#c: brooklyn greenwish

[nightwingshero]

FC5 Anniversary Gift Exchange ‘23 Part 1/2

I got @yokobai for the Far Cry 5 Exchange event!!! I was so excited to learn about your beautiful ocs, and I was inspired by the commission you had received for Brooke’s confession, so I wrote a little piece for it. I hope you like it! (A little nsfw with mention of knives.) Thank you so much @detectivelokis for putting this together, it was so much fun!!!

There was something eerily comforting about this room for John—whether it was the way it felt as if the outside was worlds away or if just the work done there soothed him. It was hard to say. And as he hummed to himself, strolling through as he admired the clean knife between his tattooed fingers, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the reason why he seemed eager for the confession he was about to receive.

She, of course, didn’t see it as he walked so slowly from behind her.

There was a high-pitched creaking that echoed off the solid walls, metal on metal rubbing together as she swayed ever so slightly—tiptoeing the ground as she hung there, waiting. John continued to take his time as she moved, the handcuffs digging into her wrist as she hung from the chained hook attached to the ceiling. John was very thorough when his confession room was put together and made sure that he had all the essential tools he would ever need to help the lost souls reach Atonement and reach the Gates of Eden. There was little, if nothing, John wouldn’t do to obtain that. And it filled him with something warm, something almost ravish, as the sight of her waiting for her turn—a confession she had willingly sought him for.

Brooke just watched him.

Her green eyes almost glowed with the lights that painted the room in a warm, almost red glow. So fitting for the process he had told himself on multiple occasions, more often than not when his hands held another shade of red. But John took his time as he approached his workbench, making a show of organizing tools that were already thoroughly cleaned and laid out, he had made sure of such. Nothing but the best for her, not when she was so Faithful, not when she was so devoted. To the Project. To Joseph. To him.

Finally, with that thought in mind, he turned towards her. She was beautiful—no, she was more than that. She was divine. All was bare to him, save for the black underwear, and he didn’t even hide the way his eyes roamed—appreciating more than just the canvas she offered so that she would forever carry her sin. No, there was always something quite alluring to the woman handcuffed and hanging for him, something that always seemed borderline bewitching that he couldn’t quite see himself walking completely away from it. The power he held was starting to get to his head, making him dizzy and drunk off it, so he cleared his throat and offered a small smile. Something he had hoped seemed reassuring and placating as he found the perfect spot. He could already see the words etched there, his hands working across her.

“Are you ready to confess?” he asked, his voice coming out huskier—heavier—than he intended but he didn’t quite mind as she shivered. The metal moaned in protest.

“Yes.” she answered. Firmly, straightforward, doubtless. Because Brooke believed. Because Brooke was committed. Because Brooke was starting to imagine those hands on her too.

At that, John smiled. John, who was the Baptist, who helped the followers become closer to God, smiled his devil smile as he stepped so close to her and carefully, lifted her legs up and up…until they rested on his hips. Instinctively, Brooke wrapped them around, hooking her feet together as John gripped her hips—almost painfully. “Stay right there. And tell me, Brooke, what is your sin?”

“Sloth.” She breathed and John was so close, he could feel the heat of it and he couldn’t quite manage the urge that had those fingers digging into the meat of her hips. Bruises would form, evidence of his own sin, but he could atone for that later, and he a had plan forming for that as he continued.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” he mused, the sacred words falling from his tongue as if they belonged to him—as if he had more right than any holy man before him. “Maybe a bit too long?” He watched with such intensity as she swallowed, his eyes following every movement of it, and it took her a few seconds too long to realize he expected her answer—that magic word that drove him forward.

“Yes.” She breathed and he found a thrill in the way her breath caught, barely audible but he made sure that no detail escaped him. He would savor this for as long as he could, as long as he could hold out, of course. John knew he couldn’t rush perfection, but the urge was there—he wanted to devour.

John clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, his blue eyes taking a darker shade as he offered a grin—showing her the wolf inside—and leaned in to whisper to her like a lover would. “Tell me about your sin, Ms. Greenwish.” The tip of his blade pressed against her skin, the perfect spot just between her hip and naval, and he already couldn’t wait to admire his handiwork once it was over. He wanted it just like this, easy to access and intimate, any way to be close to her with her legs wrapped so lewdly around him. There wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t want to explore, to claim, and he gave one last smile to her. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

And the blade cut deep as her offering fell from her lips.

[nightwingshero]

Lay me down in the river, love me like I'm a sinner Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down If I drown in the river, will my soul be delivered? Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down

Brooklyn Greenwish

FC5 Exchange Gift 2/2 for @yokoba

Thank you again to @detectivelokis for organizing the event, its been a lot of fun! You did an amazing job with everything!!!