#FC5 Dutch

[afarcryfrommymain]

Dutch is who spurs you into fighting the cult as well as the tutorial character. He also talks to you often throughout the game over the radio. He's a survivalist and also Jess Black's Uncle.

(This might not be the actual guy??? Can't find him if this isn't him, sorry.) Crush is an NPC in the Hebane River who has a crush on Dr. Lindsey, who is the doctor in the jail, the person who suggested him simply gave the reason "Gay Rights!" And I can't argue with that.

[theprojectatedensgate]

~ Dutch’s bunker

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 56: For it is Time for Judgement to Begin

Summary: The end is near, it's in the very air of Hope County after the destruction of Joseph's Island, and the residents are about to meet their due. Kit is forced to make a decision that causes her only pain in an attempt to ready herself for the coming war.

Warnings for this chapter: descriptions of immolating someone, mentions of military violence, mentions of religious trauma, and general warning for Kit's mental instability

Only 5 chapters left to go!!

[trashboyo3891]

The deputy installing social media:hi guys my first post!

Dutch:boy you want hamburgers

Joseph:my child join my church ceremony at 5

John:DEPUYOUTEE Answers my DMS and say YES

Jacob:let me play my music box for you

Faith:Wanna come see my new bliss flowers I got :DD

Eli:Deputy we need you at the wolfs den jacob sent his hunters

Wheaty:I have your nirvana vineal you wanted

[chazz-anova]

Dutch's Island

[playitagainmyjohnny]

[evilvvithin]

guess who finished rdr2 campaign just now

(Rest in peace Peanits my beloved brown hungarian pony i'm going to be emotionally recovering for next couple of days)

[general-kalani]

{ @vuulpecula sent in; [ sit ] for your muse to quietly sit by mine [ for dutch ]

Prompt from here! }

"Tired too, kid?" Who was he to be surprised, they'd been all over the County doing missions and jobs and barely taking a break.

He supposed this was one of the rare times they were taking a break. He was thankful for it, really. It had been a while since they last stopped in and he'd been getting lonely.

"Should rest up more often. Keep those bones'a yours from breaking under all the stress."

Was that truthful in any way? Probably not, didn't matter to him.

[kim-rye]

guys idk if i just missed it but, does dutch ever mention eli’s death?

i found this line which sounds like dutch but i don’t think i’ve yet heard it (i’m assuming he might say this line if you don’t go and rescue pratt straightaway).

idk, considering how highly dutch talks of eli, i was sad when i realised he doesnt really mention his death ☹️

[paradlselost]

CRIMSON.

JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

2.7k words

content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends. 

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her. 

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

[lulu2992]

I wanted to say I love your meta and lore posts, and how frustrating it is to see so much inconsistencies with the lore and timeliness. Like, the wiki (which I know I shouldn't completely trust) says thatbthe events of FC5 and New Dawn are non-canon/happened in an alternate universe, probably to restore the timeliness with FC6, so...did the game ever matter? Also I find it so hard to fit what happened to the characters with the timeline, like did Grace lose her dad during the Reapibg or prior? How long did Mary May lose her family was it before the events of the game or during the Reaping? It's just hard to write fanfic when everything seems watered down, inconsistent and a mix of early concept and half baked ideas. Anyway, keep up the good work!

Thank you! Yes, once you start deep-diving into the lore, you notice all the inconsistencies and it’s annoying.

To try to answer your questions, though, I suppose whoever wrote on the Wiki that Far Cry 5 and New Dawn weren’t canon rightly concluded Far Cry 6 couldn’t exist in the same universe if the “Resist” ending, so the true one, happened. Ubisoft already “justified” that when they retconned the series’ timeline and said each game now had its own world. Basically, there isn’t just one “Far Cry universe” anymore but several. Far Cry 5 and New Dawn indeed take place in an alternate universe… but so does each game in the franchise.

Grace explains her dad’s car was ambushed about two weeks before the Deputy arrived, so two weeks before the Reaping. That said, I always find any mention of the Project being openly violent before Joseph’s arrest weird since what most characters say in the game is that cultists only started doing that when the Reaping began. They would do bad things before too, but in secret, and only a few people (like Dutch or Merle) believed they were dangerous but were unable to prove it. However, in an early version of the scenario, they were already terrorizing Hope County long before the Deputy’s arrival, so it seems to me that Grace’s backstory was based on this context instead.

It’s hard to tell when Mary May lost her parents exactly. We just know that happened after the Project arrived and before the Reaping, and that her dad died before her mom… or the opposite if you read the novel Far Cry Absolution in which she also has a brother. Anyway, her father wanted to confront the Project (or John Seed specifically) and never came back home. But again, I find it a bit strange that a group most people in Hope County simply saw as weird but harmless neighbors before the Reaping would risk causing someone’s death like that. Even if it looked like an accident, it’s careless and suspect when you want to lay low.

I imagine it’s difficult to write Far Cry 5 fanfiction when your goal is to remain as faithful to the source material as possible. There are things you have to ignore or try to find justifications for for the story to fully work...

I’m glad you enjoy my posts, though :D

[aceghosts]

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OH THE RECKONING BEGINS (FC5)

Summary: Five years ago, Junior Deputy Blue Murphy disappeared with Joseph Seed at the final standoff, only to be found a year later in Dutch's bunker. Now, five years later from that final standoff, Blue Murphy and Hope County have moved on with their lives. However, new sinister forces threaten Blue's life, and they will have to rely on the man who started this all to survive: Joseph Seed.

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DEAD MAN WALKING (RE)

Summary: In February 2005, Captain Hunter Delaney is tragically killed in action on a BSAA mission in Northern Canada. After their death, scientists and BSAA agents related to the mission start to die. Albert Wesker intends to find out who is killing them, hoping to use this stranger to his advantage.

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BLUE MURPHY

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Ships: x Joseph Seed | x Grace Armstrong | x Bruce Wayne

COMMANDER ROONEY SHEPARD

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Ships: x Thane Krios | x Yorinobu Arasaka

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HUNTER DELANEY

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Ship: x Albert Wesker

SAWYER BEAUMONT

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Ship: x Adam Jensen

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RILEY CALLAHAN

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Ship: x Ingo

EMERSON WRIGHT

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BELLAMY A.K.A. DALLAS WRIGHT

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Ship: x Ulysses

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

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Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch. 

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst. 

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing. 

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit. 

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect. 

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing. 

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing. 

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine. 

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

[afarcry5fromstraight]

woke up to thoughts at 100% speed today sorry FC5 ending SPOILERS [incase that's important to someone]

cannot stop thought cycling about how you wake in dutch's bunker at the very start and he says "you know what that means?" after you hear the radio call

-you're tied to the exact same post/spot as you are in the final scene when joseph says "-you know what that means?" after you come to and dutch is dead.

the full circle FLOORED me the first time I actually put it together.

I'm sure I could've worded this significantly better but I just had to get it out.

the exact same spot, and the same line. one worded in warning as the reaping began, and the other worded in threat and promise.

[juniper-tree]

Seeing so much FC5 stuff makes me want to share my only ship/idea/comfort fantasy which goes like:

Drifter who splits with the seasons rolls into Fall's End one spring and picks up a few shifts at the Spread Eagle.

She's got two old farts giving her eyes every time they show up to drink: one's a prepper who lives in a bunker (yikes) and the other's the fucking sheriff (yikes).

And they hate each other. But she likes them both ok.

Dutch is sweet and generous and takes her out shooting, and Earl is kind and thoughtful and teaches her to fly fish.

She doesn't give them anything but time and friendship, and they don't ask for more, though she starts to think it over...

She kinda likes Holland Valley, thinks maybe she could stay, even past summer, maybe it's a forever kind of place, and she hasn't had one of those for years.

But the bar pay sucks, so she takes up Earl on his offer to work for him and be a cop of all fucking things.

Not much more than tossing belligerent drunks and you got plenty of practice there he says, though Dutch begs her not to do it.

This place ain't what you think, darling, shit's gonna go down and it'll go down hard. Yeah sure old man, you say that about everything.

Well, the old man was right.

Both men are a comfort to her through the worst: Dutch tends to her wounds and lets her sleep, Earl takes her down to the river to talk it out.

And at the end of it all, Dutch is screaming over the radio, the deputies are dead in the wreck, and she's dragging Earl half-alive down those bunker steps and letting doors fall shut behind her.

There are no Seeds down there, no death. Only the three of them surviving together while the world burns.

[wrathfulrook]

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