thank you so much for requesting, this was a lot of fun to write!! and I hope it was the right prompt bc the numbers show up differently depending on if I’m on mobile or desktop ;alsdk’a. so I went with “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” ❤️❤️❤️
John Seed / Female Deputy
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There are a lot of benefits to sleeping with John Seed. The fully stocked kitchen is one of them, the water pressure in his ridiculously elaborate shower is another. And those things alone would be enough just to keep Rook coming back, again and again, but then there’s also, somehow, John himself. Deep down, past the prickly exterior and the religious fanaticism, is a man she actually enjoys spending time with.
As it turns out, after their first, somewhat awful, meeting they actually got along pretty well.
Eventually, one night, before Rook could talk herself into leaving, she’d kissed him instead. It all felt a lot like an inevitable conclusion to everything they’d been building up to. Especially when the night ended with John between her legs, making her reconsider her stance on God.
Being with John is great, it’s fantastic, it’s a little frustrating that after months of this he never wants to talk about what their relationship might actually be.
“I’m just saying, penguins, you know?”
John pauses as he’s crouched on the floor beside the bed, pulling Rook’s jeans off of her. “What?”
“They mate for life.”
“Is that true?” he asks, getting her jeans the rest of the way off and discarding them somewhere behind him on the floor.
Rook sits up just enough to get out of her bra— her shirt already left somewhere between the staircase and the bedroom. “I think so,” she says, less sure now than she’d been a few moments ago. “I think I read that somewhere.” It definitely doesn’t feel like something she made up, but things have been weird since moving to Hope County, so she’s not entirely sure. “But isn’t it interesting? It really makes you think about things, doesn’t it?”
“The thing you aren’t sure is real?” John frowns, shifting to get a better position between her legs before he ducks down to swipe his tongue over her clit.
Rook gasps, twisting the sheets in her hands and pulling one of her legs up to dig her heel into the mattress. “Yeah,” she says, though it comes out a lot more breathy than she intends. She really wants to be subtle about this, maybe ease John into the idea of talking about what they are to each other instead of leaving her to guess for months on end. “They find their perfect match and then they just stay together, forever. Like they’re married.”
John places one hand on her thigh and sits back on his heels. “Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
“I just think it’s interesting.”
“Okay,” John says, voice heavy with confusion. “It’s— okay, penguins.” He stands, having given up with his first plan and instead strips out of his own clothes without any of his usual care or affected finesse, which at least is a nice change from their normal routine. There’s a look in his eyes that’s half amused, half fond in a way that makes Rook all warm and fuzzy inside, like he’s just happy to be there with her.
It’s exactly what she wants and what neither of them have ever bothered to talk about.
“I’ve got more facts,” Rook says, grabbing for John to pull him in for a kiss. “I know all about birds and… other animals.” That’s a lie; the penguin thing was already stretching the limits of her knowledge in that area, but at least she thinks John is already aware of that. She hooks one leg over his hips and lets her eyes slip closed at the first press of his cock to her entrance as he lines himself up. “I am a well of all knowledge.”
“Rook,” John says, pushing in slow, and letting her adjust to the hard drag of him against her walls. “Is this really the time for that? Really?”
“Just thought I’d share some information with you, for being such a great friend.”
“A great friend?” John presses her leg up, nearly bending Rook in half so he can hit a deeper angle. “You’ve been riding my dick for months.”
Rook pats him on the shoulder. “A good pal.”
“You’ve practically moved into my house.”
“My favorite buddy,” she says, reaching down to rub at her clit as John sets a hard pace, making her breath catch and her muscles shake. She’d squirm if she had the leverage to do so, but all she can do is hold on while John hits that perfect spot inside of her.
“Rook, we’re more than friends and you fucking know it.” John kisses her again, more biting and rough, taking her apart with each rock of his hips. His fingers are pressed into the meat of her thigh, hard enough to leave bruises later and Rook loves it.
She looks at John’s face, at the sweat running down his temple, then at his eyes. “Do I know it?”
“Yeah,” John says, “yes, we live together—”
“Your house is kinda big, maybe you were getting lonely.”
“You’ve met my family—”
“Technically, I had no choice in that.”
“We’re having sex right now.” John snaps his hips forward for emphasis, like he thinks Rook might have forgotten about the cock inside of her.
“Friends do this, too.”
“I love you.”
“Platonically?”
“Rook.”
“Okay,” Rook says, gripping the back of John’s neck and pulling him down into a kiss. “I love you too, you know.” She really does, which is a little scary to think about. “But maybe next time we should have this conversation sooner? I was starting to think you weren’t that interested.”
John’s mouth opens like he’s going to argue, but then he just shakes his head with a sigh. “I really hope we don’t have this conversation again,” he mutters, adjusting his angle to fuck her harder.
The faster pace makes Rook moan, working her own fingers harder and clenching down around John. They really should talk more, but for the moment she’s too distracted to string a full sentence together as all of her focus is between her legs and the feeling of John inside of her. The stretch of his cock has her squirming with each snap of his hips, scrambling for purchase and desperate to hold on.
She’s wet and needy, and without them talking the only sounds in the room are the obscene noises as John fucks her, punctuated by her own soft gasps.
“Come on,” John says, starting to lose whatever rhythm he had, getting more single-minded with each moment. He bats Rook’s hand away from her clit, replacing it with his own and that’s it. That’s all it takes.
Rook comes with a cry, rocking her hips down like she can take John in deeper. All of her muscles tense as she shakes through her orgasm, her back arching as he continues to fuck her through it, ringing out every last wave of her pleasure. It makes her breath hitch, mouth dropping open like that will help her suck in more air while she’s coming apart.
She barely even notices when John stutters to a stop, his whole body going still and he pressing in close as he comes.
Rook counts the seconds, waiting for an acceptable moment to speak again. “I guess you really do like me, huh.”
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Rook’s heart pounds violently against her chest, causing her still healing ribs to ache even more. She cant take her eyes away from the door of the cabin. He said he would be back and she believes him, but still she can’t stop the panic rising within her.
She hated this, all of it. The separation anxiety she was now feeling, the calmness she felt when he was nearby, and most of all the way she craved his touch.
Not much more than a week earlier she absolutely loathed Jacob Seed. She wanted nothing more but to see him dead for the crimes he committed against Hope County and its people.
Now? Now she relied on him, she needed him. She wanted him.
It started with her running into him and a hunting party in high up in the Whitetails. The deputy had been able to ditch the rest of his party, but it was harder slip Jacob. The poor weather didn’t help either as the small snow flurry falling upon the mountains began to grow in to a full on blizzard.
Jacob had caught her off guard, causing her to slip on some ice and to fall off a small cliff, breaking her leg and cracking at least two of her ribs.
To her surprise the mountain man didn’t just kill her. Instead he dragged her to this nearby cabin, where he has been caring for her for the past several days.
The storm left them snowed in for almost a week, surviving on the small amount of canned food they found. Now that the weather had finally died down, Jacob had decided to do a small reconnaissance and see if they could get back to to the greater part of Hope county or at the very least find some fresh meat.
As much as Rook wanted pain meds and to eat something other than spam, she couldn’t help but resent the storms end.
Of course she was scared for what Jacob would do to her once back in the influence of his family and the Project. But more than that she was going to miss this time she had with just him.
That thought made her curse at herself and wonder, not for the first time, if she had a concussion on top of everything else.
It was true though. She would miss him, she enjoyed this past week with him. The tender way he would touch her when he checked on her injuries or the warmth of his body when he lied next to her in the single small bed. She loved the way he would sing to her when he thought she had fallen asleep and the way his fingers would absently play with her hair matching the tune of his songs.
Nothing physical had happened between them, and yet the time they’ve shared felt so much more intimate than that.
These new developing feelings for the Herald terrified yes, but this new view of Jacob also saddened her. She had spent many a night fantasizing about the man he could have been, and without fail the thoughts would bring tears to her eyes.
Rook begins to calm as she hears his familiar foot stomps outside the cabin. She holds her breath as the doorknob begins to turn, awaiting the news of what he found and what happens next between them.
12. Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?
I find that I like writing John and Hudson! They’re the easiest to write for me, to be honest? A lot of the dialogue I’ve written for them just… comes naturally to me.
13. Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?
Not that I’ve done it yet but… Joseph. It’s so hard to get into his head that I never know how to start
15. If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?
Fantasy Name Generators! I just pick what sounds best and I mix and match whatever the generator gives me. Middle names though, I go through baby naming sites and pick what flows best with the first name I’ve chosen
thank u!! idk which otp u wanted me to do this for so i’ll just go with johnseb
11. Who is louder in bed?
seb. he’s a bottom
12. Who knocks on the other’s door crying at 4am?
i. i don’t know. they’re both capable of crying so i suppose it depends on the situation?
13. Who takes longer getting ready?
john does. seb pulls a shirt on and he’s ready to go whereas john has a 32-step skincare routine that he has to follow before he even thinks of getting dressed
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