to your hips again, guiding you along as he matched your movements.

"That's it," he whispered conspiratorially, eyes locked on yours. "Take what you want from me."

Feeling bolder now, you began to move with renewed energy, the rhythm picking up into a frenzied dance that was brought forth by the increasing desire. His hands gripped tighter, and his breaths came out in short pants at his sesnsitivity.

“Come on Jo, baby, clean me up,” your voice is weak from the pleasure coursing through you, but he wastes no time in leaning forwards, dragging his tongue alone your chest, lapping at his cum that rested across your tits. He moans, his hips bucking when he feels your pussy clench around him at the sensation.

“Oh, fuck, I can't take much more of this,” he groans, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your stomach, spreading your ass cheeks apart. The cool air hits your damp skin and you shiver in anticipation, clenching around him again when he enters you from behind. He starts thrusting and you can hear the wet slapping sound that fills the room.

As he continues to pound into you, his hands grip your hips firmly, leaving a faint red mark that will later turn into a bruise. You whimper at the pain and it only spurs him on more. His thrusts become faster, harder. You can feel each pulse from his cock as it slams into your pussy.

“You like that?” he whispers in your ear, “You like being marked by me?”

“Yes,” you moan in response, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you again. You can feel the climax edging closer, the familiar tingling sensation taking over your entire being.

"Cum for me, Jo," you plead, "I want to feel it, I need to feel it."

In response, Jo thrusts even harder, his body tensing as he nears his release. Sweat drips down his forehead as he tries to hold off just a little bit longer. His eyes are locked onto yours, and you can see the sheer intensity of his desire as he fights against the impending orgasm.

Finally, he can't take it any longer. His hips buck wildly as he thrusts into you one final time before groaning loudly as he comes deep inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel yourself slipping closer and closer to your own climax.

As Jo slows his movements and collapses on top of you, still inside you, the aftershocks of his orgasm continue to wash over your body, pushing you over the edge and sending you spiraling into your own blissful release. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for everything he's worth as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your veins.

"Fuck, Jo," you gasp, your voice barely more than a whisper as you try to catch your breath amidst the euphoria that engulfs you. "That was... that was incredible."

Joseph moans softly in agreement, still buried deep within you as he kisses the back of your neck tenderly. The two of you lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter, hearts pounding in sync with one another.

Finally, he pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, pulling you close and spooning with him as he tries to regain his breath.

“Telling me to clean you up was a new one..” his voice breaks the sound of your pants, ““it’s so hot when you talk like that.”

You laugh softly, snuggling closer to him as you enjoy the warmth of his embrace. "It just felt right at the moment," you say honestly. "Plus, I know you love it when I talk dirty to you."

Joseph chuckles and pulls you even closer, nuzzling the back of your neck as he begins to drift off to sleep. The satisfaction of the night's events washes over you both, leaving a contented smile on your face as you also begin to drift off to sleep in your lover’s arms.

[deputyrook]

Writing Masterlist/Intro Post:

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Writing Masterlist, including emoji-key legend, below the cut:

🌶️ = Smut | 💖 = Fluff | 🖤 = Dead dove | ✨ = Short/Drabble

💕 = Gen romance | 🤍 = Plot heavy/focus | 💛 = Non-romantic

Dragon Age

Lucanis/Rook/Spite:

In Her Absence- A03- Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite 💕

Playing Cards - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️

Alliance of Three - A03 - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 18+ 🌶️💕🤍

Sleepwalking - Lucanis/Fem!Rook/Spite, 💖💕✨

Kitchen Nightmare- Lucanis/Fem!Rook, 💖💕✨

Other:

Mala Suledin Nadas - A03 - Elgar'nan/Fem!Rook, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Blindspots- A03 - Gen 💛

Viago learns about Illario/Rook - Drabble - ✨

Chocolate 💛✨

Video Games (Other)

Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader:

Cronos Parasite Engine - Dom!Marazhai/Fem!RT, 18+ 🌶️🖤

Far Cry 5:

If You Have Ghosts- Joseph Seed/Rook 💕

Seven Scars- Joseph Seed/Rook, Soulmate Au 💕

Film/TV

Nightcrawler (2014)- The Assistant - A03 - Lou Bloom/Reader, 18+ 🖤💕

[UNFINISHED/ABANDONED] Saw- Impressions - Mark Hoffman/Reader, 18+ 🤍💕🌶️

Original Fiction

[WIP] Pythium.exe - Interactive Fiction 🤍💕🖤✨

[jojoflowrr]

You’re such a tease.

Ceasar Zepelli.

>Reader: Female

>Smut 18+

"What are you doing out here, during this pouring rain hmm?" He stands at the front porch, your back turned away from him. "You're going to get sick."

You were soaked, the feeling of cold rain on your skin always calmed you down. recently, you had been feeling a sense of dissatisfaction considering your love life. As someone who always wanted to find "the one" you never had any luck.

"I just needed a breath of fresh air." You answered, clutching your shivering body with your arms. When you felt hands around your waist.

"Well come on, let's get you out of the rain. I know your cold." As he leads you inside, Ceasar takes off his jacket, wrapping it around your body. You speak, "Same old casanova." Holding your hand he guides you to your room.

"What can I say? I'm just a hopeless romantic." He smirks as his eyes travel along your shivering body. Your soaked clothing let him see all your curves, and black laced bra.

"You know, maybe we should have some fun while we're here." Caesar whispered into your ear, His hot breath warming up your cold body.

Biting your lip, "Joseph and Lisa Lisa are outside, they can walk in at any moment.."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your quiet."

Ceasar leans in, kissing you deeply he pushes you up against the wall. Trailing kisses down your neck and unbuttoning your shirt.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving your neck for him to explore. "You're not good for me Caesar.." You told him, as much as you needed the pleasure the aftermath would curse you.

"Oh but I am.."

Caesar shuts you up, his tongue follows your chest, as he gets closer to your stomach. Placing kisses on you while unbuttoning his pants. "You know you want me." Caesar picked you up and pulled you onto his bed.

Climbing on top of you, pulling down your pants and underwear. His fingers tracing your body. He nibbles and licks along your lower stomach. He caressed your body like no one had before.

Caesar could be with any girl he wants, shit, he already has girls lined up for him. You knew it wasn't a good idea to get with someone like him, but that only made you want him even more. You had always felt the tension.

Caesar smirks as he positions himself at your wet entrance. You bit your lip in anticipation. With each inch that slides inside of you, His face expresses pleasure. "You feel so good, doll." he pants, his hands gripping your sides.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts inside of you. Your lips touched his once again, as you moaned into his mouth. With a fierce grunt, Caesar thrusts harder into you. "You like it rough don't you doll?"

The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him drove his over the edge. As your moans got louder, he covered your mouth with his hand.

As you reach your climax, Caesar's thrusts become even harder and faster. His hips slam into you. "I'm gonna cum," He grunts as he pulls out and his seed falls onto your stomach.

Panting heavily, Caesar collapses against you, his hot breath on your skin. "That was fun, doll.." He whispers kissing your neck, before getting up, and putting his clothes back on.

Leaving you on the bed.

"You should clean up before anyone comes into your room or anything." He speaks up as he walked over to you and whispered into your ear. "Let me know if you're looking for another fun time." He smirked as he left your room. Leaving you behind to clean up after yourself.

As your body was still laying down on the bed, you knew it was just a one night stand, but you still decided to go for it. If only you didn't get so attached easily.

[kohvan]

Some NSFW pieces I made for @chizups

1st passage

…John buried his face in her chest, pressing his brow against the softness of her body, as if trying to dissolve himself in her embrace completely. He panted quietly, little puffs escaping his lips with every movement of her hand. Her fingers, wrapped around his shaft, worked almost effortlessly. Her touch was unlike anything he ever had before. It was full of… something. Care, perhaps? He couldn't think about it. Not now, not when it felt so good. Not when he had his moment of escape. "Shh, sweetie…" she whispered in his hair. "You're doing great…" Her words made him let out a small whimper. Almost a hiccuped cry of a lost child he felt himself right now. She kept her steady pace, her voice soozing like a lullaby, her warmth creeping into his own flesh and bones…

2nd passage

…As she moved her hips, sitting on top of him, their bodies pressed in a hug, she couldn't help but mewl his name over and over again. "Jacob… Jacob!.." She tightened her hug on his neck, almost burying her nose in his temple, lost in this haze of lust, or love even. She knew she should be quiet, but Lord, she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her lips found his ear once again as she let out a small, trembling whimper. Begging him to silence her. His hands grabbed her hips, steadying her, slowing her down. She was equally thankful for that and annoyed by that, yearning for more. "It's okay…" his voice, a low tremble that made her shudder, filled her head. "I've got you."

3rd passage

"...I know… I know…" his voice, more like a Devil's whisper, filled her ears. Poisoning. Consuming. The chapel behind the church was dark and smelled like dust and Bliss. Her forehead was pressed against a big cross painted in blood on the wooden wall. Her skirt shoved up and aside. Every time his hips hit hers, she let out a sound: a mix of a moan, a cry, and a prayer. "Don't stop…" Joseph commanded, calm as always, even when he kept pushing himself into her again and again. "Forgive me…" she started only to trip over another moan. "Father…" her voice got high-pitched. She gulped the dusty air in, trying to keep it quiet. "…f-for I have sinned…" she managed to spill, almost hoarse from all of the emotions.

[wildgirllz]

I have request

Your the only person who I’ve seen write about Joseph Gordon Levitt so I was wondering if you could make a smut about one of his characters Branden Frye from Brick,

Could you possibly make it Rough and he’s dominant but like still praises the reader a bit. The plot could be anything you want or whatever.

Thank you!

Tysm for the request!! I love this 💕

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise, rough sex, (branden uses you after having a rough day)

Branden walks into the house, his footsteps creating a slight rumble. You hear him approaching your shared room, and he opens the door. His face is stoic, and he seems concerned.

“Branden? What’s wrong” you sit up onto your knees, perched towards the edge of the bed.

“Nothing, I just.. need you right now.” He was always more monotone, serious, but he seemed vulnerable.

“Yeah of course. What do you need from me?”

“Can I, uh, can I use you?”

“Oh, well, yes. Go ahead baby, I just want you to feel better.” His statement made you a bit baffled, but his idea made your brain fuzzy.

“I just don’t want to hurt you. Tell me to stop and I will, immediately.”

After verbally agreeing to what you were about to do, he undressed, and so did you. He layes himself onto the bed, and plopped you down into his lap, putting you in a cowgirl position.

“Ready?”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

As he enters you in one swift thrust, you want to collapse onto his chest, but contain yourself.

This is for his pleasure, isn’t it?

He grips your hips with a bruising force, and begins slamming into your warmth. His head rolls back and he groans at the feeling of your body engulfing his cock.

“So tight baby, such a good fucking girl huh?”

His praise makes your walls clench, making both of you let out long moans.

“God baby, keep doing that”

He always has a way of making you unbelievably flustered, and well, he was exceeding your expectations now.

After almost 20 minutes, he continued to contain yourself.

You questioned whether this was still for his pleasure, because he has made you finish 5 times already.

Your body was worn out, tired, and overstimulated.

“Can you give me one more, baby?”

You were so far gone, body just focusing on the pleasure it’s receiving.

He continues to praise you body, with remarks like, “God your hips are so fucking amazing, and your legs baby, just so perfect”

As he brings you to the edge one more time, he lets out a shaky,

“Im cumming, god I’m gonna cum inside’a you”

Your legs tremble as you finish, and you can feel his hot seed fill you up. You collapse onto his chest and he holds you right to his body.

“Such a good job. Always so good for me.”

You never want to let go.

[dantegreaves00]

And Hell Followed - A Far Cry 5 x FtM Reader series Part Six

Deputy Y/N Jackson is in the middle of a Holy War in Hope County Montana. Originally sent to arrest Joseph Seed he ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance, but the deputy has a secret. A secret that only Whitehorse knows. When his younger brother and sister show up one day out of the blue, Y/N finds out that his own personal hell has found him. Now with the help of the very people he was supposed to stop can he save his family and himself?

I know this summary sucks.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this slow burn series

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of past child abuse

Mentions of past child SA

Mentions of SA

Stalking

Guns

Drugs

Religion bashing (the Deputy has religious trauma)

Religious trauma

Transphobia

Homophobia

Angst

Tag list

@gamergirl-06 @capriskunk @transpanda07

This part eludes to sex but I suck at writing smut so yeah maybe in a future part.

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After a few hours, me and Jacob were able to come up with a plan to keep my younger siblings safe, but in order for the plan to work I'd have to talk to Eli and get him on my side.

"Oh and Deputy" Jacob called out to me as I was about to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Go see John later, you two need to talk"

"About what?" I dumbly asked.

"About what happened between you, to be completely honest with you, when I walked in the other night and caught you two about to kiss, I was planning on shooting you right there and then, but I noticed the way John looked at you" he paused for a moment before continuing "I can tell he likes you, he... I just hope you don't hurt him that's all"

"So you're giving me your blessing to be with your little brother?" I asked him leaning against his office door.

"When you put it like that, I guess I am" he said walking towards me "just... do you like him?"

That took me by surprise.

Do I like him?

I hadn't had much time to really think about it, but the more I did the more I realised that yes I did like John. I'd go as far as say I even loved him.

Jacob was looking at me waiting for an answer, his had flexing by his side.

"Guess you could say that, yeah I do like him" I told him with a smile.

"Tell him then, he's been through a lot" he said as he moved me to the side to open the door.

After saying goodbye I left the Veteran's center and headed off towards the Wolf's Den.

••Timeskip••

I finally made my way into the Wolf's den. Eli was sat by the security cameras that were looking over the Whitetail mountains.

"Deputy, good to see you again kid" Eil said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Eli I need to talk to you about something, and it needs to be in private" I told him as I placed my radio on the workbench.

After getting another Whitetail to watch the cameras, Eli led me to one of the rooms at the back of the bunker before he closed the door.

"So what did you want to talk about kid?" Eli asked me as he sat down next to me on one of the beds.

"My father is out of prison and now my family is in danger" I told him before taking a deep breath "I've already spoken to Jacob, he's agreed to help me keep them safe but I need your help as well"

"And you trust Jacob Seed, kid I know your scared but you know what he's capable of"

"Of course I know Eli, you think I haven't thought this through, I know the risks involved but I don't know man" I said before breaking down crying, all of the stress finally catching up to me.

Eli awkwardly pulled me into a side hug and let me cry into his shoulder.

"Come on kid talk to me, tell me what's going on"

"I kissed John Seed earlier today, it just happened and now I don't know, I hate the Cult and everything they stand for with a passion, I know what John's done to people but..."

"But you can't help who you fall in love with I know kid" Eli said cutting me off.

"Yeah" I said broken.

We sat in silence for a while before my teas finally stopped flowing. We just sat there.

"Dep, I know what the others are going to say, but I just want you to know that I'm on your side, no matter what, so anything you need me to do I'll do it" he said before he pulled out his radio.

"Jacob Seed, it's Eli Palmer, Dep has just told me everything so let's talk"

"I wasn't expecting you to be on board with this Palmer"

"Yeah, well I am so how about a meeting, you and your family, me and a few Whitetails and Sheriff Whitehorse and Deputy tomorrow at 5pm"

There was a moment of silence before Jacob replied.

"Tomorrow at 5pm"

••Timeskip••

After making sure Elijah and Ava were safe with Nick and Kim, I made my way over to John's.

When he opened the door, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him down for a kiss, his shock wore off and he began kissing me back, strong tattooed arms drew me closer to his body before he started to walk us into his ranch...

••Timeskip after sexy times••

We were laying in his bed, my head against his chest and my fingers tracing the sloth scar. John was drawing random shapes on my back as he looked down at me smiling.

"We are going to hafta talk about this thing between us Dep" he said breaking the silence.

"Y/N"

"What?"

"My name is Y/N"

"Y/N, it suits ya"

"Thanks Cher my mom helped me pick it"

[seedofjoseph]

cain's sacrifice

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Joseph Seed x M!Reader

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 750

@necrodancing666: Would you be willing to do a Joseph Seed with a trans male reader (who hasn't had any bottom surgery) who's the deputy's brother but kind of willingly joins the cult and maybe smut

"Be not afraid, son," his voice echoed in the empty church as he extended his invitation. "Come," he extended his arms. "Join me in prayer."

Incoherent, irrational, and inconsolable are not words you'd speak in the same sentence as Joseph Seed. Even so, between the fire and the brimstone, the swearing and the sobbing, he embodied all three in his siblings' eulogies.

And, even now, with his heavenly eyes dried and his warm voice steady, you struggle to see him as any of these. Even if he summoned you back to where it all began with the promise that it's all coming to an end.

"The end is here," the Father cups your cheeks from the other side of the pulpit. You seek comfort by sinking your head lower and diving nose first into the palm of his hands. "And so are we," he traces the bones underneath with his thumbs. "You, me," his words trail off and so do his fingers before they find your lower lip and pull at it until it's parted with the upper. "And your brother."

There was a new sheriff's deputy in Hope County and you had been the one to bring him here. Before you had reached out to him, you were the estranged brother. And, by the time he answered, you were one of Joseph's children.

You had a new name, a new family, and a renewed purpose. And you wanted all of that for your brother, too, but God had other plans for him.

Joseph Seed sought you out personally, separating you from your brothers and sisters, and keeping you safe at his side. It was through him that you reconnected with yourself, God, and your brother. And it was through him that you found your way to Eden.

At the end, in his compound, in his church, you can only join your hands together in prayer that your brother does the same.

"God is merciful," the Father proceeds, leaning over the pulpit and thrusting a thumb into your mouth. "He extends an olive branch," he swallows when you suck him in whole. "But it remains to be seen if your brother will accept His gift," he snatches you by the scruff of your neck and your chest slams against the solid surface before you. "Or cast it aside," he shoves another finger inside, holding your head still as he slides both of them back and forth on your tongue.

Discomfort, disorientation, and degradation. You warmly welcome all three, same as you readily receive another of his fingers, same as you suffer the stretch of the seams of your mouth.

Because you do not spit in the face of God - you swallow his gifts wholly.

"Come, son," he pulls his fingers away from your lips and your body around the corner of the pulpit. "Join me in prayer," he cleans your chin of spit, lapping it up with his tongue. Then, he turns you around and traps your body between the cold wooden surface and his hot hardened chest.

"Father," you find your voice, despite your drowning in your drool. Despite your chest being strained by the two hard surfaces it's crushed against. "Pray for him," you join your hands together when your arms are bracketed between his biceps. "Pray for my brother."

"My son," he blows hot, moist air at the back of your head. "I pray he welcomes God's gift," he scrapes his beard against the sweat across the surface. "I pray he will welcome my Word inside his heart," he smothers himself against your spine. "As you will welcome me inside your body."

Sweat, slick, and spit. You welcome all of them between your thighs as he bares them, pulling down your jeans and preparing you to receive him. And you are already soaking when his hand probes you, itself already wet from your welcoming mouth.

"T-thank you, Father," you moan, pushing back against his pelvis when he pulls you into it. "I pray he hears your word," you grind against his groin, groaning. "T-that he sees the light."

"I myself have been blind, my son," the Father unfastens his belt while his other set of fingers pulls apart your other pair of lips. "But now I see," he clenches his teeth and hisses once he sets himself free. "He took my family away from me," he spits on his shaft, splattering the access all over the surface of your soft ass. "So that I could have his," he whispers his words over the sound of skin slapping against skin.