#john seed/reader

[ficsiwanttoreadyesterday]

I just can't today. I genuinely cannot understand girls or women who think it's okay to bully male cosplayers. And all because they're cosplaying from books. When I asked one of them why, it's because apparently men aren't allowed to as it's a predominantly female space. I'm sorry but when the fuck did reading become a female only thing. It's like saying girls can't cosplay as their favourite anime character or their favourite video game character because it's from predominantly male spaces. I'm sorry, but please explain to me how that doesn't just make you a bully.

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap]

Whenever I read a fic that's like "he/she was bent over the table" this is all I have in my head

(it's weaver)

[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?”

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 5

NEVER TRY TO TAKE WHAT'S HIS: John Seed x fem!reader

Summary: After the Deputy attacks John's Ranch, John has to deal with the consequences...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I'm back in my Far Cry 5 obsession era! Damn, I forgot how much I loved this game!

Warnings: mentioned and/or referenced torture and/or death, heavy religious references (come on, it's the Seed family), swearing, reader isn't the Deputy

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"John?" her voice was full of fear as she said his name out loud, as if she wasn't sure that he was the person who would step inside their shared bedroom.

The moment she saw his figure in the doorway, she put her revolver aside. The revolver he had given her. And he was thankful that he had done that.

The walk from his truck to the house was long - it felt too long. Seeing all those bodies, the dead bodies of his men, made his throat feel tight and the fear he thought he'd long forgotten ran down his spine. If his men, those soldiers are dead, then what happened to her?

Yet she was okay. Thank God she was okay, otherwise John would've punched a hole in the wall, then tear the skin off of anyone, who had failed to protect her. This way - this way only those will suffer who made the foolish decision to attack his home and his lover.

She was sitting on their shared bed with an injured leg. A leg she tried to take care of. She pulled the dark blue bedsheets aside and put a towel under her right thigh as she worked. She was seemingly already through the hard part - she already pulled the bullet out.

"John, I'm so sorry!" she continued, her voice full of worry. "I'm so sorry, they took the plane!"

John walked toward her slowly and for a moment she thought he was angry at her - angry because she let it happen. Yet when he was standing right in front of her he fell onto his knees and reached up to touch her cheeks.

"I don't care about the damn plane." he stated as his thumb brushed along a small cut under her right eye. "Are you okay?"

She smiled down at him as her hands wrapped around his wrists gently. She could feel the wrath he was really feeling in the way he touched her and in the way he reacted to her touch. She knew he was angry, but not at her. No, he could never hurt her. He was angry at the Resistance. He was angry that they hurt her.

"I am, now that you're here."

John leaned toward her, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. She could feel it - she could feel how glad he was that she was okay and safe. John was a great kisser, he was the best she's ever had and he knew it. He knew how to kiss her to make her feel loved and wanted. Right then he made sure she felt his passion, his devotion what was dedicated to her. The kiss became rough and she whimpered when he gently bit her lower lip.

John pulled away, but he still kept her face between his hands. He stroked her cheeks, his blue eyes never leaving hers.

One of his hands left her face to gently touch the wound on her thigh. She hissed in pain and John's eyes darkened.

"Who did this, sweetheart?" his voice was borderline angry and frustrated, yet he kept his cool for her.

"The Deputy got me when I went out to see what was all that noise." she explained. "He got me from pretty far away. I didn't even realize he was there."

"Joseph wants me to baptise him. My brother wants me to make him confess, he said he has to reach atonement." John's hands were on her waist, holding onto her tightly. She was wearing his shirt. She loved him so much and they almost took her from him. "But after today? He'll never be clean. He's so full of sin, there isn't enough skin on his body to carve each and every one into him." his fingers then started to draw circles around her wound. "After today, my men will find him and I'll make sure he'll feel the suffering he caused here with his actions."

She touched his face, then started to stroke his hair. She continued until she felt him relax and the wrath disappear.

"I love you, John."

John smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her wrist. "I love you too, sweetheart. But I have to take care of this for you now." he said, referring to the wound. "It's never my intention to hurt you, but this..."

"I know. I know it'll hurt." she smiled down at him sadly. "But it's not you fault."

Cleaning the wound and stitching her up was the worst kind of torture John had to suffer through.

He knew he was a torturer. He knew he hurt people in order to reach the greater good. But he never wanted to hurt her or mark her.

John loved her skin. He loved how flawless it was, how pure. He loved kissing it and occassionally leave a few love bites behind on her collarbone - but he never marked her. He never carved her sin into her skin, he never gave her tattoos. He kept her clean, so beautifully clean - both body and soul. And they ruined it for him. They hurt her, the Deputy left his mark on her body, what she'll have to carry with her for the rest of her life.

John was a torturer. He knew how to make him pay.

When he was done, John leaned down to press a kiss on her thigh and she giggled through the sweat and tears when his his stubble touched her skin.

"John?" she sounded tired. "Thank you."

"You have nothing to be thankful for, sweetheart. I'll always take care of you."

John tucked her into bed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. He put the revolver on the nightstand, in case she needs it to feel safe.

He had work to do, people to find. And after, he'll take his time hurting them.

"Can you please stay? We could cuddle."

It was impossible to say no to that. So John got rid of his shoes and climbed under the covers, then put his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

Let them run, he thought. Let him run and feel safe, proud and happy. Let him swim in the feeling of success and joy. And then when he least expects it he'll take everything. He'll take everything the Deputy loves.

John'll be damned if he lets anyone take her from him.

[loserreinawriter]

Can you please write thief Deputy x John where Deputy often uses John's riches to their advantage when he's not home. They break into his house to steal money and food from him, sometimes his car. This goes on for a while before he notices.

Sticky Fingers- John Seed x GN Thief Deputy

This is my first time ever writing for all characters included in this so I deeply apologize if anything seems OOC or inaccurate! Not really enough to be romantic or suggestive but slightly flirtatious/playful on Deps end?? Leaves room for a part 2 if anyone sends possible ideas in for it :D

Content: Mentions of other in game characters, slight violence (barely any), stealing themes, minimal swearing.

It had been months since the failed arrest of Joseph Seed, months that the resistance had been building and been knocked down over and over like a haunting loop. It was irritating, really, to the deputy. Supplies from the outside were running thin. The only things coming in were taken immediately, those damned Peggies jumping any load of fresh ammo, food or anything else they could get their greedy hands on. Greed, a sin that admittedly had grown on the Deputy since the fateful day trapping them here. Despite what the Seeds believed the ‘sin’ inside the Junior Deputy only grew as time went by, their ‘tactics’ that displayed their true ignorance only fueled their inner wrath and caused them to do exactly what John had said to them, consume it. But instead of leaving them empty, that sin alone helped fuel each of the others.

Was it envy, perhaps, that pushed the deputy to chase what the more lavish Seed sibling possessed? They’d disagree, to them it was survival. All of it was. It started small, the fresh, high quality meats and bread from the kitchen of John Seed’s ranch whenever he was absent was easy enough to nab, and nothing that could truly spark outrage. Stealth was a skill that came as a second nature to them, after all they wouldn’t be nearly as successful in their takedowns if they were unable to use it. And this was just another example of that, letting Boomer sit close by the fence, close enough to let the Deputy know exactly where to avoid in her ‘borrowing trip’. The night had fallen by the time they’d arrived to start, stars visibly twinkling in the county sky above the thief as they made their way inside through a cracked open window.

Now hidden behind a table with their back against the red wood wall, they used the darkness inside to their advantage and slowly crouched through. There had been a few back and forths over the ownership of the ranch, the peggies had taken it back not long after they’d retrieved Nick’s plane for him, but by then the deputy remembered what was where. Or at least the basic layout of downstairs. They were almost there. A thick, deeper voice cut through the dark room, lit only by the flickering fireplace and whoever owned the voice was completely invisible to the deputy. Freezing in place as their breath caught in their throat, still as a statue and as quiet as a mouse as they couldn’t quite place who it was.. meaning it was nobody important. At least, it wasn’t John.

“Yeah? Well they’ve done nothing but trouble us, that’s for damn sure. Resistance can’t last much longer, ‘least, that’s what John said. Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there now.”

Finally, a few footsteps were heard as the Dep started to feel their face hurt from how still they were, walking away and out the door to the side of the building. They could only give a slight huff of relief before continuing onwards, breaching the kitchen and using the pipe on their back to block the door hands together until they were done. At the very least if someone dared try to enter they had time to hide or take cover. They stood full as they approached the pantry and, without too much thought behind it, quickly began filling their bag with what they could. Before they knew it they were carrying half a pantry full on their back, and after removing the pipe and keeping it in their hand just in case they needed to take someone down they headed out.

…

That was, until a large wad of cash caught their eye. They hadn’t come for that, no, but as they caught it in their gaze they couldn’t help the smirk from slipping onto their features. John wouldn’t miss it, surely. And no one else had to know.

It was pocketed before it was even mentally acknowledged, and they were gone before anyone could think of catching them.

They never meant for stealing money from John to become a regular thing, no, but they didn’t exactly resist the urge to when the opportunity arrived. They only meant to continue taking the food, the cheers and jokes amongst the resistance when they’d returned with a feast’s worth was too good not to do it again, and the money..? Well, it felt better in their pockets than wasting away on John’s countertop. Or table. Or inside his safe. Original location aside, if the money could talk it would definitely choose the Deputy’s wallet over his. Definitely.

Then came the deal with the gloves.. now, having accidentally knocked over some probably pricy piece of decor on their way out from their regular stealing session the Junior Deputy was left with no alternative but to rush up to what they learnt to be John Seeds own large bedroom, and curiosity truly killed the cat on this day. They couldn’t help but look at what was there once they overheard the accident be dismissed as the wind or unstable placement by the ‘guards’ of this joint. Their eyes scanned each item in the closet, looked at a few drawers and even dared search through the bedside table of the man himself, and yet nothing really stood out. Nothing, until they stumbled across a pair of gloves that matched their uniform perfectly.

It wasn’t a John Seed type of style, probably some dumb impulse buy before he figured he wouldn’t wear it and shoved it away to never be seen, so surely it wouldn't be missed. Right? Right. That was the conclusion made, and besides.. they’d look way too good wearing it later on. Slipping them into a back pocket before yet again scaling their ways along the wall and out.

It had to have been about the fourth time before the idea struck them. Before the pure, irresistible temptation to go for some dumb joy ride in John Seed’s car grazed the thoughts of the Deputy. It was only meant to be a joke passed to Sharky as they shared a beer, by now all the companions knew of the Deputies' tendencies to pocket what they could of John’s and those with a more logical thought process of their bunch might’ve dissuaded the Deputy from doing it. But on this fateful night mischief seemed to swarm the air, intoxicating the intoxicated and Sharky seemed too amused by the idea for the Deputy not to do it. With the encouragement from Sharky it was quickly decided, they weren’t too drunk to drive, but waiting until morning definitely would’ve been smarter. However their company didn’t call for that, and neither did they.

It was a foolproof idea, John wouldn’t know of it. He wouldn’t find out, couldn’t. Not if they distracted the peggies guarding the place enough to get the car in and out, and Sharky knew just how to do that. All it took was a few explosives nearby to grab their attention and within seconds the Deputy was in and out the garage, unseen as they used the car to pick up Sharky and drive to Falls End. What was the purpose of it?

…

Bragging rights? They returned it as soon as they were done, but after that day the car became their own part time. Once night had fallen and supplies were needed from John the Deputy would find a way to distract his ‘protectors’ and use the car for easier transportation and sometimes? Sometimes it just felt fun to take a drive around in. Their arrogance had started to show with their actions, but given what they’d done for the resistance they only found it amusing. After all, how many vehicles had that crazed cult taken from them? Though they had been served a warning or two about directly provoking John, they’d quickly shut down the concern.

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The sun was shining down on the dark brown hair of the Baptist as he stepped out of his plane onto his airstrip, straightening out his vest and button-up before taking in a breath of fresh air. Having the space to himself after the Deputy had taken it always seemed to inflate his ego just a smidge, their ability to keep it after those events only feeding the pride he refuses to acknowledge. Sunglasses placed perfectly as usual upon his head reflected the light away as he stepped closer to his ranch. He had a list of tasks to do today, and one including taking his beauty of a car out to be washed, as well as a sermon later in the evening.

He’d been aware of an apparent food shortage in his ranch for about a week now, but the day before his arrival he made sure everything was restocked in preparation. So when he walked into his kitchen to see smudges of dirt on the floor and the pantry door slightly jammed open? He felt his blood pressure rise. Voice raising with it as he threw an accusation out to those followers who he graciously let protect his place, the sin of ‘gluttony’ being thrown their way as his sharp blue eyes seemed to burn before he calmed himself.

It was only food, and there was still enough remaining.

Walking through his own place, he noticed a speck of mud smushed into his carpet and simply clicked his fingers for it to be cleaned, and within minutes it was out the room. Then he turned, quickly grabbing the keys to his beloved vehicle off the side and passing them to the closest follower to him, the man jumping slightly but nodding as the youngest Seed sibling spoke in his typical demanding tone.

“Take the car out front and make sure it’s sparking when it’s returned to me, okay? Yes, go. You have ten minutes before it needs to be ready.”

He moved on quickly after his devoted follower ran off, hearing the engine start up a minute later as he took a few moments to relax and sit down. Was he truly relaxed? No, not really. There was too much to think about. The Deputy seemed to have had a late start to their day, with it being mid noon he hadn’t heard of any destruction so far and that? That worried him. Not for your wellbeing, no, but for what you were planning. He had to be a few steps ahead of you at all times and this was an unexpected break. Unless you were indulging in your gluttonous party activities the night previous he saw no reason for you to take a break, you were far too stubborn to do that. He knew you, yes he did. Your wrath, your anger. He knew all of it, too well some would say. It doesn’t subside.. meaning whatever you’re doing can’t be good.

He was so lost in his thoughts of what the pesky Deputy could be up to that he almost didn’t hear the distant scurry of those outside picking up and then quieting down, piquing his curiosity enough to make his rise from his chair just in time to turn right as the man he’d given the keys too came in with a flicker of fear across his face. His own expression hardened as he looked at him, snapping at him to ‘spit it out’ before his eyes widened at what he was told.

A scratch. A large one, right down the side of his car. He didn’t take more than a few seconds before he simply rushed past him, barging his out the way with fury burning in his gaze as his eyes landed on the incident.

They weren’t lying, it was a large, ugly scrape right down the side, spanning over two doors.

“Why weren’t you careful?!” His voice picked up, aimed at whoever dared to have caused it. The follower quickly fell to his own defense, claiming he was and he hadn’t done it. And if another splatter of mud on the wheels hadn’t caught John’s eye, he wouldn’t have believed him. He hadn’t had time to take the vehicle off road to dirty the tires like that, the tracks leading into the garage too were older, dried. They’d been there for hours. Gaze following the tracks, he quickly spotted a few muddied shoe prints leading-.. leading to an open safe. It quickly made sense, who else had been prancing all over the county, disrupting his plans and taking whatever their sticky fingers could grab?

It didn’t settle his anger however, now it was just correctly placed. Chest rising and falling as his hands balled into fists, his teeth gritted as he fought off a smirk.

Oh Deputy..

What a fool you’d been.

“Bliss bullets, now! I want them captured and alive. Make it quick and send who you can, but they will confess today. Go!”

With his orders barked he was quick to make his way over to his jet again, picking up his radio and bringing it up to his lips with a chuckle.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

The crackling of the radio turning on completely disrupted you right as you were about to reel a fish in, the line snapping as your face scrunched in frustration. But before you had a chance to express the disappointment in the loss of an extra hundred bucks your blood ran cold as the low chuckle rang through and met your ears.

“Hello Deputy. Did you have fun indulging yourself? Quite the job you’ve pulled off, hmm? I’m sure you find it amusing now.. but your confession and atonement is just around the corner. Oh the sin you’ve been feeding.. Don’t worry, we’re coming to you. I’ll see you soon, Greed.”

There wasn’t much time for you to really take in what was being implied before Dutch’s panicked voice picked up over the radio too, as soon as the signal dropped from John you were bombarded with him hammering you to hide. He didn’t know what you did, but you were sure if you’d been marked like he said he’d find out.

You should’ve ran immediately, and in any other case you would’ve. But the shock of the out of nowhere call was enough to keep you stuck in place for a few extra seconds, only making a break for the tree line at the sound of the plane engines overhead. But it was too late already, those costly seconds taking their debt immediately as the dreaded words ‘Target spotted!’ reached your ears. Your legs carried you as far as they could as you had no choice but to ditch your fishing rod and any other supplies that weren’t in your bag or hand, running with only one gun and low ammo as you heard those damn trucks and four wheelers pulling up to your side.

“Nowhere to run now!”

“They’re right there, shoot!”

“It’ll only take one bullet! John wants them alive, remember that!”

Their voices flooded your ears and before you could stop it you felt the impact on your shoulder, body flying forward as you gasped for a moment to breathe. The mighty Deputy, captured with one stupid bullet. Of course, the fact it was laced played into it, unfair in your opinion, but you couldn’t dwell much on it before the world went black and your body became numb.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

The first thing that the junior Deputy could recognise as their body started to wake was the deafening screech in their ear, the odd high pitched noise ringing in their ears as they could do nothing but feel the groan naturally pull from their dry throat. Their head was still down and the moment they tried to pull it up a sharp pain shot through their neck. How long had they been leaning forward like that? However long it was, it fucking hurt. Their eyes fluttered open slowly as they eventually managed to pull their head up, feeling the similar itch of rope burning around their wrists as they tugged back to try and pull themselves out.

They were tied to a chair, and given the red glow of the light above them, they didn’t need to guess where they were taken to. They’d been here enough times now to know it won’t be easy getting back out.

Once their eyes had adjusted to the lighting of the room they were able to look around enough to make out a figure, watching from across the room. Almost like it was waiting to be acknowledged before it began to move closer, the same chuckle from the radio now bouncing off the walls of the private room.

“Good evening, Deputy. Good to see you’re awake, are you ready to confess what you’ve done? I’m itching to pull those words from you. It’s your time, Deputy.”

The Deputy could practically feel the smirk on his lips before they saw it, the tattoo gun in his hand. It suddenly made sense as to why they could feel the first few buttons of their shirt be undone and an odd slight coldness. The skin was damp as it had already been cleaned. Of course.

It didn’t deter the Deputy though, no. They’ve been this close to a ‘confession’ before too. Instead, they let their curiosity pick up, they’d committed a lot of ‘sins’ to survive here, which one was he referring to?

“Well that depends, Seed, what are you trying to ‘pull’ from me? I don’t recall doing much of anything to provoke this from you today? You just miss me soo much that you couldn’t wait, orrrr…?”

The smirk playing on the junior deputy’s face was typical of them, a jump of the brow to the man they should truly be more afraid of by now as they came across as more taunting than playful to him. His expression grew more irritated as he stepped forward quickly, going from a foot away to holding onto the Deputy’s chin to force their eyes on him, tone becoming harsher as he spoke in an angered hushed whisper.

“The sin of Greed, deputy. It suits you more than I thought. I knew it was dangerous but I didn’t think your wrath would turn you to envy what I have. Let alone go as far as to take what’s not yours. But here we are.”

His head seemed to tilt to point to something on the table littered with all sorts of tools he obviously used for his ‘confessions’ and on it, neatly displayed was the pair of gloves the deputy had dirtied and stowed away in their back pocket. Face becoming a look that could’ve been a confession all on its own, confirming that John was correct with the trail he was on.

“Those aren’t yours, are they, Deputy? Now, confess, I don’t have all day. I’ll carve and pull each and every sin from you, I know you feed all of them, and I will make sure all will see. Todays the day Deputy! Don’t keep Eden waiting-“

He had gotten closer to the Deputy’s face now, a sick sense of passion in his deep blue eyes as he gazed into theirs before a radio played from the room behind the chair the Deputy was tied to, a voice ringing out and filling the room enough to catch the attention of the Baptist.

“-Urgent! Urgent! Breach of security! John-“

The radio quickly fell to static as the voice was cut off, a noise of deep irritation falling from the man’s lips as he looked back at the Deputy and tightened his hold on their chin for a moment, shifting to cup their cheek and remain that way before his nails lightly scratched over their cheekbone and he grit his teeth.

“Don’t you move. Not even an inch. You’re not done yet, not ready.”

And with that his gaze lingered on the Deputy once more, glancing to the empty spot intended to have his signature signing on before he pushed himself up and rushed to the other room, slamming the door as he tried to figure out what security issue had fallen his men and in turn, giving you a chance to escape.

[seedling-spark]

“You’ll get used to it, sweetheart.” Female deputy and John?

It had been too long since you had last seen the sky, felt the breeze, smelled the trees, heard the water. Too long since you had been put into a glorified metal box deep underground. Too long since you had last eaten something that wasn’t bland mush.

You had lost count of the exact number of days after day 5, which wasn’t very long into your captivity, but at some point you forgot what meal marked the beginning of a day. You can’t be sure, but you’re 99% sure that they changed up their routines just to fuck with you. 

Everything had gone to shit so fast, one second you were taped to a chair across the room from Hudson, with John ranting at you about saying yes, and the next you were executing a hare brained and completely foolish escape attempt in which you wheeled yourself over to a set of stairs, and pushed yourself down them, while still taped to the chair.

Needless to say, it was a poor choice, you knocked yourself out on the way down, gave yourself a spectacular concussion, way too may bruises, and a dislocated shoulder. It was a hell of a wake up call, you were broken, bruised, and bloodied, and all you had to show for it was a new tattoo on your chest, and one on your arm. 

John had come in a day after you woke up (at least you thought it was a day, you still weren’t sure if you could trust that the peggies had been bringing you 3 meals a day at the same times), and explained the tattoos to you, had explained your sins.

‘WRATH’ scrawled boldly across your abdomen, right below your breasts, was because of your rage against the project, and the wanton murder and destruction you had dolled out against their followers. 

‘PRIDE’ was written on your left arm, the same arm you had dislocated in your fall. You had argued that you weren’t prideful, and John had shot back at you, asking if it wasn’t your pride that had lead to your fall, that had lead you nearly to your death. You had acted as though you were not a mere mortal, as though you could not come to harm, and in following that pride within you, that pride that whispered that you could do anything, you had been broken, been brought to heel.

And then he left you, alone with your thoughts for countless days, his last words to you a constant thought.

“Don’t worry deputy, we won’t leave you here to die, but I think it’s time for you to have some quality time for introspection.” With that he had closed the heavy metal door, an echoing bang reverberating through the area, when he spoke again his words were muffled through the thick steel. “When you’re ready to atone, just say yes, and I’ll come for you.”

---

The days continued to roll into one another and you had much too much time to think, to contemplate what John had said. Maybe he was right about you, maybe you were a sinner, had you so much as hesitated the first time you killed a peggie? You tried to think back, to remember that day, the crash, and the events following. How many people had you killed, how much destruction had you brought that day, all because you had been too proud to walk away. 

Is that what it had been, had your pride led you to handcuff the Father, had your pride lead to the reaping and all the death that it had brought. Hope County was burning and it was all your fault. Dozens of people died every day, and you were the main driving force, what was the resistance doing before you showed up and started killing Joseph’s followers en masse, they had been hiding, protecting themselves, but not going into outposts and killing everyone inside.

John was right, you were full of sin, and Joseph was right too, you were hell upon Hope County, you weren’t the saviour of these people, you were death.

The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to talk to someone about it, anyone, even John. The thought of John took all the weight off your shoulders, he would come for you, he would hear your confession, and he would take away the pain, he would save you.

Wearily you dragged yourself to the door, banging on it as heard as you could. When you heard footsteps coming down the hallway you began to call out to them.

“Yes,” your voice was hoarse and raw from disuse, the sudden yelling from you causing pain to spark in your throat. Swallowing down the pain you called out again, “Yes, I am ready to confess.”

No answer came and you felt tears welling up, you were so tired, so weak, everything hurt. You just wanted it to stop, whatever the cost.

“Please,” you were begging them, you didn’t know who was in the hallway, or if they could even hear you, but you had to try one more time, “Please, I want to confess, I want to be cleansed. Please.”

The footsteps started to move, the heavy sound receding, and all you could do was hope, hope that they were going to get John, he has promised you, right? He promised he would come, and Joseph wanted you to walk through the gates of Eden, surely one of them would come, would make everything right.

You were tired, too tired to go back to your corner that you had designated for sleeping, you just curled up where you were, lying in front of the door, waiting. 

Eventually the heaviness in your eyes became too much for you, and they closed, you just hoped that when you woke up things would be better.

---

Better it turns out is quite subjective. 

You woke in a new room, laying on a sheet on the ground, a table lay a few feet away from you, there were lights, there were people, there was John Seed leaning against a wall playing with a knife in his hands. Is this better than before? Maybe, at least there was people, and light, and John - no this was definitely better, it would all be over soon.

“You know deputy, when I first saw you, I was struck by something, do you know what it was?” His tone was light, relaxed, almost conversational, but you knew he didn’t really want you to answer him, so you mutely shook your head, “No? I was struck by how calm you were, you were in a situation so far out of your control, and yet you were calm. It’s strange you know, to see a woman walk into a situation like that and be so calm, there wasn’t even a trace of fear in your eyes, now why do you think that was?”

He pushed off the wall, striding towards you, coming at a stop at the table. He spared you a brief glance before turning his attention to the table, placing down his knife and picking up a book, the Book of Joseph. Book in hand he turned back to you, and walked over, kneeling down beside you, a hand came out to softly caress your cheek, smoothing over your cheek, brushing something wet across them.

Tears you realised, he was wiping away your tears. Moving to your other cheek he did the same thing, gently wiping away your tears.

“I see so much fear and doubt in your eyes now, such emotion that wasn’t there before, not even just two weeks ago when you were first brought here did you show this fear. So what changed?”

You could tell this time he was searching for an answer, one you would need to provide.

“You told me to think, so I did. And I-” your words were cut off by a sob that broke free, your eyes watered again as you thought back to everything you had done in the last month, “And I realised that I am not a good person. I have killed, I have destroyed, and I did it all because I thought it was the right thing to do, because -”

John cut you off this time, placing a finger to your lips and shushing you. You looked at him in confusion, you thought this was what you were supposed to do, this this was what he wanted. 

Seeing your confusion he chuckled softly, before shifting slightly, picking up the copy of the Book of Joseph that you hadn’t realised he had put down.

“This sounds like a confession deputy, and there is a certain way that we must accept confession to ensure that your atonement if done properly. Wouldn’t want you denied entry to Eden on a technicality, now would we?”

With that he stood up, taking a few paces back and gesturing to you. A few of the gathered people came forward, helping you to stand before John.

“Our devoted, we are gathered here to bear witness to those who are willing to atone for their sins,” He paused a moment, holding the book out to you, “Will you, deputy Rook place your hand upon The Word of Joseph and confess your sins, to release your flesh of it’s sins and cleanse you body, freeing you to walk upon the path to Eden?”

You reached a shaking hand out, placing it on the book, looking him in the eyes you said the one word that would save you. “Yes.”

You were surprised to see the smile that lit up John’s face, it was surprising. “Yes, yes! I knew it deputy, I knew you weren’t beyond saving, Joseph helped me see, and I will help you.” He kept hold of the book with one hand, and brought his other up to hold yours that you had placed on the book, it was a gesture that comforted you, that calmed you. “Now deputy it is time, with you hand on The Word of Joseph confess your sins, unburden yourself deputy.”

It was hard, harder than you thought it would be, at times the words got caught in your throat, but John’s presence helped you get through it, and eventually you had confessed to everything, and you felt lighter. 

Once you fell silent John moved, stepping back from you to place the book back on the table, and picking up the knife once more.

“Now deputy, this is going to hurt, but you’ll get used to it, sweetheart, and eventually the pain will fade, and you will be cleansed.” The men who had been holding you up now took you down to the floor, laying you flat on your back, pining you in place.

You saw John above you, holding the knife, staring at you, staring into your soul, and you felt panic lance through you. You tugged your arms, trying to free them, but if was for naught, the grip they had on you was too much for you to break, especially in your weakened state.

John knelt down, straddling your waist, pushing your shirt up above your chest, baring your chest and abdomen to the room, bringing the word wrath into the light.

“Shh, shh, shh,” He gently stroked at your side, “It’s okay my dear, I’m here to free you, not to kill you.”

Tears continued to fall as he slowly dragged his knife along your skin, just enough so you could feel it, could feel him map out the path he would take.

He leaned forward, using his spare hand to bring your head up, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before placing his on top of yours. 

“Relax” and so you did, and then the pain began.

[lostamongthestarz]

Could you make John Seed x FTM!Reader? :333

I know what you are /j /lh enjoy your head-canons for your man here's a GIF as a gift

John seed x trans male Reader head canons warnings: none Divider credits: @/cafekitsune ❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

John likes you the moment he lays his eyes on you, calm-collated (everything he pretends to be). He doesn't wait long to introduce himself; He intends to charm the hell out of you.

make no mistake - if someone looked at you wrong John is already plotting murder, if you think John taking someone out because they looked at him wrong you better believe that mindset doesn't change when it comes to you.

I hope you like pet names because John calls you every pet name under the sun. He'd tone it down around others but when you two are alone?

darling, sweetheart, my darling, my sweet, handsome, etc.

I hope you like the color blue because you and John match outfits and his favorite shade is dark blue. It's his color as he puts it, and she should get to share it with his darling.

play with this man's hair after a rough day and he melts in your lap, he takes good care of his hair and uses fancy products. John seems like the type of guy to use fancy cologne.

John keeps you away from Joseph at all times and the cult "activities", He doesn't trust you around Joseph and would rather have you around Faith or Jacob. which only happens very rarely.

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Going back to the fact that John would kill for you - this applies to the fact if someone was transphobic, Edan's gate is a "welcoming" community but the people outside are iffy. you can bet your ass if John found out some jackass said some shit they go missing within an hour

He can't let people believe that they can get away with insulting his darling, what kind of man would that make him?

Always makes sure you're comfortable, whether your pre-top surgery or Post. he always wants you to feel okay and comfortable talking about whatever (we know this man never shuts up) which moves me to my next point.

John never shuts up about you - between the "say yes" stuff and you people don't know what he talks about more. He! loves! you! a lot!

PDA king in private, face kisses are his absolute favorite thing to greet you with when he walks through the door, have fun doing anything without him because the second he's back in your arms he doesn't plan on doing anything else.

If you two were to get a pet it'd most likely be a cat, although John seems like a guy to defend the hairless cats. black cats would be second that he would defend with his life.

The cat would also get fancy clothes for pets.

I can see him flirting/charming you and doing it back and it makes him smile a lot - a big bright smile.

tell him he has pretty eyes, and he gets so giddy, LOOK at that man. someone buy him brown contacts I'm shaking /ref /j

enjoy your headcanons - I hope these are good <3 Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open <3

[storiesbyastrocraft]

Don't yall love when I disappear for months? Just broke up with my partners so I will have time to write now!

Anyways- here me out!

AU where the Junior Deputy leaves at the beginning of the game and God gives Joseph a new prophecy for when the world will collapse.

Between behind the scene deals with the national guard and inquisitive cult members— whose loyalty has only grown since the 'defeat' of those who came to take the Seed family— Joseph's siblings hadn't expected to hear much from the leader of Eden's Gate after their return to their respective regions. Yet, once again, they stood before him, awaiting the newest prophecy.

"God has given me great news, my family," The setting sun cast a glorious halo around Joseph as he spoke, making him appear holier than normal. John stifled a laugh at the thought. What wouldn't his brother give to be that much closer to the almighty? "We are to fill Eden's Gate with blood of our own. Our family will be royalty and we will soon be equipped with everything we need to continue our bloodline."

"Unless you mean to tell me God is gonna magic up some babies for us," Jacob looked over his siblings with an eager glint in his eyes. "I'd think you are saying we are getting some wives. Er- Wives and a husband."

John looked over to Faith, lips taught as she toyed with the lace edges of her dress. John reached out for her hand, feeling her tenseness only grow even as she allowed his touch. He thought back to when he first met the latest girl Joseph called Faith. She was different than the others, John knew then she would survive, but he had no clue how much it would take from her. Sometimes, in moments like this, he could see past her bliss-filled facade. He could see that girl again.

"A group of lost souls will find their way to Falls End, we must be vigilant. God is adamant there that nothing will stop us from what is rightfully ours, but too much influence from the rebellion will make things… difficult." Joseph raised an arm to his youngest brother, eyes filled with the same determination John had seen time and time again. "John will keep watch on the town. If anyone new shows up, anyone you don't instantly recognize, radio us immediately." Determination turned cold as Joseph pulled his youngest brother to meet him, "Don't head into town on your own. God has shown me what to expect for Jacob and Faith. Your situation is delicate, you are being given a stubborn spirit to match your own. Eden's Gate will not prosper until we have done what God requires."

"What does he require?"

"When it is time for you to know his plans, I will share that information with you. With all of you. But for now, we must wait." Joseph led his siblings to the door of the modest church, cool mountain air filling the room as he threw open the doors. "Now go, our family is coming."

Feat. John having an internal struggle with past lovers and not knowing what to expect from his spouse to be. Possibly worried that this is all a test for his 'ungodly' bisexuality. Some internal doubt of his bisexuality because he is having a bit of a breakdown not knowing if a male or female partner would make him feel better, then BOOM non-binary partner for John.

Faith being worried about being manipulated and this all being too much for her, probably has sworn herself off of men. Ends up with a lovely girl.

Probably an ABO story because lets be real, its Me. (Seeds are all Alphas of course) And lots of x reader smut because I am very self indulgent. Reader switches between love interests because I love all the Seeds <3

Update | Part 1 (WIP)

[derelictlovefool]

Misc nsfw hc's (trans man!reader)

Small hc's I wrote a while ago bc I had brain worms

Characters: Sharky Boshaw, Jacob Seed, Eli Palmer, John Seed, Jerome Jefferies, Joseph Seed

Contains NSFW content, minors do not read!

Sharky is a submissive bottom, he loves being under you and feeling your full weight on him when you fuck him. He's down to take anything you give him, whether you're using your fingers, strap or a butt plug or your tongue he doesn't care he is gonna take it like a champ and say thank you after.

He loves doggy style, having your strap buried inside him, your chest pressed up against his back while you stroke his cock with one hand and hold his hip with the other. He loves the sensation of you thrusting into him while you jerk him off, it's overstimulation heaven especially after you've made him come a couple of times.

He gets shy if you do missionary but he loves how you kiss him while you fuck him and the way you hold his wrists beside his head. He whines about it but he's super into when you make him come all over his stomach and then lick it up, it's super hot.

The closet he gets to topping is whenever you suck him off, especially if you make him brace himself on the wall and let him fuck your face when he gets close. And even then after he comes he wants you to press him up against the wall and take him from behind.

Jacob couldn't bottom if his life depended on it, he is always the one giving and using your body like his personal cocksleeve. He could be swayed to taking your strap if it was your birthday but the chances are very slim, He's a top and he likes making you get off and seeing how undone he can make you.

He is a big fan of edging so he'll have you on your back, get you close and then just stop, making you beg for him to move while he presses lazy kisses to your collar bone. If you beg good enough he'll go to the next extreme and fuck you until you're crying from the overstimulation.

He'd love taking you in his truck or somewhere public, he enjoys seeing you try to keep quiet while he's hitting all the right spots inside you and whispering the nastiest things in your ear. He's also a fan of doggy style and will just fuck you on the ground whenever he feels like it.

His typical style is rough, hard and dirty, making you his little plaything for a few hours and turning you into a mindless mess but he can do gentle and sweet sex. It's a more vulnerable thing though and usually saved for anniversaries and other important dates.

Eli doesn't discriminate and he's happy to be taking or giving in bed, he loves the way you feel inside him and he loves the feeling of being buried inside you. He's not really rough but he can man-handle you like the best of them and he really enjoys having you on his lap while you ride him.

If he's taking he prefers missionary so he can see you as you thrust into him, just the sight of you sweaty and panting above him drives him nuts. And getting to kiss you while you also jerk him off is always a bonus.

He likes taking it slow when you go at it, lots of touching and kissing before one of you gets too excited and flips the other over and takes charge. He gets really horny when you're the one to take charge, something about you pushing him into the mattress and ripping his boxers down really gets him going.

He's a weak man for you so when you tease him it's very effective, he will rut against you until you shimmy your pants down and let him slip his cock inside you. If you squeeze in between him and his desk and grind your ass on his crotch it's only a matter of time before you're bent over it and getting fucked.

John is a service bottom with a twist and that twist is that when you frustrate him enough he'll tie you down and fuck you like an animal. He loves watching you ride him, he loves burying his face between your thighs and making you come undone with his touch.

He also loves restraining your hands and making you confess your flifthiest sins while he fucks you, going from long slow thrusts to quick deep ones that rock your entire body. He doesn't care what position you're in as long as he can watch your face twist into blissful pleasure and pain.

He'll lose himself when you take charge, becoming a babbling mess chanting your name like a prayer while you thrust into him. He'll beg you to do your worst to him, cling to any part of your body, bite your neck when he comes and rut against you uselessly in between sessions.

John can switch from cruel sadomasochist to subby brat in two seconds and he will give you whiplash if you're not ready for it. If you indulge both sides you'll be his personal god and he'll worship you any chance he gets, his main goal is to make you come as much as humanly possible.

Jerome is a sweet man and he just wants to make you feel good and take care of you, body worship is off the charts with this man and he'll make every sexual encounter feel like a religious experience. He loves running his hands over your body and kissing every inch of you before fucking you nice and slow.

He may unintentionally cockwarm as he gets carried away kissing you and singing you praises but it just makes it better. His thrusts are always deep and hit all the right spots every time and the drag out is slow and sensual, he really works it up and makes you want it.

He's not opposed to letting you take him, he'll happily suck off your strap and get himself ready to take you. He only asks that you be gentle and if you can do that he's happy to lose himself to the feeling of you inside him, he might enjoy it so much he can't keep his hands from jerking himself off while you thrust into him.

He will happily engage in some sinful activities in the church, as long as it's empty. Either one of you bent over the podium while the other fucks them is always an experience. He may start reciting certain bible verses and likening you to angels while you fuck, he can't help it when his mind gets all foggy.

Joseph does whatever his heart tells him to in the moment so it's a toss up on whether he'll be taking or giving in the bedroom. Sometimes you can tell from the look in his eye or the way he grabs you but mostly he takes you by surprise every time.

If he's feeling like taking he'll start by kissing you all over your body and sucking you off/eating you out, rutting his hard on against you and whimpering your name when you touch him. He'll go into any position you put him in but he does like being able to hold the back of your neck and look into your eyes while you fuck him.

He'll prattle on about how god brought you both together and how his body and soul is yours to take and he'll choke on your name like it's a prayer to hard to swallow. He gets embarrassed if you make him come on himself but can't complain when you clean him up with your mouth.

If he's giving he likes to press his body flush against yours and really enjoy the feeling of being inside you, he'll unintentionally edge you and himself because he wants it to last. And then when you both come undone he thrusts into you like a wild animal until he can't hold himself up any longer.

[evilvvithin]

silent despair

pairing : john seed x reader (i wrote it as f!deputy!reader but it turned out to be gn too) warnings : blood and injury | implied sex but not detailed | love hate | possessiveness word count: 2,497 summary: What would happen if John was the one to survive the collapse? ➤ AO3 link | masterlist

In the first moments of coming back to your senses, the mix of strong cologne and smoke hit your nose. The air seemed heavy, almost hard to breathe and you felt like suffocating. Taking a deep breath, a sharp pain shot through your ribs and made you yelp out in surprise.  "Finally," a familiar voice filled the silence and ringed inside your aching head.  Stars danced at the edges of your vision as you tried to sit up. As if a restless swarm of bees was inside your skull, causing it to vibrate uncomfortably. Arms and legs numb you had to look down at your limbs to make sure they were really moving when you told them to. They weren't. Your hands handcuffed to the metal leg of the bunk bed, you tried to wrestle against them with no luck. "Still eager to fight despite your situation, I see. Some things about you never change, deputy."

You felt venom in his voice, anger, hidden behind his kind and peaceful mask he called a face. He smiled widely as he walked towards you, squatting down to your level. 

"Where-"

"Shhh sh sh."

His eyes piercing through you, fingers trailing the handcuffs, the stupid smile on his face. The time stopped and your eyes gazed down to his shirt which used to be blue. Just like his eyes. Now it was almost completely covered in dried blood. Pushing away the thoughts of kicking your knee into his stomach for tying you up, you wondered what had happened, looking around the room you were in for any clues.

He noticed how you calmed down, how your eyes jumped across his chest and the walls behind him. Looking for his bunker key at his now bruised chest. Pulling out another key from his pocket, he freed your hands but grabbed your wrists immediately, squeezing them painfully. You hissed in reaction, but got the message - don't do anything stupid. You didn’t even plan to. You just wanted to know what happened as your own memory was failing you due to its fogginess. Checking your ribs for any wounds or source of the pain you felt after waking up, a loud explosion deafened you and the whole room started to vibrate, dust falling down from the ceiling. There was your answer to what happened. The pictures of mushroom cloud, fire and death blinked through your head. All the screaming, pain… your friends… 

"The collapse," John looked up, the same smile on his face still. "Joseph was right, you know? He knew the whole time… my brother…" 

The mask of the baptist started to fade away - he didn't have to pretend anymore. The smile slowly disappeared as his whole expression hardened, jaws clenched. His eyes glowing with rage, but there was something else.

Sadness. Softness.

Cursing through gritted teeth, he grabbed you by the edge of your shirt and forced you up against the wall, hand squeezing your throat right after.

"You killed them. If only you listened to them! We could’ve been - “ 

The pressure built up in your head from the lack of air and vision started to blur, yet you didn't try to fight his hand.

"Doesn’t matter. Tell me one reason I shouldn't do the same to you!" 

His voice was calm but still sounded like a yell to you. You started to half laugh half cough, making his eyebrows furrow even more in fury. He was killing you with his gaze, not his hands. In his mind his hands squeezed your throat hard. Knuckles on his hand white, he’d release the grasp so you could catch a single breath just to cut your wind pipe again.

Oh, he would do so many things to you. 

"Why didn't you? Before?" You coughed. "You had so many chances."

He sighed and let go of you by throwing you further into the wall, though not so aggressively as before to kick air out of your lungs. You knew he had the reply, knew why he didn't kill you when he had the chance. But he wouldn't admit it. 

Would you? Would you admit why you didn’t kill him when you had so many chances?

John knew well you chose to hunt his siblings down rather than him. Playing cat and mouse, but both of you were the cat.  Lots of unfulfilled threats that led only to one thing - the collapse. You being stuck with him in a bunker underground. 

The longer you tried to keep standing against the wall, the more your muscles burned. The desire to lay down, close your eyes again and forget about everything again was overwhelming but you were determined to not show any kind of weakness. Your coughing and laughing filled the room. Have you lost your mind? Are you really gonna be down here with John? It wasn’t like you could change it. 

You didn’t want to. 

The shirt started to stick to your skin where you felt the sharp pain before. Your fingers felt the wetness when touching it and you didn't have to look down to know what it was. 

"Come."

Following John to the table across the room, you were sure your legs would fail you any step you took. He was watching you - was it a concerned look you saw on his face? Your blurry vision playing tricks on you? 

He was in fact concerned, watching every step of yours ready to grab your arm for support whenever you were about to fall. He didn't want you to know, he didn't want you to see his soft side. Not yet. He liked to believe he had none except for his brothers - he was lying to himself the whole life. He always had a soft side, buried deep inside him. Abandoned by his choice. Softness had no place in the life he lived before Eden’s Gate. No place in Eden’s Gate. It was a weakness and he locked everything making him weak deep inside. 

Till you showed up and made him weak. Vulnerable. He hated you for it, but at the same time admired you. You were untamed, wild fire that could make him both weak and strong and he realized rather quickly that capturing you like the others would not help him get stronger, no. You required a different approach. Approach that he thought he would never be able to do - to have feelings for someone, to feel vulnerable. 

The mutual feelings of you two, the connection of your souls and leadership - that’s what he visioned in his dreams. How perfect you two would be for Eden’s gate. At first, it seemed like a great plan, but the further John tried to make you join him, the more he started to care about you. Did he care about you more than about the project? No, he would never… He doubted himself in that question. Nevertheless he’d make everything work in the end. And he did, without even trying to. 

Grabbing bandages out of the emergency box, he waited for you to raise your shirt enough to expose the cut. Starting at your ribcage going down your belly, it wasn't deep but it was bleeding a lot.

"Just do it quick." 

Swallowing your pride, you let him circle you, touch you, wrapping the bandage all around your torso. Feeling his warm touch on your bare skin, you never realized how soft his hands could be. You believed all they could inflict was pain and torture.

"Want it harder?" 

The stupid smile on his face.

"Fuck you, John."

~~~

"You'll get us both killed!" John hissed  and caught your hand that tried to steal the bunker key from his neck. He started to wear it with him at all times since you found the spot where he hid it. And he was way more alert during sleeping than you thought. 

Saving your life and you still tried to get away from him, still fought him. Still… after all the days you two spent in close proximity. Or was it weeks? He liked it at times though. It spiced things a bit here under the ground, but he'd still rather receive obedience from you. Just like his followers in Hope County… but you weren't one of them. The knuckles whitened on his hand and you squinted as his grip became painful. The harder he held your wrist, the more you squeezed the key in your hand being as stubborn as you were usually, refusing to let go of it.

"Go then, do as you want." 

You almost lost balance and fell down at his chest when he released your hand. The tone of his voice was vile but the sparkle of hope that shined in your eye overcame everything else. You looked down at the key and hope was quickly replaced with a darker feeling - reality. John scoffed and murmured something to himself as the key landed back on his chest. 

You didn't want to die. Not today at least.

~~~

Warm breeze locked the naked skin of your upper body. The blanket must've slid down while you were sleeping. 

A breeze of fresh air… in a bunker? 

John's fingertips trailed up and down your arm softly, thinking he was gentle enough to not wake you up. His movements were slow, lazy. Your heartbeat raised a little and you hoped it wouldn't reveal you were awake. Your back turned to him, you laid still and your breath was shallow. His breath was warm against your skin. He seemed to be murmuring something to himself but you couldn't make a single word out. He was humming some kind of melody. 

All kinds of scenarios rushed through your head when he pulled the edge of your shirt down your shoulder. Pretend to be asleep no matter what? Then you'd be allowing whatever he planned on doing. Jump up and slap the soul out of him? Maybe, but you wouldn't know what he wanted to do… and mainly, why. 

Did you want him to stop? 

Did you want him to know you were awake?

The adrenaline rushed through your body as your mind was filling up with certain scenarios, making you change position in an attempt to hide it. John's hand retrieved and his murmuring stopped. You felt his gaze boring into the side of your head. Leaning closer to your face, his hot breath tickled your ear. If you turned around, you could taste his lips easily. Before you could do something you might regret later, the weight on the bed behind you disappeared as John walked away, silent like a cat. 

You were left alone with your cheek and ear burning, the gentle touch of his fingers still printed on your skin. It's been so long since you experienced any kind of intimacy, kindness in general. Past few months were nothing but an exhausting fight for your life and the lives of the other members of resistance. The few joyful moments that occurred? You were too tired to appreciate and enjoy them fully. Cursing yourself you didn't do anything when John was creeping above you, you played with the scenarios in your head for as long as sleep didn't take your consciousness away. 

~~~

"What did you do to Hudson?!" Blood was coming out of your mouth from John's punch, but the rage you felt numbed all possible pain. "You bastard!"

Him and his typical maniac smile. 

Everytime you two met before the collapse and fought each other, he had this smile on his face whenever you could've ended him. Laughing. Not really fighting you back. Almost like he wanted to die… or he didn't care if he did at least. Or he knew you couldn't kill him. He knew it and laughed at the absurd power he had over you. You hated him for it, you hated him because he was right.

"Hudson's gone now anyway, isn't she? What's all this about, then?"

Clenching your fists around the edge of his coat, half choking him with the fabric cutting into his throat, you stopped in your rage for long enough to think about what he said. You hated to admit it but he was right. 

He seemed to always be right.

Things that happened before the collapse? They were all meaningless now. What really mattered was this bunker, you, him and the danger levels outside. Were you truly angry about what he did to Hudson or did you just want a reason to start a fight with him? Did he want to start a fight when he told you, out of nowhere? 

Taunting, teasing, getting expected reactions from others just to remind himself he has power over them. Power to manipulate through emotions. Maybe he truly believed he was emotionless and nothing bothered him except his family - he lied to himself the whole time. He cared too much about you. He could've had you at any time before. Yet he didn't take you, no. He didn't want to take you, he wanted you to need him. To desire him. Give up to him. 

John grabbed your wrists to make you let go of his coat, his face unchanged. The smile… he won. He had all the reasons to smile - you were here with him, craving him, needing to feel the warmth of his body. The burst of emotions. There was no need to say it out loud. Letting your arms go limp in his hands, you leaned closer to his face. 

"Fuck you, John." 

Raising one of his eyebrows, the smile only grew bigger. 

"That's exactly what I was thinking," he let your hands go and pulled you closer by the back of your neck. 

You let yourself fall into the kiss - like a boat going down the river you didn't try to go against the stream at all. You still hated him but what you felt for him was growing stronger. Something you could not define with simple words. The iron taste of your blood filled your mouth and your tongue found his. The taste was somewhat hypnotizing, driving you further into the kiss. 

The satisfied grunt from John didn't surprise you a bit. You had an idea he'd like the taste of blood. That it'd turn him on. Violence in general. You heard the stories about Hudson and other Falls End people that managed to escape his bunker. You were there yourself after all, you spent more time with him than you'd like to imagine. 

It was all your choice - to let him live every time, let him get close to you. Let yourself fall for him. Let your lust win.

As the clothes on you both fell down to the ground piece by piece, you weren't bothered by the chilling air. You were on fire, you both were. Fire that needed to be put down and only one way of doing so. Everything about it was rough. Maybe you were still trying to kill each other but then decided not to, over and over again. 

Hate and anger being overcome by love and lust and it made you want to get lost in the moment forever. Get lost in John.

Your fingertips copied the edges of his scars, his skin still rough on touch from all the bruises that didn’t heal yet. The moans resonating within the thick concrete walls sounded like they were miles away from you - silenced by you replaying all your past choices that led you to this moment. 

Your nails clawed into one of his fresh scars causing John to whimper in both pain and pleasure. You didn’t do it on purpose. He knew. He felt the same joy, the same pleasure as you causing him to twitch and grasp onto you uncontrollably. It was like an out of body experience - like a bottle being constantly filled with water for years before finally overflowing and exploding. Exploding and being free. 

You both were finally naked in front of each other - no more lying about your feelings, no more hiding of your thoughts. No secrets. 

Bruises forming on the soft skin of your neck where John buried his head into, the sweat of your bodies becoming one. The jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, heavy panting, trembling. 

"I haven't forgiven you, John."

"I know."

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

Strange New Home (Far Cry 5/M!Reader)

Chapter One: Well F*ck

Reader is a huge Far Cry fan, and while playing far cry 5, something strange happens. Within seconds, he's pulled from the comfort of his home and world and entrapped within Hope County.

(13+ only please, blank/ageless blogs, she/her aligned people DNI)

Y/n stared at the screen completely hypnotized by the game.

"Joseph Seed, He is not a man to be fucked with."

                                     -Sheriff Earl Whitehorse

Far cry 5. It was a beautifully designed and detailed game. And you could easily be entranced by Joseph Seed, leader of Eden's Gate's words. His words were as sweet as honey, and as smooth as silk. Y/n's heart fluttered at seeing the cult leader. Joseph Seed stared at the screen. 

But there was something strange about this particular moment. Joseph's eyes piercing into his soul. Joseph blinked. His lips moved silently, but y/n couldn't hear it. Was this just one of those small details he hadn't noticed before. 

As the scene played on, something felt different. Like something was out of place. 

Things got weirder after the title screen. It was normal at first, Joseph grabbing the radio from rook to stop them from calling for help. But the moment Joseph locked eyes with the screen, he didn't say anything at first. 

"Fuck the game's broken..." Y/n huffed, going to restart the game application. 

"Don't." Joseph spoke. Y/n widened his eyes, his heart stopping. He couldn't get a word out, much less a syllable. "Dude, really??" Pratt suddenly looked back from his seat. 

"Well, someone needs to know. And I think our player might be what we've been looking for..." Joseph responded. "Look I'm going to need you to stay calm. Do not panic-" "How the fuck am I not supposed to panic when one my favorite video game villains are talking to me OUT OF SCRIPT?!" Y/n yells at the screen. But before anyone could get another word in, the screen's brightness turned up quickly, light filling the room like some sort of lighthouse, until nothing... 

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap]

Is it possible for John seed to do anything undramaticly (I know that's not a word) or will he just spontaneously combust if he acts normally

The guy can't even die normally

[seedofjoseph]

hellbent (WIP)

Author's Note: After posting homebound (link), I immediately began working on a ficlet featuring the overprotective love interest trope starring John Seed. However, I've only picked it up again this week, so I'm posting this early on WIP Wednesday.

The whole of Holland Valley knew John Seed as a madman. You? All you knew was that he was mad. Wrath he called you, though it sounded like it suited him better. Especially during his last radio call.

“Wrath,” he screamed through the static. “Godammit, Wrath! Where are you?”

“Language, Seed,” you shot back, not being able to see if you’ve hit your target, but hearing the words had wounded him instead. “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I’ll find you, girl,” his words were muffled, his mouth probably planted close enough to kiss the microphone. “Even if I have to burn down every dive bar and liquor store in this valley to draw you out, I’ll find you.”

“Thought you let me break curfew so that I could go bar hopping,” you smirked. And, while he couldn’t have seen you do so, he sure as shit heard it in your tone. “I thought you let me out so that I could indulge in my sins.”

“I did and you have,” he answered, the coolness of it making him out to be as inhuman as the receiver his voice was coming out of. “And now I’m coming to save you from yourself.” Before you could press the button to press his buttons, John Seed went completely cold as the receiver went silent.

Feeling only a little bit frustrated by his lack of fire on this chilly night, you finally dismount your bike and let it recline on the stand instead of your legs. After, you unfasten your leather jacket on your short walk to the rest stop entrance, feeling only a little bit heated. Then, taking in the neon-lit shelves and the yellow-stained floors, you cool off with the thought of a cold Coke.

The truth is that you didn’t set out to indulge in anything else besides caffeine tonight. And the lie is that you bask in the fire your wrath left in its wake. That is the lie you fed to John Seed through your shared frequency, the target you put on your back as you drove away from Holland Valley, from everyone you wouldn’t want to be in his crosshairs. And the truth was that businesses that you were a patron of were going up in flames.

So you sigh in sweet relief as the taste of the sugary drink elevated some weight off of your heavy shoulders. “Needed that,” you paid for the half-emptied bottled as soon as you made it to the counter. “Keep the change.” And you exit before the kid on the other side of it can lift his head and recognize you.

All you knew was that John Seed was mad and you wouldn’t bet a poor boy’s life on him not blowing a gasket along with the rest stop.

“That you, Deputy?”

The door slammed loudly behind you, but it’s a shouting human voice that startled you.

You shake your head frantically and walk back to your bike briskly. “Not tonight I’m not.”

The man is indignant and you can tell from the sound that comes out of his throat. Because you weren’t facing him. You couldn’t face him. Not after what happened the last time you did.

“It’s me,” you hear him hop out of the pick-up and bounce back on his boots like he’d lost his footing. “It’s Jean. But you called me Jaaawn,” he slurs like he’d forgotten how you speak. “Yes, Jaaawn. Fuck yes,” he spits your own drunken words back to you.

It’s like he’s getting the both of you shitfaced again. It’s like he’s in your face and up your shirt and in your pants again. Like you never shoved him off of you and locked him in the bathroom stall. Like the bar is still up and running and not in ruins after some Peggie recognised you stumbling out of it and gave John Seed the excuse to indulge in his wrath.

“I’d buy you a drink, buuut,” he stumbles between you and your bike. “But John made them all go BOOM.”

Jean didn’t look much like John Seed tonight, so that drink he’d bought you was strong enough to make him shape-shift before your very inebriated eyes. Though he stands at the same height and combs back the same dark hair with fingers covered in just as much ink, his eyes are more murky green than clear blue. And though he stands before you untouched by the collateral damage your indulgence has caused, you don’t hesitate to lay your hands on him and shove him to the side.

“I’m going sober,” you decline, determined to quit drinking Coke, too, and drive off.

“Least you could do is moan my name,” he spits. “My real name. While I'm fingerin’ your pussy. That was me, bitch, not John fuckin’ Seed.”

The whole of Holland Valley knew John Seed had eyes and ears everywhere. All you knew was that Jean’s slurred speech had summoned him and the empty rest stop you’d pulled into is now crawling by his cavalry.

“Oh, my God,” Jean tries and fails to find his footing and stumbles backwards into your bike. “Oh, my fuckin’ God,” he turns around and takes you in, eyes filled with fear. “Don’t let him kill me, deputy. Please don’t let him kill me.”

Your voice is steady as you instruct him to get inside, even as your heart is rattling the cage that is your chest. And your body shields the entrance, even if your soul threatens to make its escape. But you won’t let it or yourself get away. And you won’t leave another trail of fire in your wake.

“Wrath,” he calls you, but this sin burns brighter in his words than they ever did in yours. And he hops out of the van in a hurry, already heaving like he’d been chasing you on foot through the Valley. “How many more lives have to go up in flames before you’re satiated?”

“None,” you raise your hands in front of you, adding more distance between the Reaper and the two lives. “Not a single one. I’m done.” Then, you stretch your arms above your head. “I’m done, okay?”

You were far from done, far from having your eyelids ripped open, the furthest you can be from amazing grace. And his big brother would’ve called you blind still, but you needed him to see you as enlightened right now.

What your blind eyes do see is something strange in John Seeds eyes, something which resembled a comforting warmth and not a punishing fire.

“It’s suffocating, isn’t it?” His voice is horse like he’s been shouting, and your throat dries like he is right. You are suffocating. “Your wrath has set the world on fire and you’re the only one left to breathe in the ashes.”

The little air left between the two of you is enough for you to exhale: “Yes.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 5

SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL: John Seed x fem!reader

Summary: She wasn't blind. She really wasn't. She just chose to love all of him.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: mentioned and/or referenced torture and/or abuse, religious references (come on, it's the Seed family), swearing, reader isn't the Deputy

•••

"Fucking Hell!" Mary May looked at her in surprise, both shock and betrayal clearly seen on her face. "You love him..."

After her words, the whole Spread Eagel turned quiet. Pastor Jerome looked away and Nick seemed more than upset.

She felt her cheeks burn red, but not from shame - never from shame. It burned, because it was true.

"Holy shit..." Mary May cursed again, still in disbelief. "No shit you can't see how crazy that whole family is! You don't want to see it!"

"I--" she began, but shut her mouth instead when she realized she has no idea what she should say.

"John Seed is fucking hurting people!" Mary May continued. "And you decided to just- I don't know-- love him?"

"Please, he's not that--"

"Not that bad? That's what you wanted to say?" Mary May pulled her shirt down to show her the scars what stayed behind after that quick tattoo removal. "Does this seem not that bad to you?"

She looked at the scars, then back at Mary May. She let go of her shirt, then pointed toward the door.

"You should leave..."

"Mary M--"

"Get out!"

So she left.

She left so she could continue to love John with all his flaws.

•••

As John wrapped a fluffy blue towel around her body after they finished their shared bath, she wondered how people could think of him as evil.

Sure, she knew John wasn't purely good - she could see the flaws, but then again is anyone out there perfect? She herself wasn't perfection, yet John chose to love her anyway.

She wasn't blind, she saw the issues he had - but she could also see the things others couldn't. Because John didn't want them to see those. But he allowed her to see all of him.

How could he be pure evil, when he was capable of loving her so gently, so honestly? When he was capable of touching her so softly as if she was made from the thinnest glass? When he liked to hum those old songs, when deep down he was so full of joy and love to give?

"You're being quiet." John suddenly stated as he stroked her wet hair. "What's going on in your head, sweetheart?"

A lot. A whole lot.

"Mary May..." she confessed with a shy, sad smile. "I know it shouldn't upset me, but she was my friend and I--"

John shut her up with a kiss so soft, she felt dizzy.

"She and all the others in Fall's End are blind. They know nothing, they see nothing. You can't do anything about it, so don't let it bother you; alright?"

She just nodded and pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his 'sloth' tattoo. By then she knew all of tattoos by heart. She'd trace them and kiss each of them - yet her favourite was the one that said 'yes'. It sat right above his stomach and each night when she rested her head on his chest, she'd follow the dark lines with her fingertips.

"I love you, John."

He liked to hear it a lot. He had to hear it a lot so he would believe that someone was capable of loving him. And she loved saying it, no matter the time or place.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything." he kissed her forehead, a sign of affection he picked up from his brother, and gently stroked her cheek. "Now let's get you into some comfortable clothes, okay?"

She smiled up at him. "Can I wear your shirt?"

"Of course you can."

She knew John loved to see her in them - in his shirts, in his coat. It gave him a sense of belonging. That act alone made everyone know that he was hers and she was his.

John turned to grab a clean shirt and she followed his movements. Then her gaze was on his back, and her smile turned into a frown.

The scars were there, proving that the wounds he had recieved when he was young, once existed. She hated them - not because they were ugly, but because ugly and deformed people gave him those.

Fall's End wanted to talk about bad people? They should've started with the monsters who gave John those scars.

She stepped toward him, hugging him from behind and pressed a kiss to his spine. She felt him freeze from both shock and surprise. To John her touching those scars, that ugliness, was more intimate then anything they did - more intimate than confessing their love, than kissing, than making love... It meant she truly accepted all of him and loved him anyway.

"I never want to leave you, John."

His answer was a kiss so full of adoration and passion, she forgot how to breath. Her legs felt weak, while the butterflies in her stomach went insane. John wanted to hold every single part of her, and she didn't mind at all - because it just proved he'd never want to leave her either.

And later, when they were in bed, curled into one another, she knew that no matter what others said, how they tried to point out John's or her imperfections - to each other they were perfect.

[loserreinawriter]

Open Far Cry 5 x reader requests!!

Hi!! (New to this app so please excuse any mistakes) But I’ve been writing for years and want to take on some Far Cry 5 X reader ideas, even with a quieter fandom. Could be any human adult character, just send a prompt and request and I’ll happily oblige :D

Note: Reader will always be assumed to be the deputy unless requested to be otherwise, and will be written as gender neutral if not explicitly requested as otherwise.

[dantegreaves00]

Here is a sneak preview of And Hell Followed part 4 let me know what you think @gamergirl-06 @capriskunk

It was late in the afternoon when I woke up, there was a pressure against my chest but in my half asleep mind I thought it was Boomer laying on me like he normally does.

Out of habit my right hand began stroking what I believed was his fur, this continued for a couple of minutes until...

"Deputy why are you playing with my hair?" John's sleep riddled voice asked.

I stopped moving my hand.

"What?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it"