An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Male Deputy/John Seed, Male Deputy/Jacob Seed, Male Deputy/Joseph Seed, Male Deputy/Seed Brothers
Characters: Male Deputy (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, John Seed, Joseph Seed
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Eden's Gate Cult, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Face-Sitting, Riding, Overstimulation
Series: Part 3 of Properties of Life, Part 17 of Kinktober 2018
Summary:
“Hey,” he murmurs softly. “Whatever it is, whatever you want...you guys gotta tell me. We agreed, remember? You have to ask for what you want.”
“We want to fuck you,” Jacob says bluntly, always blunt, and Rook blinks owlishly across the table at him.
Okay but imagine everyone trying to tell alpha!dep that he’s being aggressively pursued by the local they’re-probably-crazy omega!seed family, and he’s just brushing it off like nah I don’t believe you
SO! I wrote this. And it got....long. Like over 5k long. Because Rook is an idiot and I wanted to showcase just how fucking dumb this moron can be. So it is going to be posted to ao3 as soon as my lovely beta (which sounds awful in this context btw) gets done making sure I still have a good grasp on the English language and grammar rules.
So thank you for this prompt, nonners, I clearly adored it. And I will post the ao3 link as soon as it’s up <3
Jacob and John sending each other videos, pics and recordings they took of the deputy whilst having sex with them behind josephs back. Who lets be real probably knows but likes to be a nice brother and is waiting for them to share.
Oh Joseph 100% knows. I’m fully convinced not a damn thing goes on in Hope County that he doesn’t know about. Omnipresent, nosy little shit that he is.
I can see this starting as Jacob being kinda shitty with John, tbh. Like he’s got Rook on his knees and they’re having some fun, fucking around because Rook’s good at more than just being a wave of destruction and also he doesn’t flinch when Jacob takes his shirt off and he gets a good look at his body and that’s, like, triple points in Jacob’s book. And Rook’s phone is buzzing so hard it almost tips off the desk and Jacob grabs it because annoying only to see like 4 missed calls and about 8 texts from John in varying degrees of “where ARE you? Don’t ignore me, I fucking hate that, Pay. Attention. To me!”
So he just angles the camera down, snaps a picture--the sound of which makes Rook huff at him and scowl but he doesn’t pull off Jacob’s cock so that’s permission enough, he supposes--and sends it off with a little message of “he’s fucking busy, he’ll call you back.”
I’m pretty sure everyone who’s met John Seed is aware of how well he’ll take that.
So he sends one back. When Rook’s underneath him and John’s sitting pretty on his lap, holding the phone at the perfect angle to catch the way Rook’s head is tipped back to show off his throat--absolutely covered in bite marks and hickies because John is a possessive little fucker--and how his fingers are white-knuckled around John’s knees and they’re tangled together in John’s big bed which is what Rook deserves and not the cold floor of an office, Jacob, what the fuck?
And it just descends from there, really, because the Seed boys have no concept of limits. Jacob’s trying to plan out raids on the Whitetails when he gets a video of Rook pinning John to the wall with his thrusts, camera held over his shoulder so Jacob can see John’s smarmy looking grin as Rook enthusiastically says yes over and over and over. John opening his texts expecting an update on what they still need for supplies only to see the curve of Rook’s back and Jacob’s hand fisted in his hair, shoving his head down into the pillow as he whines and moans for more with the obscene slick sounds of Jacob giving him just that in the background.
John would, inevitably, be the one to fuck it up. To open the contact list with shaky fingers while he’s sitting on Rook’s face and shaking apart under his tongue because Rook’s good at sinning with his body but he’s a fucking beast when he’s sinning with his mouth. And Joseph is right under Jacob so his finger slips, sweat slick on the touchscreen, sending the picture off--”If you put his head between your thighs, he’ll do basically whatever you want him to.”--and lets the phone drop to the bed because he’s got other priorities at the moment.
They’re barely post-coital when Joseph shows up, John having ignored the frantic buzzing of Rook’s phone--probably just Jacob telling him to stop being greedy and let him leave the Holland Valley or he’ll come get him himself--in lieu of laying across Rook like he’s a personal body pillow. And Jacob’s behind Joseph in the doorway, looking a little like a kid who accidentally broke their toy, as Joseph calmly orders John out so he can talk to Rook.
And they both go, sitting downstairs and not talking to each other, each silently blaming the other and themselves for this because damnit, they know better. They know to be careful. Jacob mutters one gritted “I tried to warn you. Check the fucking phone next time.” They both figure this is it, for Rook at least, because Joseph’s pretty firm on his “Lust is a sin” bullshit and the Herald’s might have more leeway but they’re still held to those standards.
Except their phones go off at nearly the same time and they share a slack jawed stare at the picture Joseph sent from Rook’s cell, the picture of his nose pressed tight to the sin carved between Joseph’s hips, mouth a slick and swollen seal around Joseph’s cock, and his eyes flickered up and glittering with wickedness.
