#joseph seed x female deputy

[axelflare9700]

Joseph Seed x Deputy Riley Colt

[seedofjoseph]

sweet talk

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn

Relationship(s): Joseph Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 650

Author's note: This newest episode of my FC:ND AU is sweeter than the previous one (link). Check out the Jacob & John episodes here: link & link

"Right there," your voice shook, your heart skipped a beat and your hair stood on end. "R-right there," you opened your mouth wide, tossed your head all the way back, and sunk further down into the furs. "That's the fucking spot."

He tutted, halting his healing touch on your swollen sole. "No profanities."

"Are you f-" you bit your lip and swallowed the cuss word. And, because your craving for Joseph Seed's love ate away at you faster than any famine could, you begged the man sitting below you, on his knees, at your feet: "Please."

"Please what?"

"You know."

From atop his cot, you looked down at him with pleading eyes. As always, you found Joseph's clear, sky-blue eyes looking back. But, unlike most days, he clouded one by closing it. By winking.

"No," he opened both his eyes again. If you had blinked, you would've missed it. "I don't know, so you'll have to tell me," his hands latched onto the foot in his lap, lifting it. "And you'll have to do it without using cuss words."

"Father," you gasped out rather than speak up. "Please don't stop," you pushed the foot deeper into his warm palm. "Please, Father," you traced his lap with the toes still resting on it.

His eyes were fixated on yours, only moving to take in your mouth and the shape of it as his appellative passed your lips. Even so, the warmth of your bare sole seeped through his worn-out trousers, and all his blood flow was focused on that one spot over his crotch. And it only took one twitch for him to start pressing his thumb on your spot again.

The Father spoke softly as if the air around you had thinned. "You've been suffering in silence, haven't you?" His sigh was heavy and hot as it hit the chaffed flesh of your foot. "You hold your head up high even as your own legs buckle under you," he kissed your aching ankle where your old boots have been bruising you. "My sweet girl, why didn't you come to me sooner?" He continued circling the sweet spot on his sweet girl's sole. "My sweet, prideful girl," his free hand slid across his prideful girl's swelling belly.

You wanted to explain yourself by going over all the new calming concoctions Faith has come up with since your two previous pregnancies. And you wanted to excuse yourself by pointing out his holy man priorities which were many, the mother of his children being just one of them.

"Father," you laid back on the cot, into the furs. Then, you teased the swell in his pants as he traced the swell of your belly. "Please, I need it," you moaned, melting under him like ice caps in the nuclear summer. "I need you."

Now, as you looked at him through tearful eyes, you saw a storm forming in his. Through the thick lump in your throat, you called to him, and he climped up on all fours to join you in his cot. He looked at you and you knew that he was flesh and blood like you. You knew that this holiest of men was you man, and you were now, for the third time, of his flesh and blood. And he was now, for the third time, worshipping your bountiful body with the same awe you watched God's new world bloom.

"My sweet girl," he cupped your face, his forehead falling atop of yours. "My sweetest girl," he kissed each of your eyes close, then your lips, and, finally, he lifted your legs atop his shoulders and kissed his way down to your sweetest spot. "All you had to do was beg."

[skoll-sun-eater]

Dessert; FC5 oneshot fic

Here's a snippet of something I just finished.

Just experimenting with how to write different 'situations' ;)

Warnings: Slight BDSM descriptions. Nothing too graphic, but there is the air of Sub/Dom language and interactions going on.

Pairings: Deputy OC Phedra/Jacob Seed. Deputy OC Phedra/John Seed. Deputy OC Phedra/Joseph Seed.

Just the brothers tonight, with the exception of the deputy as the main guest of honor. The deputy has become a permanent part of the scenery among the Seed family.

Jacob captured her and put her through the ringer in the first couple of trials. But she has- other purposes far more beneficial than the brothers could have imagined.

They all gather around in John’s dining room and they enjoy small portions of food, quite small. The arrangement and vittles are carefully laid on John’s cedar wood table. He set out crystal glass plates with crisp beige, cloth napkins folded in triangular puffs.

“Hmm, you brought out your finest crap huh Johnny?” Jacob says, teasing his indulgent baby brother.

The look of annoyance is visible on the Baptist’s countenance. “Of course, I want to show Miss Dawson that we’re not the uncivilized animals that the resistance likes to paint us out to be.” John scoffs.

The three pull out their chairs and take their seats. But the deputy is left in idle, waiting to be told what to do next. Though she’s a guest, she acts much like a servant.

“C’mere Phedra, you have permission to sit at the table.” Jacob finally beckons to the woman. She’s being tested for her obedience.

Phedra takes a seat in between Jacob at his side and John who sits at the head of the table. Joseph sits across from Phedra facing her. She’s in his direct line of sight, it’s unnerving, how he looks at her through his yellow aviators, watching. She knows why, this dinner isn’t so much about the actual food.

But…

“Really? Sunglasses at night?”

“Excuse me my child,” Joseph’s voice cuts through Phedra’s thoughts of belittling of his choice of attire. “Would you please pour myself and my brothers some wine?”

Phedra looks to Jacob for instruction. “Go on, if they ask ya to do something, you do it.”

Phedra rises from her seat, and reaches across for a bottle Merlot John had set on the dining table. She sidesteps her way and pours the wine into the sparkling crystal glasses.

“You look lovely this evening, my dear Miss Dawson. Quite…” John looks her up and down, like he’s surveying a tall tree from his chair. “…provocative.” He simpers at her as she retreats back to her chair.

Perhaps he isn’t wrong about how she is presented, Jacob specifically chose this dress for her tonight. A deep ultramarine blue dress, backless halter with the neck plunging down to her navel. It was quite short and fit all the contours of her athletic but full curvy figure.

Read the rest here in the link below, if interested.

Thank you for stopping by.

[starlightreign]

Seed family glow up part 1 : Rook and Joseph

[flare-queen]

Some fun screenshots from the arcade, with the Seeds and Deputy Riley Colt.

[inafieldofdaisies]

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I'm dropping bits and pieces from Chapter 9, this it the final WIP post on it before I post the whole thing sometime later this week.

After taking few minutes to shake off the sleep and what remained of the awful dream, Sabrina got up, her eyes focusing on their bags by the door. She knew it was time to stop avoiding the inevitable, so she picked them up and put them on the bed, methodically pulling out clothes and folding them in a dresser at the far end of the room. When Savannah's things were neatly sorted away, she moved onto her own bag, opening the zipper and taking out garments until something made her freeze and blink in confusion. What the fuck. The lacy bralette John had picked up back in her room and joked about was now in her hands, when she had put it back into her underwear drawer. To make things worse, tucked between a pair of jeans further down into the bag was what he probably deemed as the matching panties. No way. There was only one explanation, and she laughed at the ridiculous idea, until she remembered his lack of boundaries and how he was on his own in her room for a short while. But why would you even… She thought back to what she could only describe as lust filled looks he had given her then, how he always managed to invade her personal space. Thinking I'm putting these on? Watch me burn them in the fireplace, Seed.

[John is a broody boy and misses dinner because he's conflicted af]

She was set on catching him as he came home, on not letting him sneak off without getting anwers. Even if she fell asleep on the couch, it was a better alternative than waking Savannah up with her reoccurring nightmare. As she waited she took her time to snoop around the living room, shooting another look of disgust at the portrait of Joseph. Something that kept tempting her since her arrival was a landline that was placed on a side table there. With her sister fast asleep she took the chance and picked up the receiver. Who do I even call? Sabrina didn't have many numbers memorized, aside from her ex-partner's number in Portland and her precinct's, The Spread Eagle's since Joey regularly ordered food from it for the Sheriff's Department and the one of the jail her mother was serving her time at. She knew she could depend on Leslie to believe her and get outside help, that he would go as far as finding a way to storm the County even with the lockdown Eden's Gate was enforcing. She took a deep breath and dialed his number, but the line refused to connect.

"Fuck. Why did I even think it would work?", she whispered, then set on punching in the bar's digits next. The same thing happened again, making her huff in frustration. Then another strange number that was haphazardly jotted down at the the phone itself caught her eye. "What do we have here?", she stared at it in curiosity and before she could stop herself she dialed it. Seconds passed by that put her on edge, making her question her choice as she feared who would pick up and wondered if she should hang up. Instead an automated voice finally responded, "You have one new message from September, 4th." "Voicemail, thank fuck.", she released the breath she was holding and held the receiver to her ear as the machine prompted the caller to leave a message after the tone. The voice she heard next spread goosebumps over her skin, an awful reminder of the arrest and the constant nightmare that haunted her. "After all the Atonements, all the Confessions, all that you've done for me and Eden's Gate is not enough, is it, John? I worry what has gotten into you since the Reaping had started. You ignore my calls, anytime I reach out to you I'm met with Mathias on the other side instead, telling me you're busy. It's the urges again, isn't it? You have to cast away your past, John. You need to open up your heart, you need to see that there is more love all around you. All the pain and suffering you spread will not help us in the long run. These actions will only feed the sin inside you. It will grow stronger, it will convince you to do wicked things. Those you scar too deeply, they will heal, they will become carriers of your sin. They will spread that sin to others. I've seen your death in a vision, you are destined to be slayed by your own sin. It will come back around in a new form, it's only a matter of when. I've seen you die young, I've seen you die old. The difference between the two outcomes is how much love you let into your heart. I pray that you hear these words before it's too late. I want to see you become an old man in the Paradise we prepared for. I love you brother." Joseph's voice faded away, replaced by the automated one, "Press 1 to listen to the message again. To delete the message, press 2." Sabrina put down the receiver back in its place, leaning against the table as her mind ran over what she had just heard. "What the hell…", she sighed. She doubted John had listened to the message. What worried her more was the fact Joseph seemed suspicious of his brother's behavior. "If it's so damn important, why leave it in a voicemail, Joseph?", she gritted out. Sabrina wanted to laugh at Joseph's hypocrisy masked as concern. His tone, the ultimatums, subtle guilting, all sounded way too familiar to her. He wanted John to let love into his heart, yet he was enabling him in his quest of hurting others. The Project's pointless torture he called "Confessions", was the reason he almost had died on that road that very morning, she doubted Charlie would be the last one to go after him for revenge. If Joseph wanted someone to blame, he didn't have to look far. "And Savannah is now in the middle of it all.", she bit her lip, the frustration making her restless. Joseph's warnings were a cryptic mess, hinting at someone's arrival. She had no doubt if he ever finds out about her visions, he'd declare her to be that person, convince John she would cost him his life, when she had seen him alive as disaster struck, the event his brother predicted as "The Collapse". "You're going to live, Seed. I'm going to make sure of it, then your brother will show his true face. His type always do eventually." She didn't delete the voicemail, instead retreated back to the couch and wrapped a blanket around herself. It was way past midnight when she heard the front door open and quiet footsteps carrying towards the stairs. John was either set on ignoring her completely or hadn't noticed her sitting in the dimly-lit living room.

After the realization he missed Sabrina and looking into her phone, John threw himself into Confessions even harder, convincing himself at one point he'd manage to exorcise her out of his thoughts. He found himself making Wyatt bring in Sinner after Sinner until 12 am rolled around. By then he could tell the man was exhausted and quite suspicious at the urgency he was showcasing. His people were used to him burying himself in work prior to Sabrina's arrival, but never really to that extreme, so he wrapped up the last Confession for the day reluctantly. He parted ways with Wyatt and after cleaning up and picking up his things, John got into a truck and headed back to the Ranch. On his way over he contemplated if sleeping on the couch at his office like he'd done so many times before was a better idea, but he was aching for a shower and his own bed for once. He hoped Sabrina would be asleep, that she would have taken the hint, and keep her distance. He didn't want to face her, not that night, not when no matter how much he tried to focus on the Sinners in his chair, thoughts of her poured back in little by little until he felt like he was drowning.Until the Confessions became the distraction while she turned into the main thing occupying his mind.

John parked the truck, releasing Mathias from his post for the night, the man gave him a strange look as he passed him on the way to the front door. Bennett knew his moods well after working together for years, so he left with a simple "Goodnight". He stepped inside, navigating the living room in the darkness, moonlight and memories of the layout guiding him to the stairs, to the safety of his room. "You're here.", her voice stopped him in his tracks, the one thing he had been yearning to hear the whole day, instead of Hartley's whiny voice or the Sinners' neverending screams as he released their sins. John's lack of response didn't discourage Sabrina. "I have a feeling you're ignoring me for some unknown to me reason, but I don't deal with situations like that, John.", she sighed, "You told me we'd go over the fine details of the deal, so let's talk like adults. And… Savannah waited for you at dinner." John stole a glance her way, memorizing the way her gray hair picked up the faint light from the windows as she sat on the couch. She looked almost illusory. A part of him wished she'd disappear and take the urges with her. "You gonna reply at some point or am I as good as talking to a wall here, or maybe one of the taxidermy animals? Scary fuckers." He couldn't help a smirk from emerging on his face at her undying wit, still he kept his silence, gripping the railing, while his feet remained rooted at the spot, unwilling to move. He had no idea how long he stayed like that until he heard Sabrina let out another disappointed sigh as she got up from the couch. Her footsteps nearing him, anticipation raising in him at her approach, at the unknown. What are you up to, Deputy? She simply breezed past him, her own feet hitting the first step, as she said, "Fine, play your childish games on your own, Seed. Goodnight."

He wasn't holding the railing anymore, instead grabbing her hand as she passed him and turning her around until she was facing him, one step above him, bringing them to the same eye level. John's gaze drank her in hungrily: running over the tight blank tank top that hugged her form and matching sleep pants she was wearing all in contrast to her fair skin. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves, her tattoo was peaking out under the straps, teasing him. His fingers were still wrapped around her wrist, her pulse beating against them, picking up as the seconds passed. "Sabrina.", it was the first thing he had said since entering the ranch. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, as they searched his. "So you do speak… Can we move onto full sentences next? I'm kind of on my way to bed." John's gaze shifted to her forearm, the sight of a bandage making him smile. He felt pride at the fact she had listened to him and taken care of the wound. "Okay, this is officially awkward.", Sabrina pursed her lips, the move drawing his attention to them. His free hand grabbed a piece of her hair, wrapping it around his fingers, her breath hitching as he said, "Kept you waiting again, didn't I?" She shook her head, "Nope, you're not doing this again. I have questions, John. I'm not in the mood for whatever game you're playing." He couldn't help but smile at the fire in her gaze, "Tomorrow, Deputy, we're both exhausted." "How do I know you will keep that promise? I left you a plate, you know. Even though you didn't show up." Her words held a note of disappointment while her face remained passive. "I'm sorry." "Do you mean that, or is this another act?" Sabrina wasn't holding back, her eyes shining in conviction. "I mean it, Sabrina." "Why are you avoiding me?" "Just doing us both a favor." The cryptic reply made her roll her eyes, "You're just going to keep doing this, eh? Fine, one last thing. Did you pack things for me while I was gone from the room?" John raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion while knowing full well she was talking about the lacy number he had shoved into the duffel bag, but he wasn't going to incriminate himself. Sabrina ripped her hand out of his grip, shaking her head, "Let me guess, you have no idea what I'm talking about?" "Yes.", he challenged. "You're unbeliavable. First chance I get, I'm throwing them in that fancy fireplace of yours, John." "Now that would be a shame." "I thought you didn't know what I meant? Are you getting rusty, Mr. hotshot lawyer? Losing track of your claims?", her lips curved into a triumphant smirk. "I assure you, Sabrina, nothing is rusty about me." She rolled her eyes and took a few steps up, holding the railing for security while she was still facing him, anticipating he might try to stop her from retreating again, when there was enough distance between them and no indication for anything nefarious, she turned her back, headed to her own room. As she made it on the second floor she called out, "We're talking tomorrow, Seed. I'm holding you to it." "Wouldn't expect anything else, Deputy." Good, walk away, before I do something we both regret. He waited until he heard her door close before he climbed upstairs too, preparing himself for another night where she would reign over his dreams, wearing allure like a second skin. Promising all kinds of sinful things if he just gives in. Daring him to forego Eden.

Bonus scene because I know y'all love Savannah.

"Where did he go?" To his bunker. But saying that would raise even more questions, instead she replied by simply saying, "He had some business to take care of. He's a lawyer, you know, boring adult things." Torture. Kidnapping. Murder. Running a cult. Checking crimes off his list at a rate that would make him into any lawyer's worst nightmare. Hell, he'd probably represent himself. Just boring adult things. Savannah giggled, "Does he wear an actual suit?"

[paradlselost]

RADIO WAVES

john seed x female deputy

My first fanfic on here so apologies for anything wrong. I’ve only stalked other fics, never posted myself. Also not my favorite writing 🙏

Inspired by Adelaide’s voice line: “John Seed hunched over his map getting a hard-on by the sound of his own voice …” she’s literally me, I need him carnally. It’s been years and I think about him 24/7 (I’m supposed to be working on midterms help.)

John Seed x Fem!Deputy. CW: SMUT - dirty talk, radio sex, masturbation (m).

Night descended onto the Valley, crickets sang their sharp tune outside the concrete walls of the bunker. Peggies had long since stopped pacing the halls, preparations for the sabbath now over, a good night's rest being the last thing on their checklist.

But for one John Seed, sleep was the last thing on his mind.

Static echoed over his radio, body leaning against the table adorned with gashes and crevasses from the many times he ran a blade over the once fine wood. His fingers traced over his tattoo gun anxiously, one hand reaching to grab the handset.

“Can someone fucking answer me? Huh? You better not get a single scratch on one of my planes!” He shouted over the comms, fingers trembling with the sheer amount of anger that flowed through his veins. These were the chosen, the best pilots out of the entire congregation?

What a joke.

He slammed the hand radio back on the table at the answer of static. He had sent out three planes, none responded. There was no way she could’ve taken them all down, was there?

He didn’t turn at the sound of the door opening behind him, nor at one of his Peggie’s asking if he was okay. No, instead he stayed hunched over the table, seething. He gripped the handle of his tattoo gun now, his knuckles turning white. This was the last thing he needed, a lowly cultist practically cooing over a Herald like he was a child.

Grasping the gun, he turned and threw it at the wall beside whatever Peggie decided to have a shred of decency to check on him, shouting expletives as they hurriedly left and shut the door. The tool now lay on the ground, broken into two pieces.

A sigh fell from his lips as he stood up straight, standing there for a moment and observing what he had broken. Wrath. Joseph would be upset if he saw his little brother like this. Slicking back any strands that fell from his perfect hair, he grabbed the pieces of his precious tattoo gun.

“Holy shit, is this thing still working?”

He tensed at the sound of a familiar someone speaking over his radio. The audacity of her, did she not know she had a direct line to the youngest Seed? He wasn’t in the mood for her voice to be crooning over his comms.

“Sharky get over here, lay down a beat I’m gonna start spitting.”

He heard her laugh, almost as if she was carefree, opposite to how she had cried when he straddled her, carving her sin into her flesh for her to adorne, to show everyone what a sinner she was. Her own personalized scarlet letter. She was such a beautiful crier, if he could have bottled up her tears and kept them forever he would’ve.

He traced his fingers over the gun once more, this time not in a bid to calm himself down, but out of reminiscence. How he had held it tight as the two of them sat on the floor of that church, how he had grabbed her chin when she awoke, how she thrashed and cried and almost ruined her perfect carving. Now he had gone and broken it.

Somewhere between Henbane River’s resident pyromaniac making noises that could barely be considered beatboxing and the Deputy poorly rhyming ‘Bliss’ and ‘diss,’ he interjected.

“Ah- now that’s not very nice, is it, Deputy?”

He was met with not the deafening sound of static, but silence this time. For a moment, he thought she had run at the sound of his voice, he would’ve relished in that thought had she not been the only thing keeping him sane. Ironic.

“I save my kindness for people who deserve it, Seed.” The playfulness didn’t leave her voice as she shooed Sharky away, her companion rolling his eyes and probably leaving to go to the pizza diner. Privacy when talking to John Seed was a must, she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed over teasing him.

“I don’t deserve it? I’m a fairly good person.” He scoffed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he moved from tracing his tattoo gun to tracing the map pinned to the table in front of him.

“Kidnapping, torture, murder, that’s all being a good person to you?”

“You call it that because you’re blind to the good intentions of Eden’s Gate. Do you take joy in misinterpreting our mission to save sinners?”

“I-unno. Is there a sin for that too? Gonna carve that into my skin and stare at my tits while you’re at it?”

He could hear the smirk in her voice, how she teased and played with him. He would carve every sin onto her skin if he had the chance, if Joseph would let him. Pride for her unwillingness to see the truth, Envy and Greed for her taking of the compounds that belong to the cult, Sloth for sending her resistance companions to do her bidding, Gluttony for the alcohol she consumed to wash away what she had seen. And Lust, for the feelings she incited in him.

“I never stared at your breasts.”

“Do you like being a fucking liar?”

Her tone was rougher, the only time he had heard her speak to him like that was when Hudson was tied to a chair in front of her, his bunker dark and dingy as it was her decision to choose between who got marked first. When she spoke to him like he was nothing but a bug underneath her boot, when he had to take Hudson out of the room and fix the problem growing in his pants.

“Fuck.”

He didn’t mean to slip, to let her know the absolute power she had over him. Ever since he saw her in the church, when she handcuffed his brother and attempted to arrest him, he knew it was over for him.

Every thought he had belonged to her, every waking moment and every dream was hers. He was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck? Use your words, John.” She was using his name now, not just resorting to his surname. She was playing into every fantasy that ran through his head, how had he gone years without her? “I’ll ask you again. Do you like being a fucking liar?”

“Mm- no- i'm not a liar-… cmon, where are you?” He whined out softly, tugging on his ‘EG’ belt buckle. His pants had grown uncomfortably tight without his permission.

“Why would I tell you? So you can send your Peggie’s after me again? I don’t think so.”

He bit his bottom lip, cursing himself mentally. He stood up straight, running his hand through his hair exasperatedly, dark blue eyes trailing down to the LUST marking he had over his lower stomach. He was reduced to nothing more than a filthy sinner now.

“It’s a day before the Sabbath, Deputy. Please don’t talk to me like this.”

“Like what? Ohh… are you getting hard at the sound of my voice?”

She was awfully perceptive, though he wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the metallic clinking of his belt buckle as he shedded it from its loops with one hand. He needed some kind of release.

“Fucking -… cmon, don’t do this to me.” His voice was soft and pleading over the radio, something she had never heard from him. He seemed so needy, the way his breath picked up, the small pants that escaped his pretty lips. She could only imagine how he looked now.

“A day before the sabbath just means you can atone tomorrow, doesn’t it? Cmon, I know you wanna be a good boy f’me.”

God, he tensed at her words. Fingers greedily grabbing at his pants, playing with them till they pooled at his ankles, tattooed fingers massaging the fabric of his blue boxers, a small patch darker than the rest as his precum stained the polyester.

She had power over him, and she knew it too.

“Hnmm - keep ta-talking please…”

“God, you really are pathetic aren’t you? First Herald of Eden’s Gate whimpering for the resistance leader over his peggies radio.”

His head buried against the crook of his arm that rested on the beaten up table. Pretty blue eyes fluttered shut as his fingers delicately wrapped around his angry red tip. Dick gently throbbing in his hand at her words.

John Seed, deemed the most sadistic out of the entire fucking cult, reduced to a whiny, submissive mess from the Deputys harsh tone. If anyone found out about this, he’d never be able to live it down.

Soft spouts of precum dripped over his fingers as he pumped his aching cock, a small layer spread over his flesh. What a pathetic display, what a man to let lust consume him once more. He felt like he was that Lawyer again, hopped up on cocaine and whiskey just to give him a nice buzz. But now, he had the Deputy, and she was better then any substance he had had before.

“Don’t f-fucking stop.” How many times had he said that years ago? How many women had made him feel like this? His years before reuniting with Joseph were a blur, but he remembered the longing feeling he felt. Different was he now, but still pining for something out of his reach. “When I-I get you I’m going to-“

His words were cut off by a pathetic whine as his hand slicked back from his tip, starting on the base and pumping his throbbing member. How pretty she would look with her lips wrapped around him, her eyes all teary as she took him down her throat.

“Gonna what? Finish your sentence, baby.”

Gonna coat your mouth, make you cry for me like you had in that church. He wanted to say, wanted to flip it around on her, make her cover his fingers with her arousal. But he didn’t, he couldn’t. John Seed was a taker, and right now he was too caught up in his pleasure.

His cock was throbbing uncomfortably in his hand, veins flowing with blood, he felt close and he had barely started, but the sound of her voice could make him cum in his hand in an instant. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to swallow the weak whines and moans that threatened to spill from him for her, though most escaped anyways.

Soft, pathetic ‘please’s we’re all he could respond with, they fell from his lips like a prayer - one only she could hear. He was good, good for her, he deserved to cum in his hand, didn’t he?

“Hmm after all you put me through, I think a good apology would be a nice way to end this, don’t you?”

He could practically hear the delight in her voice as she noticed how close he was, she reveled in the fact she had brought him to his knees through her tone alone. He was putty in her hands, molded and contorted into a submissive shape.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m sorry-“

He whined out, back arching from the wooden desk as his hand pumped faster around his aching cock. A soft ‘tsk’ came over the radio waves, causing another whine to fall from his lips. “Cmon - i-i said sorry-“

“You pray with that mouth? Again. Lose the swearing.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

“There you go, that’s a good boy.”

He moaned at her words, legs trembling slightly. One, two, three more pumps and he absolutely came undone. Ropes of cum messing his hands and the concrete floor below him, a panting and whining mess of a man as he stroked himself till he was empty.

When he lifted his head and the cool air of the bunker hit his flushed cheeks, the clarity set in. He had just fucked himself with his hand over the Deputy of all people; all on his radio. Hurriedly, he pulled up his boxers and jeans, wiping up the mess on the floor and on his hands with a towel.

The familiar sound of static from the radio setting in once more. She must’ve destroyed what was left of the plane. What a fucking mess.

A congregation was held the next morning in Joseph’s church, bells ringing above sung for the holy day, John made his way past Jacob and Faith to his seat behind the podium. Faith was giggling about something or another, probably high off bliss, and Jacob was scowling at him slightly.

“I know you were always the youngest, but I didn’t think you’d be so weak, Brother. Even Faith has more resolve then you.”

[wrathfulrook]

Oh John

Part 3 of the Whistling Beaver Voicemail Series but can definitely be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Female Deputy (Patience Ekner) x John Seed

Rating: E

Warnings: Dubcon at best, because Bliss :)

Word count: ~1.8k

Summary: Faith offers John 24 hours of access to her special Angel as a peace offering. And John never turns down a gift.

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Faith leaned back and relaxed in bed while the former deputy dutifully licked between her legs. She really needed to unwind.

John had been a holy terror these past few weeks. Micromanaging her outreach, being short with her at services, radioing her at all hours of the night to complain about how she was running her region. He was throwing a temper tantrum.

She knew why, too. It was obvious. He was jealous.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

John had always been at least little jealous of her. After all, she’d replaced him as the baby of the family. Then she’d completed the Path, she’d perfected the Bliss, she even completed Joseph’s Word, essentially replacing him as the favorite. That had surely been bad enough in his eyes, but he kept his envy in check. He remained brotherly, kind, even friendly. They’d gotten along well.

And then she had elevated the deputy.

Her brother had many strengths, but subtlety was not among them. She’d known his interest in the deputy had gone beyond that of a baptist and potential convert. But she certainly hadn’t expected him to throw a fit. And definitely not a fit lasting this long.

He had wanted the deputy, but too bad. Faith had cracked her first, elevated her to an Angel, and now had her all to herself. You couldn’t always get what you want.

Still though, John was grating on her nerves. And she’d never admit it to him, but he’d been her favorite brother before he started acting out about this. She wanted that relationship back nearly as much as she wanted some peace and quiet. And although she was very much not the one at fault here, she could be the mature one and extend an olive branch, she’d be willing to share.

She turned her hooded eyes to her Angel, still buried between her legs. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, Angel…”

~~~

John looked disdainfully down at the head bobbing up and down between his legs.

What a waste.

She could’ve been so much more, so much better, than just another braindead Angel of his sister’s. If only she hadn’t been hiding away in the Henbane. If only Faith had played fair, instead of drugging her out of her mind…

He could’ve easily brought her into the flock if he’d only been given a chance. He could’ve cut the wrath out of her and molded her into a perfect disciple of the Father. And she, just like every other sinner he converted, would have adored him.

Perhaps then she would have been working between his legs of her own volition, and not because her Bliss-addled mind made her so suggestible.

Instead, Faith had shown up at his door this morning, the brainless former deputy in tow. His sister had practically shoved the other woman into his arms. She’d made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that the Angel was completely his for 24 hours, in exchange for the return of peace between the siblings. Though John absolutely felt Faith had a part of the blame to share, he was never one to turn down a gift.

John brought a hand down to the blonde hair below him, pulling the woman off his hard, leaking cock and guiding her a bit lower. As she focused her mouth on his balls, a string of precum caught in her hair. She was determined, single-minded. He had no complaints about her technique, per se. Her tongue licked up the seam between his balls. She sucked them into her hot mouth, releasing each with a wet pop. Yet, there was something missing…

John pushed her off of himself, and she fell to the floor. Tucking himself back into his pants, no easy task in his current state, he looked down at her with an eyebrow raised, waiting for her to react in some way to being pushed to the floor like refuse. She didn’t. She simply righted herself and sat back on her heels.

That was the problem. Her lack of reaction. Her lack of enthusiasm. She was like an automaton, just going through the motions. He didn’t know what value his sister could see in a toy like that.

“Follow me.”

John turned and headed up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t look back, trusting she had been trained well enough to follow.

As he entered the bedroom he told her flatly, “On the bed. Kneel.”

The deputy knelt on the edge of the bed, facing him as he stripped off his clothes. He wasn’t putting on a show for her, but still, her lack of reaction was… unsettling. John had undressed for many people before, and he didn’t think it was prideful to acknowledge that his body tended to be… appreciated. Instead, she stared at him with her pink lips slightly parted and her gray eyes vacant and glazed over, almost green-tinted from the Bliss poisoning.

Standing before her, completely bare, John narrowed his eyes as he searched hers. He was looking for something, anything. But her eyes were completely blank. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to ejaculate directly onto her unfocused, uncaring eyes. A small, sadistic smile tugged at his lips when he realized he could do exactly that. He could do anything, and she’d sit there quietly and take it. Perhaps Faith’s preferences weren’t to be totally dismissed…

His eyes scanned the pale, freckled flesh kneeling before him as he approached the bed. He fisted a hand in her tousled hair and yanked her head back, pulling her long neck taut and forcing her face to look directly up at him. His eyes swept down her form, but stopped at her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly.

Why rapidly?

Curiously, he brought up his other hand and brought it down in a harsh smack against one of her breasts. In addition to the sound of skin on skin, John unmistakably heard the former deputy’s breath hitch.

“Ohhhh,” he crooned softly into her ear. “You’re not so unresponsive after all, are you?”

He lewdly licked a wet stripe up her neck, still pulled taut by his hold on her hair, and watched in fascination as her pink nipples stiffened in response. Dropping his hold on her hair, he brought his tattooed fingers up to pinch and play with them, admiring the contrast of his inked skin on the smooth, unmarred expanse of her.

She was like a blank canvas.

A wicked idea entered his head. He doubted Faith would appreciate if he took a knife or tattoo gun to her toy. Depending on where…

John twisted her nipples, hard, before ordering her to stay and leaving the room. When he came back a few minutes later with his tattoo supplies, she remained obediently on her knees, a red mark beginning to form where he’d slapped her.

Setting up everything he’d need, he felt certain Faith wouldn’t mind this. She may even like it. And even if not, it would be discrete enough that she’d forgive him easily. Especially discrete on someone who never spoke.

With the gun ready in his right hand, he held out his left to her and said simply, “Tongue.”

He smirked when she stuck her tongue out without hesitation. He pinched it between his forefinger and thumb, holding it snug. He glanced quickly to her foggy eyes, warning her to be still, before he was inking her, tracing the same lines he had drawn over and over, on so many believers.

She stayed obediently still as he worked, even keeping her tongue out when he put the gun away and came back to clean the new tattoo. He smiled as he backed up to take in the full, finished picture: the mindless deputy, kneeling naked on his bed, eyes vacant and tongue lolling out, the Project cross bold and black on the pink tissue. She looked perfect.

“Come here.” He crooked a finger to coax her over, chuckling when she kept her tongue out as she did so.

John brought up a single finger to push her tongue back into her mouth before harshly gripping her hips and pulling her soft, warm, naked body to press against his. He backed up, keeping her close until the back of his legs hit an armchair. He fell back into it, pulling the Angel down to straddle his lap. Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and slipped it easily into her wet, waiting heat before pulling her forcefully down until he was fully hilted inside her.

His fingers gripped her hips with enough strength to bruise as he let out a laugh. “That wet? What was it? The tattoo? Do you like pain, Deputy?” He let go of her hips and wrapped a hand around her neck, roughly pulling her face to his. “You’re in the right place, then.”

He squeezed her neck, firmly. He felt a smile form slowly on his face as her face reddened with a lack of air, then tinged with blue. Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t fight back. She sat there on his cock and let him choke the life out of her. Eventually he laughed and released her, leaning back in the chair and giving her only seconds to recover.

“Ride me.”

Face still red, her breath barely caught, she began bouncing up and down on his lap.

He laughed at how eagerly she obeyed his orders. “Good girl…”

John leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her gripping so tightly around him, sliding up and down his shaft. He watched her breasts swing up and down as she worked him with her body before eventually bringing his hands up to play with them.

“You feel amazing,” he hissed so lowly he was unsure if she could hear him. “You know, this isn’t the path I would have laid out for you, but I’ll admit it suits you. You make a much better toy than you do a deputy.”

She continued to ride him, lips parting, becoming more and more frenzied as she did, and he laughed loudly in surprise.

“Yeah? You getting excited? You were made for this. The perfect little cockwarmer.” He nearly growled at her when he said, “You’re fucking wasted on Faith.”

He grabbed her hips and forced her down on his cock once again, grinding her down onto him as came deep inside her. He laid back, trying to relax, but she kept twitching around him, clearly desperate for own release.

“You want to come, too, Deputy?”

He smirked at her, brought a hand up to lovingly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. And then slapped her across the face.

“We still have nearly 20 hours together, my dear. Let’s see if you earn it.”

[direwombat]

direwombat's fic masterlist

decided to go ahead and pull together a quick masterlist of my fic since not everything is in the same spot. will do my best to keep this up to date lol

far cry 5

jacob seed x female rook [nonspecific deputy]

fragile creatures (on collision with our judgment day) | M | currently on haitus (rip)

claim me, oh claim me | E 🔞🔞🔞| a/b/o au smut

oc: deputy sybille la roux

a room with a view | E 🔞🔞🔞| AO3, tumblr | sybille enjoys her view from jacob's room at the veterans center

the howling | M | AO3, tumblr | witch syb x werewolf jacob supernatural au

wrapped (not in linen or lace, but leather) | E | AO3, tumblr | syb gets railed while wearing a collar.

until it takes | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3 , tumblr | jakesyb + breeding kink

paperwork | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3, tumblr | jacob catches sybille snooping through his files. he punishes her accordingly.

prompt fill | T | jacob and sybille share a moment after their battle

prompt fill | M 🔞🔞 | jacob and sybille have a little wrestle in the woods

prompt fill | M 🔞🔞 | Caress to the cheek after a moment together + jakesyb

prompt fill | M | Chin lift to make you look directly at their eyes that just make you follow aimlessly and without much force really. (bonus if they kiss afterward) + jakesyb

prompt fill | E 🔞🔞🔞 | sybille surrenders herself to jacob

prompt fill | T | ⛑ - Some tender first-aid + sybjoey

prompt fill | T | 💤 A few extra hours of sleep and ✋ A hand carding gently through their hair + jakesyb

fc 5 polycule au

run rabbit, run | M 🔞🔞 | jacob seed and kit cross hunt their prey through the woods

oc: augustine la roux

a mouth full of praise | E 🔞🔞🔞 | AO3, tumblr | joseph seed x cultist!original male character

general

confiteor | T | AO3, tumblr | in the wake of john's death, sybille goes to joseph to confess.

uncharted

oc: paola orsini

wine drunk | T |

prompt fill | Gen | paola has dinner with rafe

party favor | Gen | done for oc kiss week

[axelflare9700]

"Forgive me father for I've Sinned"

[kittiofdoom]

aHHHHHHHHHHH @redreart is amazing please look at how soft this commission of Avery and Joseph is I’m CRY. All the little details and their expressions THE FOREHEAD TOUCHING and they look so happy aHHHHHHHH. 10000/10 you should commission them.

[jedi-mabari]

Sins and Promises

A/N:So, this is my first Far Cry 5 fic, and I hope you guys like it. It’s in an alternate universe where instead of just being an abusive jackweasle, he was the leader of a crazy religious cult.

word count:621 Warnings:Nudity, abuse mentions, 

@smithandrogers because you expressed interest in this, so I’m going to tag you specifically! _____________________________________________________________

Hanna lay in Joseph's arms, her fingers trailing over each scar she could reach. She traced the word sloth that had been cut into his shoulder just below his collar bone, and she struggled not to pull back as he flinched away from her touch.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, balling her hand into a fist, but leaving it on his chest. Joseph reached up and wrapped his fingers around her fist and let out a sigh.

"It's not your fault," he assured, turning his head and placing a kiss in her hair. "I'm just not used to anyone touching them." Hanna sat up and straddled his waist, her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked down at him. She took in all of the scars and tattoos that covered his torso and arms, her finger gliding over the tattoos, careful now to avoid the scars.

"I wish I could take them away," she said, tracing her finger around the word "LUST" which had been carved into the space below his belly button. "Or that I could go back and stop your parents from doing this." She closed her tearful eyes and Joseph sat up, cupping her face in his eyes and making her look at him.

"Please don't focus on things you can't change," he said, wiping tears from her eyes. "These scars don't speak of who I am, but they scream volumes of who carved them into me." He kissed Hanna where her tears had left wet trails. "They aren't who I am, but they are part of me."

Hanna brushed his hands away from her face and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his shoulder. Joseph held her close, his fingers tracing small shapes into her back. Hanna ran her fingers over the word gluttony and fought off a sob. She was so angry that anyone could do that to a person, let alone one as soft and kind as Joseph.

“I don’t think you’re any of these things,” Hanna said softly, her fingers trailing down his back, stopping at the word “Pride” cut into his lower back. She pulled back as he chuckled, his chest shaking with the warm sound.

“I used to be so full of pride,” he said, leaning back to look her in the eyes. He brushed some of her blonde hair from her face, holding her face in the palm of his hand. “And the greed, the sloth, the lust. I used to be so full of those things, but I’m a changed man.” He placed a kiss on her lips, smiling as he pulled away again.

“What would your father think my sin is,” she asked, combing her fingers through his hair. He smiled and leaned back against the headboard, taking her all in, his eyes lingering on her curves as he thought about it.

“Lust, perhaps,” he said, moving his hand to her waist, coaxing her closer to him. “Maybe,” he paused to think, “no, he definitely would have carved wrath here,” he said, drawing his finger across Hanna’s chest.

“Wrath,” she asked, and Joseph nodded.

“He’d have seen your fury with his action, with my mother’s actions, and he would not have hesitated to take the knife to your,” he paused, his eyes taking in her breasts “oh so perfect chest.” Hanna blushed and shook her head.

“How can you make something so disgusting sound like such a beautiful compliment?” Hanna leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his cheek. He moved his hands up, pulling her back into his arms.

“I love you,” he breathed, kissing her cheek. “I would never have let that happen. I would never let anyone hurt you like they hurt me.”

[flare-queen]

Deputy stuck inside the bunker with Joseph Seed, you can imagine tension was high, emotions strong and well when shit hits the fan, bad or good things can happen such as the release of pleasure.

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday (pretend I'm not late) | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton & @direwombat <3 | Tagging @vampireninjabunnies-blog @fourlittleseedlings @detectivelokis @strangefable and anyone that would like to share something

We're arresting Joseph today, folks. Enjoy a snippet from Chapter 3 of Sabrina's story. For the sake of including the end where everything goes down (I feel guilty to cut it out), I'm skipping chunks from the opening of the chapter.

When they entered the church, the atmosphere got even more foreboding. The air was stifling from all the bodies crammed inside. The lighting, numerous phrases scratched into the walls and bird cages dangling from the ceiling invoked a feeling of dread. At the far end Sabrina could see screens with verses and Eden's Gate's version of the cross, the symbol of their Project, between them. "Something is coming. You can feel it, can't you?" From where she stood, Joseph Seed was barely a silhoette, addressing his people from the front of the church. He really was holding a service in the middle of the night. "Gray. He's fucking shirtless too. What is this? Am I about to wake up at the Spread Eagle, with the biggest hangover…", Calahan hissed out. "Not the first time I've arrested a shirtless creep…" Sabrina whispered back, winning a quiet chuckle from Hartley. "We're creeping towards the edge and there will be a reckoning." Joseph's voice was unwavering, even in the presence of so many officers of the law walking towards him. "We know what happens next. They will come. They will try to take from us, take our guns, take our freedom, take our faith. We will not let them." The pews around them were full of people, all getting up from their seats as Whitehorse and the Marshal approached. The hostile stares shifted to Sabrina when she neared the front of the church. "Sheriff, come on,", Burke's impatience struck again, he was done listening to Joseph's ramblings. "Hold on, Marshal." "We will not let their greed or their immorality, or their depravity hurt us anymore." Sabrina got a better look at Joseph Seed and Cal was right- he WAS shirtless, his chest covered in tattoos. On top of that he was wearing yellow aviator glasses indoors at the middle of the night, his darker hair tied back in a manbun… and was holding a rosary in one hand- which was the only thing she could consider normal about his whole appearance during church service. "There will be no more suffering", he continued his speech as Whitehorse tried to keep Burke under control. Sabrina found irony in the fact that earlier he was worried about Cal losing his cool, yet it was the Marshal rushing the arrest and putting them all in danger. Burke held up the warrant, screaming out, "Joseph Seed, I have a warrant issued for your arrest on the suspicion of kidnapping with the intent of harm. Now I want you to step forward and keep your hands where I can see them." At his words some of Joseph's people moved in to stand in front of their leader, all of them armed, ready to defend him with their lives. Fuck. So much for quiet.

Cal's words were barely a whisper, "You say the word, and I'm taking your place, Gray. They're pissed." Instead of addressing Burke, Joseph spoke directly to his followers once more. "There they are, locusts in our Garden. See they've come for me. They've come to take me away from you. They've come to destroy all that we've built!" "STAND DOWN! STAND DOWN! Everyone calm down.", Whitehorse now raised his voice too. Shouting. Chaos. And then silence. Not because of the Sheriff's desperate attempt at deescalating the situation, but so Joseph could speak feely again. Behind him Sabrina saw a familiar figure in a long jacket moving towards the middle. She recognized the slicked back dark brown hair and well-groomed beard, the smug face of the man she saw everywhere in Holland Valley. At least he isn't stupidly wearing his sunglasses inside too. John Seed was there in the flesh, and so were his other siblings, Jacob and Faith. The three were watching the confrontation silently, standing behind their brother in support. "We knew this moment would come, we've prepared for it. Go. Go. God will not let them take me." It was all it took for his men to stand down and walk out of the church. Sabrina had met many con-artists in her life, but this… was on another level. The hold he had over them was chilling. So was the fact he kept chanting about a first seal opening. "STEP FORWARD!", Marshal tried interrupting him unsuccessfully. "…and behold, it was a white horse", Joseph shifted his gaze to the Sheriff, "and hell followed with him." With that he looked at Sabrina and offered his hands out to her in invitation. "Donovan. Cuff him." One step. Then another. "God will not let you take me.", Joseph spoke again. A vision hit her then, stealing her breath away.

Their helicopter crash-landing. The wreckage. "Nobody is coming to save you." Joseph's men all around, embracing him. Eden's Gate Trucks. Hudson being taken away. And Pratt. And-

"DONOVAN!"

Whitehorse's voice pulled Sabrina out of the vision, she was back in the church. From his tone, she doubted it was the first time he said her name. Her hands felt clammy and she realized she had a tight grip on her handcuffs. Joseph's gaze was zeroed in on her now, shining with curiousity, she knew that conniving look well: her mother wore it anytime she sensed she could use Sabrina's visions in her plans. He was trying to figure out what had just happened. She refused to hold his stare, glacing over his left shoulder and unintentionally meeting John's piercing blue eyes in the process. Anger replaced the shock that had overtaken her after the vision. The bastard was smirking at her hesitation, enjoying every second of it. And his cult leader brother was standing there, still offering his hands innocently, trying to convince them he's allowing them to arrest him. Sabrina knew better, she saw what he was about to do. "No."

A step back. People never believed when she tried to warn them, but she had to try. She had to. For Savannah. For all of them.

"This is a trap." She turned to Whitehorse, lowering her voice, "We're going to crash if we arrest him." "Rookie, cuff this son of a bitch.", Marshal wasn't going to listen, he was too set on finishing the task. On getting HIS name in the paper. "I'm sorry, Gray." Hartley took the cuffs from her hand, assuming her role and sealing their fate. "Let's get this over with, you bastard. Joseph Seed, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…", her handcuffs were now secured on Joseph's hands. Her thoughts were racing.

Maybe, maybe there is still time to stop this. "Sheriff, there's going to be an ambush-" "Not now, Donovan. We're gonna talk about this fiasco later. Let's go." It's useless. As always. To see a disaster strike and then be forced to sit there and watch it happen a second time because they all refuse to listen. Hartley passed by her, whispering "You okay, Gray?", he was guiding Joseph towards the doors. She nodded, she'd find a way out of this. She always did.

When they exited the church, the path that led back to the helicopter was surrounded by Peggies, watching, screaming, "They're taking the Father." "I'm a Federal Marshal, I'm ordering you to stand back!" Joseph's men were done keeping at a distance, getting bolder, rowdy and Burke's command was useless at stopping their approach. Warning shots fired in the sky. The 9mm talking over the badge. They barely made it into the helicopter, before the Peggies were climbing all over it, refusing to let their leader go. And instead of telling them to stop, to stand down… he's just sitting there. Basking in the power he holds. Certain he's going to be free soon. Sabrina hated this- the arrogance, a ruthless man thinking he's allowed to use people, to exchange their lives for his. With his men still clinging onto the helicopter, it barely managed to lift off before spiraling back down in a blink as Whitehorse and Pratt lost control of the machine.

Screams. Darkness.

Sabrina found herself regaining consciousness, she could hear a faint "Are you there? Are you there?" coming from somewhere. She was completely disoriented, her head throbbing. Her eyes refused to cooperate, she could barely make out Hartley and Hudson passed out on both of her sides. Across her, Burke too was out cold and Joseph's seat was empty. She realized the helicopter was upside down. The crash… She had failed to stop it. Sabrina tried reaching out for a headset dangling close to her, the source of the voice calling out to them. She caught it, only for Joseph Seed to appear and grab her hand. ♫ "Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…" ♫ The bastard was singing that damned song again. And he was keeping her from getting help. "Please… Are you there? Is somebody there?", she knew that voice. Nancy. Their only hope now. She would call for reinforcements even if nobody responded, Whitehorse asked her to. "I told you that God wouldn't let you take me.", Joseph reminded Sabrina, staring into her eyes, into her very soul. "Please. I need to know what's going on." Yes, there's panic in Nancy's voice. Help would come- Joseph reached for the headset, "Dispatch. Everything is just fine here. No need to call anyone." "Yes, Father. Praise be to you." No, this can't be happening. NO. She's one of them. In a flash, he was in her face, whispering, "No one is coming to save you." before getting out of the helicopter to meet his men. Embracing them just like in her vision. Telling them how "everything is unfolding according to God's plan." She looked back at her fellow deputies, Joey and Cal were finally coming to, so was the Marshal. "The first seal has been broken. The collapse has began.", Joseph was poiting at them, "these harbingers of doom will see the truth." His voice rose, sending a chill down Sabrina's spine, "BEGIN THE REAPING!" She struggled to break free, but the seatbelt was holding her in place, she knew she won't have much time to fight back. Joseph's men grabbed Hudson then and Sabrina reached for Joey, trying to stop them from dragging her into one of their trucks. She failed, her strength was leaving her, the crash really had done a number on her. "GRAY!", Cal called out from outside, he had freed himself, "I'm gonna get you out, hold on." The helicopter caught fire on her right, forcing the Peggies to back away. "Let them burn. This is God's will. This is their punishment." Burke stumbled out too, running away, saving only himself. "Go, kid. I will be right behind you." She didn't want to risk both of them getting caught. Even if she didn't follow, Cal would get help.

I'm only going to slow him down. "Sabrina…" "Go, Calahan! I mean it. FUCKING RUN." She knew this time he had listened because Joseph's men were shouting "They're getting away!" Sabrina took a deep breath, her seatbelt finally gave way, she was free. With all the strength she could muster, she crawled out of the helicopter, her fingers making contact with the wet leaves on the ground and the dirt. She was out. But- It's too easy. Too quiet. Then she saw them. A pair of boots, right in front of her. She looked up. Her vision was still a little blurry, her head starting to hurt more by the minute. She could feel blood trickling down her face. Fuck. It's getting worse.

And she had company. John Seed. Looming over her. Staring. Smirking like he did in the church.

Sabrina attempted to stand up and failed, knees giving out. She propped herself up with one hand, reaching for the gun in her holster with the other. Raising up her weapon at John. Her hand shook. Her vision blurred again. No. In a blink, he grabbed the gun from her grip, muttering "Now, that's enough, Sabrina." She was disarmed, his voice- the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.

John

John arrived at the crash site in the woods last, his people had already taken Hudson away and two of the Sinners that tried to arrest Joseph had managed to escape. They won't be free for long. The Reaping has began. Then he saw her. Sabrina. Crawling away from the wrecked helicopter. Fierce, refusing to give up. Even in her weakened state, she was trying to fight back, blood running down her face, dead set on killing him. He looked at Sabrina, now passed out cold on the ground in front of him. Good try, Deputy. But you failed. Can't say I didn't find it entertaining, though. Ever since her birthday he tried to keep his mind occupied and mostly succeeded at ignoring the urge to find her again. His curiosity came back in full-force the moment she walked into the church, tasked with the arrest of his brother.

And yet you refused. Why, Deputy?

She had looked at him for the first time back there, expressive hazel eyes betraying her attempt to appear stoic, telling him she's terrified.

Of what? Him? His brother? Yes, you should be.

"Brother," Joseph walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder. He had been quietly observing John since his late arrival. "something is bothering me." "What is it?" "This one…", his gaze shifted to Sabrina, "she acted strange during the arrest. As if she saw something. It was written all over her face." "Yes. I saw that, too." "We don't need any hindrances now that the Collapse is upon is. This girl could be one." John nodded, he knew how important it was for everything to go down the way Joseph saw it. The way God intended things to happen. "I'm leaving her in your care, brother. Find out what's going on, but keep it quiet, until we know what we're dealing with. Minimize our people's exposure to her. Do you think you can manage that?" "Of course, brother. I will see to it. You know that." "Good, good." Joseph clasped John by both shoulders, his eyes full of conviction, of faith in HIM, "I know you will." With that Joseph departed, leaving him with a new task. Not only was John going to help the Project by figuring what made Deputy Donovan tick, but he now had the chance to satisfy his pesky curiosity once and for all.

Yes, it's finally her turn to confess too.

His right hand man, Mathias Bennett, approached him now that his conversation with Joseph was over. "John, we taking this one too? Or is she dead?", he asked refering to the Deputy at their feet. "Alive. But you're keeping your silence about this one. Nobody else is to know. Joseph's orders." "Of course." Mathias made a move to drag Sabrina to the truck waiting on them. "I've got her. Open the door for me." His enforcer watched in bewilderment as John gathered Sabrina in his arms. "The door, Mathias." "Sorry, boss. Just… is this one special?" John gave him a look. "I'm sorry." Mathias strode off and opened the door, not daring to say anything else. "And have someone to take a look at her head when we arrive. The Project needs her alive and coherent." John carried Sabrina to the truck, trying to ignore Mathias' question and what it meant. "Is this one special?"

No. They're all just sinners. A task that would open Eden's Gates for me.

But it got worse… if he didn't know better, he could have sworn he felt her relax in his embrace. He found this thought hard to shake off. That would be a big mistake, Deputy. I'm the last person you should feel safe around.

[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.

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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.”