@niavka said that the seed bros need an unexpected wet dream about the deputy, so here we are!!
He’s got them spread out across the sheets, wrists cuffed to each bedpost. It doesn’t matter how much Deputy writhes beneath his weight because they’re not going anywhere, even as they strain with exertion and pleasure both. John grins, wide and sharp, as he leans back on his heels to see the display before him, to see the absolute mess he’s made of the deputy. His deputy.
They’re slow to learn, but they’re getting there.
Thin lines of blood ooze from fresh wounds, a cut here and there, each administered by the knife at his side - to the absolute delight of Dep. Oh, they’d cried and panted, twisting at the restraints, but it’s impossible to ignore how much this affects them. It’s impossible to ignore how much they wanted it. The Baptist knows what he’s doing, knows to chase each pulse of pain with a lick of pleasure - and he doesn’t stop until Dep’s toes are curling and they’re keening.
Until all they can say is yes and please and John.
He leans down to lap at the blood on their abdomen - where yes was carved with neat, delicate strokes - and keeps going down. Licks a broad stroke past their belly button and places a kiss just below it - pausing to shoot them a wolfish grin. “Do you want me to keep going, Deputy? Do you think you’ve earned this?” he purrs into their skin, teeth nipping at a hipbone hard enough to bruise.
Deputy whines, the sound coming from low in their throat, and does their absolute best to roll their hips forward. “Yes, John, f-fuck,” They pant - voice broken and ragged. Immediately he tsks, expression darkening.
“I thought I taught you how to ask nicely? Or have you forgotten already?” A free hand roams up their stomach, fingers digging into the fresh wound. Dep inhales sharply, but John doesn’t press too hard - just enough to act as a threat, just enough to keep their hips still.
“Please, John, please - !” Dep moans, and with each reedy breath, John walks his fingers down their body. “I want you, please, touch me.” He hums a thoughtful noise, hand lingering over where they’re wet and wanting - before plunging two fingers inside of them.
It’s sudden, unexpected, and the Deputy keens - half rising off the mattress as they come. Watching them break underneath them, watching their face as they fall apart - hearing the way they cry out his name, it’s almost more than he can take. He reaches for his own cock, hissing as he takes himself in hand, and -
- and John comes, thickly, across his own stomach and silk sheets. His chest heaves like he’s just run a marathon, sweat covering his bare skin, and it takes him a long moment to realize where he is. To realize what had happened through the fog of pleasure. He’s in his own darkened bedroom, alone; it was just a fucking dream.
Snarling, he leans over and knocks the lamp off his bedside table. The shattering of glass doesn’t quite block out the echo of Dep’s throaty moans, but it helps.
This one is a bit long and sad, but I really tried to let the emotions run with this one. I hope you enjoy.
You knew of John’s past, you knew all the highs and the lows. You knew all of his dirty secrets. He wasn’t fooling you. But still your heart twinged with pain and envy as you watched John’s glitter with lust as yet another female hung all over him. It was nothing new but still it hurt like you had been seeing it for the first time. You forced yourself to look away as she pressed her lips to his, tears threatened to rise. Why did you care? Your relationship had never been that way towards John. At least for him it hadn’t. He always had some other female to satisfy his needs and you it broke your heart to know that you could never satisfy him in that way. You were just friend and that’s all you would ever be. You stood to your feet and walked towards the exit, not wanting to be near him any longer, it’s not like he paid you any attention anyways.
The sound of your soft music calmed you as you let your paintbrush stroke across the canvas. When a sharp knock came at your door you nearly jumped through the roof. Stopping you turned your head towards the door as if you could see through it. You wondered if you had just imagined things. Another loud sound came from the door, banging this time. You sighed and pulled the headphones from your ears, you knew exactly who it was.
You opened the door, unsurprised to see a drunk John standing in your doorway. You clenched your jaw in annoyance.
“What do you want?” you said coldly. John, too drunk to pick up on your irritated tone, pushed past you and walked into your room. He flopped down onto your sofa and you followed and stopped in front of him, folding your arms.
What happened to your stupid girlfriend? You thought but bit your tongue. You decided to keep quiet, you didn’t want to give any sign that it bothered you. John let his head fall back onto the the couch and he stared up at the ceiling. For a moment you watched him in silence, taking in his features. He was so beautiful. You shook the thought away and walked back over to your desk. Whatever, I’ll just act like he isn’t here. He can pass out in the sofa for all I care.
You tried your best to focus on your painting, but found it hard when John got up and started moving around your apartment.
“I don’t have any alcohol, if that’s what you’re looking for,” you told him, glancing over to him. You could just barely make out his figure in the darkness. He stayed silent for a moment before you heard a rustling noise and then loud crunching as he shoved something in his mouth.
“Excuse me! Those are mine!” You cried. He paid you no attention, walking back to the sofa,shoving another handful of goldfish in his mouth. “Listen buddy, I don’t care how drunk you are, I am not cleaning that shit up if you barf!”
Again John stayed silent and you went back to your painting. Shaking your head you thought how annoying he actually was. He drives me insane! You were so lost in your own thoughts that you noticed John had moved from his perch and was now nowhere to be seen.
“John?” you called out. Grumbling under your breath, you stood up and looked around. “What the hell have you gotten into now?!”
Stomping around your apartment you looked for the dark headed man but couldn’t find him. You searched every room and when he still didn’t turn up you thought maybe he had walked out and you just hadn’t heard him. Fucking freeloader!
“I swear to Go-” you began under your breath but were cut off as you gasped when someone grabbed your waist. Suddenly John was there, his smell drowning you, his heat like a fire against your skin. His body pinning you up against the wall.
“John, what are you-” he cut you off, his voice dark and thick with lust.
“I saw you today,”he whispered, his lips just inches from your ear. “I saw the way you looked at us.” You felt your face going flush as you tried to squirm free, “I don’t know what your talking about.”
John moved his face to hover in front of yours, his lips agonizingly closer than they ever had been before. You swallowed heavily and couldn’t deny that heat that had begun to grow in between your legs.
“You were watching us,” he breathed, his breath smelled strongly of alcohol and you felt anger growing inside your belly as you turned your head away from him.
“Dare I say it. But I think I detected jealousy?” He laughed arrogantly. With that you felt the anger spark up in your stomach and you shoved John away from you. He stumbled back and looked up at you in surprise.
“You dumb arrogant son of bitch!” you snarled at him, “get out of my house you drunken fool!” You felt angry and betrayed and tears tore at your eyes. He knew. He knew all along and he thought it was some kind of joke.
“Y/n I-” John began, steadying himself on the wall with one hand.
“I said get out!” you said through gritted teeth, backing away from him. You felt your heart breaking, he had been toying with you this entire time.
“Go back to your stupid whores, go find comfort in them because I have none left for you.” Your voice trembled as the pain burned in your lungs. “Go back to getting high out your mind John because all you do is bring pain. I can see now that I was nothing but a toy to you,’ the tears slipped down your cheeks as you glared at John. You turned away as he stepped forward and reached out to touch you.
“I said get out John,” you whispered unable to look him in the eyes. “I never want to see you again.’
John stared at you for a moment longer before pushing off the wall in anger. You jumped when he slammed the door and made the floor shake.
Your lip wobbled as a silent sob crawled up your throat and sat there, making you feel as if you couldn’t breathe. Your body bent over and you could hear the pattering of your tears as they hit the ground. The pain burned in your bones as you realized what you had just done. You had just pushed away your best friend. You fell down into a little ball, pulling your knees to your chest as sobs began to rack your shoulders. You cried harder then you had cried in a long time. That night everything came back, all the pain, all the memories. The good and the bad. But most of all the memories. The memories of you and John danced before your eyes, taunting you.
You slipped the small orange slice into your mouth as you sat silently at the table by yourself. The other residents sat around you, all lost in their own world. You hadn’t slept at all that night and the coffee you were drinking seemed to be having no effect on you. You were exhausted.
“Hey,” came a voice from beside you. You looked up to see Jacob looking down at you. He pulled out a chair and sat next to you. The two of you sat in silence for moment before you spoke up.
“If this is about John I don’t want to hear it. I told him I don’t want to see him again,”
Jacob watched you, his blue eyes taking in your tired frame, “oh really?” he asked, leaning back in the chair “and you seem perfectly fine with this decision.” He gestured to your appearance. “You look you just crawled out of your grave.”
“Jeez thanks,” you said flatley, casting the older brother an annoyed glance. Jacob shrugged, “just being honest.”
You shook your head, nibbling on another piece of orange, you could still feel the heat of his gaze on you.
“Can you at least give him a chance to explain himself?” You were silent, Jacob didn’t usually concern himself over such petty things as love. So when the words escaped his mouth you were surprised.
“What he did was out of line Jacob,” you said looking down at your hands.
“I know and I told him if he ever even thought of doing it again I would kick his ass,” Jacob spoke gruffly. He leaned towards you “just do this once, for me. Otherwise he’s going to come whining to me, keeping me up at night.”
You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, “fine, but I make no promises.”
John stared at you, his hands jammed in his pockets, you had never known the man to be nervous. It was always quite the opposite really. You wanted to get this done and over with.
“Y/n I-…” he trailed off and started again. “Firstly I want to apologize for the way I acted. I was way out of line. Being drunk was no excuse.”
You stayed silent, your arms crossed as the breeze blew through your hair. The two of you stood outside for privacy.
“I just…I just got so consumed by you,” John said. This threw you off guard. “I couldn’t help myself. You looked so…so pure.” You looked at John in surprise.
“Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I tried to wash away the feelings with those girls and the drugs, the alcohol, everything, but…you were always there. Always in the back of my mind. It was like, I couldn’t get enough of you. But I knew that I wasn’t good enough. I was filthy. I couldn’t expect something so pure to even dream of giving someone like me a chance. I built up this facade of someone who I wanted to be, someone I was not. Because no one loved the real me. When I looked in the mirror I saw it. All the filth, all the abuse, all the hatred. How could I expect you to love something like that?”
You were silent, your eyes wide as John poured out his heart. You hand’t even realized the tears that had managed to slip down your cheeks.
‘I did,” you surprised yourself by hearing your own voice. “I loved you. That broken little boy, it’s who I fell in love with.” John’s eyes searched your face as tears of his own fell down his face. You lifted your hand to cover your mouth as you choked out a sob. John stood frozen, before he walked forward and slammed his lips into yours. He consumed you with a fire you had never known before. The two of you clawed at one another not able to get enough. John kissed you over and over again. When he pulled away, he looked deep in your eyes.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked.
‘Why didn’t you?” you countered back. John smiled and kissed you once more, his fingers tangling in your hair.
“Your such a stubborn ass,” you murmured against his lips.
a/n: I am pumped for Far Cry: New Dawn and to see Joseph again.
➵: Happy…very happy when you tell him. The man can’t really get the grin off of his face.
➵: Tell’s everyone he knows…nobody is safe though Joseph is the first one that get’s told the news.
➵: Rub’s it in all of your friends face’s, though he may not go after your little friends it doesn’t mean he can announce to them that he first captured and won the Deputy’s heart but that you’re now going to have a child together.
➵: Always has his hands on you, your stomach, hips…anything that he can touch he will. John likes keeping you close to his side and if he can hold you it’s even better.
➵: Deep down he’s scared of being a father…what if he becomes like his parents…he doesn’t want that.
➵: Though you always reassure him that he could never be like that, you know he’ll be a good father.
“I know you love me John and I know you’ll love this baby.”
➵: Snaps at anyone that get’s close to you, he does not want anyone near you. He start’s to keep you away from Faith an Jacob…Joseph is the only one to see you.
➵: Cry’s while holding your stomach when he finds out that he’s going to have twins.
➵: Move’s you into the nicest house he can find,he thinks is Queen and little one deserves the best.
➵: Get’s you what ever you like, spoils the hell out of you and you know he’s going to spoil his little one.
➵: If John is not around the man has Cheeseburger, Peaches and Boomer watch you….only one he trusts when your stomach starts to grow.
➵: Only has the best care for you, doesn’t stop until he finds the best doctor for you.
➵: Keep’s a picture of you pregnant form on him at all time, whenever he looks at it he just feel’s pride surge threw him.
➵: Goes into full blown panic mood when your water breaks, he doesn’t know how to react.Though your calm voice and a slap from Jacob snaps him out of it.
➵: Rubs your back the whole time while sitting next to you though he gives you something to hold, he doesn’t want you breaking his fingers.
➵: Feels a weight lifted off of his shoulder when he hears his babies cry, and the man does shed some tears seeing his newborns.
➵: Is scared to hold them, so many thoughts run threw his mind. ‘what if he drops them’, ‘what if he hurts them’, hes a nervous wreck.
➵: You think that’s nonsense and ask him to hold his little girl while you hold the other one.The moment the baby is placed in his arm he fall’s in love with her then watching you hold his other little baby he falls in love with him too and even more in love with you.
➵: Keeps the babies strapped to his chest on most days, you think its adorable.
➵: Spoils the hell out of his twins, melts whenever they look up at him and smile.
➵: John want’s even more children with you now, he thinks you a wonderful mother and with you by his side he knows he’ll be a good father.
Summary: The Deputy is sneaking around John’s house when they decide to have a little spa day.
A/N: This was a silly idea I had after seeing a post about John in a cucumber mask and also cause I tried a charcoal mask. Hope ya’ll enjoy! :P
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You had been running around all day, doing all sorts of tasks and you were exhausted. You come trudging up to the outskirts of Seed Ranch. You debated whether or not you should even bother today. Someone in town said John’s men had taken their watch. They told you that it was taken to John’s house.
You let out a groan as you walk into the trees surrounding the mansion. An acquaintance had told you John wasn’t home at the moment, so he shouldn’t be an issue. That was good, but you still had guards to worry about.
Lucky for you, you have a grappling hook and—for some reason—John has a huge, retractable skylight in his living room.
You find a ladder going up to the roof and climb up before any peggies spot you. You creep across the roof until you reach the skylight. You slowly open it and hook your grappling hook somewhere secure. You grab on and carefully slide down into the large room. Your feet touch the ground and you pull your grappling rope down.
Now where would John hide a watch?
You go up stairs and straight into John’s bedroom. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been in John’s house on multiple occasions. Without him knowing of course.
What can you say? It was cool in his mansion of a home.
You open his drawers and carefully move his various articles of clothing while searching for an old vintage gold watch. You had seen a picture of it, so it shouldn’t be too hard to recognize.
You move into his walk-in closet and look through the jewelry cabinet that sits at the back. You see a couple of other designer watches and sunglasses before you finally find the gold one you’re looking for.
You pull it out of the drawer and give it a once over before slipping it into your pack. There, mission complete.
If you are still taking requests, could you write a female deputy and John handcuffed together and the key is lost? Thank you!! :)
Ask and you shall receive! Sorry it took me a while but I’m happy with how it turned out! I didn’t think I could write John as well as Jacob but I think I did all right. Let me know what you think and thank you for the request!
***Warning: Mention of guns, blood, and suicide.***
“You can’t hide
forever, my dear!” John shouted through the dense forest before coughing into
his fist, making sure to keep his pistol steady in his other hand. Crimson
caught his eye as it trickled over his knuckles, but he couldn’t waste time
with his own injuries from the plane crash. He needed to find that ever elusive
deputy. She shot down his most beloved plane for what? To capture him? To gain
an upper hand over The Father? Her wrath knew no bounds, but he would be sure
to make her atone, to suffer more than she had ever suffered, to have her vocal
chords grow sore from screaming for mercy, his
mercy, until nothing was left of her except bare and untainted purity that he
would mold and shape to his pleasing. Yes, once he was finished with her,
Joseph would be praising him as a saint for his selfless deeds.
Rook finds a stash of video games in a prepper stash and wants to play them but they don’t have a tv to play them where they’re staying (probably a tent or a cabin in the middle of no where) so they go to one of the Seeds in a time of cease fire to play the games and maybe possibly coax the Seedbling to play with them?
Yess I love this ! Thank you for the request.
Rook got out of the bunker and ran next to Sharky to show him the precious things she’d found down there.
“Look, now we can do something else than get trashed in the trailer. Or, you know, we can get trashed and play those.”
Sharky chuckled and took one of the video games’ boxes in his hands. He sighed, “Sorry shorty but… I blew up my TV a while back ; I don’t have one anymore.”
“You fucking serious ?”
Sharky shrugged and the Dep sighed in response. The ceasefire with the cult had been in place for two weeks and she was really starting to get bored. Of course, she was happy to finally get some rest… But she would’ve loved to have a distraction and these video games seemed like the perfect opportunity.
“Nick and Kim probably have a TV or a computer I could play those on, right ?”
“Most people got rid of theirs when the cult started polluting every fucking channels,” Sharky explained. “Fuckin’ Johnny Seed with his dumb smile and Yes sign…”
And, with that, an idea came to the Dep’s mind. She walked to the car and took her radio. Before she could think about how horrible what she was about to do was, she turned on her radio and said, “Hey, any Seeds on this frequency ? John would be best.” Sharky looked at her in complete confusion, jaw dropped and eyes scanning her wildly.
Before he could say anything, a beep got out of the radio followed by a voice they both knew too well, “Deputy. Wasn’t expecting to hear from you…“ John Seed’s voice wasn’t as proud as it usually was. He wasn’t scared, but definitely confused and worried about the Deputy’s call.
“Listen here Johnny, I think I remember seeing a computer in your Ranch, right ? Well I need to use it so I’m coming over in about 30 minutes. See you later.” And she threw the radio back in the car, ignoring John’s anxious rambling.
“What the fuck Dep ?”
“Sharky come on, we’re on a ceasefire. I really wanna play those. You’re coming ?”
After he declined her invitation and asked her not to go to the Ranch, Rook went anyway. On the ride over there, she suddenly realized what she was about to do and, honestly ? It just made her chuckle. They were on a ceasefire after all, but the idea of going to Seed Ranch was still a worrying one.
When she arrived at the Ranch, peggies were running around in front of it. They looked at her in complete confusion, unsure whether or not they should stop her. She parked the car as close to the main entrance as she could.
“It’s the Deputy…” she heard. “What is she doing here ? What’s in her hands ?”
She squeezed the video games’ boxes a bit tighter, walked confidently to the door and knocked. She wasn’t expecting John Seed himself to open, but he did.
“So you were serious ?” he almost whispered, his eyes scanning her face in search of an answer he couldn’t find. “What in God’s name are you doing here ?”
“Like I said, I need to use your computer.” And Rook entered the Ranch before John could say anything else. She remembered where the computer was ; in a little office on the first floor. She walked as fast as she could without looking scared, making her way into the familiar house.
She could hear John following her, muttering some inaudible words before finally settling on, “What do you mean ?”
“I found some video games in a bunker and, thanks to your… advertisement ? I don’t know, your little videos promoting the Project… Well, most of the people in Hope don’t have a TV or a computer anymore. So I’m using yours.”
She sat down at the desk where the computer was plugged and opened the first video game’s box. John watched her do it, speechless. She blew on the CD to get rid of the thin layer of dust and put it in. When the game started, she couldn’t help but squeal. She was really happy.
“What game is it ?” John asked softly, moving towards her and siting on the couch near her. When she turned to look at him, she realized his features had softened. He was no longer worried and, even if he still seemed confused, he was smiling.
“Forza. It’s a car race game where-…”
“I know what it is,” he immediately replied, almost annoyed that she tried to explain him what it was. He took the box from her hands and looked at the back. He left the room without a word. When he came back, he had two controllers in his hands and a shy smile on his face. “I thought… It… It would be easier to play with these.”
Rook was pleasantly astonished. She never thought John would be fond of video games… She motioned for him to come sit next to her. John pressed his lips in a thin line ; he looked conflicted. But, after a soft smile from her, he finally moved and sat down. At first, he declined her invitation to play with her, saying it was childish and he had better things to do… But, still, he stayed next to her and watched her play. She couldn’t see it, but John smiled every time she turned her whole body to turn her car or when she muttered some insults after crashing it into a tree.
When she started another race, he quietly took the second controller and logged himself into the game. They looked at each other silently. At that moment, Rook couldn’t understand why she had been fighting with him and his family… He wasn’t all good, but he certainly wasn’t as evil as people thought. She smiled and the worry on John’s face disappeared. She started the race without a single word.
She won the first race but, after realizing what a sore loser John was, she let him win the next one. He looked so proud it actually made her want to slap him… But she restrained herself, deciding the moment was too precious to ruin.
They played all day long until Rook Dell asleep. Somehow, she had felt safe enough to fall asleep next to John Seed.
I could’ve kept writing for hours but this is already pretty long I think ? I don’t want to bore y’all lol. I hope you liked it. 💖
John has you in his grasp for the second time and your plan to charm your way out didn’t exactly work.
John grinned devilishly as he brushed your hair out of you face, ever so lightly with the tip of his knife.
“I’d like to see that pretty little sinner face of yours, Deputy.” A thin line of blood followed the blade’s path to the back of your ear.
Your pulse quickened, “Now you have me in your bunker the second time. What are you going to do to me?” You could feel the rope bite into your skin as he slowly lowered the blade and rested it on your chest.
He looked down at the spot it rested, “Make you atone of course, Darling Deputy.” His blue eyes captured yours once more, “Just say Yes and we’ll start.”
You thought you felt the knife press harder on your skin. If it did, John’s face didn’t give anything away.
You knew there was only one outcome, even if you didn’t say yes. John would make you atone.
You took in a shaky breath, “Yes, I want to atone, John.”
“Excellent.” His knife lowered to his side. “Now Deputy is there any sins you would like to confess to, right now?” He tossed the knife onto the table next to the chair you were bound in. His hands rested on the arm rests, his fingers barely grazing your arms.
You spoke slowly and carefully as you thought about how to get yourself out of this, “ I confess Wrath and… and Lust.” His eyes bore into yours as you said ‘Lust’. “Wrath because of my hatred torward the cult, the Peggies, and to your family. Lust because…” You hoped this plan would work. “Lust because… because of the lustful thoughts I have… about you.” You turned your head away pretending to be ashamed.
His left hand came up and turned you head so it was facing him once again and he held it under your chin as he spoke, “I too suffer from the sin Lust.” His eyes took in your body. “Maybe we can overcome it together.” He took the bait
You bit your lip and your eyes widened in confusion, “How so?”
His hand that held your chin drifted down to your neck as John gazed into your eyes, “Like this.”
His hand gripped your neck and his lips came down on yours. You tried to ignore the heat pooling in your lower regions and to focus on charming your way out of here. John’s other hand began to work on the bindings on your hands until footsteps began to come closer to the entrance of the room.
Everything stopped all at once, John pulled him self away and fixed himself then the ropes.
He finished just as Joseph walked in.
You could feel Joseph’s eyes staring at the newly forming bruises on your neck and your messed up hair. “Brother I hope you are treating our Deputy here with kindness.” Joseph said coming up to you to smooth your hair down. You flinched at his touch not expecting it.
John gave a strained smile, “Of course I have, they’ve already willingly confessed to two sins.”
Joseph raised an eyebrow to you and John looked at you expectantly. You realized they wanted you to say it. Keeping up with the plan you improvised.
“I… I confess to the sins Wrath and…” you looked at the brothers pretending to be bashful.
“And what Deputy?” Joseph said, his eyes narrowing.
You made your voice quiver, “Lust.”
Joseph nodded and placed a hand on your shoulders. He looked into your eyes, “Lust is one of the worst sins, because no matter how much we try to rid it, it’s always there in the darkest corners of our minds. Eating away til’ that’s all we can think about.” He smoothed your hair once more. Then put his hand back to his side and started to walk to the entrance, “John, release them and take them to your ranch.”
John seemed surprised, “For what?”
“Because this bunker can offer them no kindness.” Joseph paused, “This bunk can offer my fiancée no kindness.” With that he left the room.
Your mouth fell open with shock and John shook with anger as you both watched the now closed door.
“He knew, he fucking knew yet he does that.” John turned to you and grabbed his knife and started to cut at your ropes. “He knew I fell for you. Yet he claims you without a second thought.” He darkly said with the final cut on the ropes.
You immediately started rubbing at your red wrists that the ropes imprinted themselves on.
John glared at you. Then captured your lips with a kiss and picked you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around him and held onto his shoulders, bringing you even closer to him.
“Just because you confessed to lust he immediately thinks it’s about him.” He hissed through rough kisses that you hungrily drank up. “What makes you so speacial that my siblings and I want you?” He growled out and sat you on the long table on the right side of the room. He gripped the bottom of your waist pulling you closer to him and his arousal. He pulled his face away and moved to work on your neck and chest. “Your mine, do you understand?”
You gave a desperate nod, “Yes.”
“Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to grab. Mine to marry.” He muttered as he grinded against you.
Fear trickled in to your mind from his words and lust flooded your mind from his actions.
@synekdokee this probably isn’t what you wanted pls forgive me i just had to add a snarky deputy and was in a rush. gonna go hide in my shower now bc i haven’t posted any of my writings online since i was 15 k bye.
“Go to your confessor; open your heart to him; display to him all the recesses of your soul; take the advice that he will give you with the utmost humility and simplicity.” - St Francis de Sales.
The ropes tightly wrapped around Rooks wrists dug into them deeper with every movement, but the pounding in their head was worse. They couldn’t tell if it was from lack of sleep or the remaining effects of the bliss.
John’s men had caught Rook at their most vulnerable state. They were sound asleep in the back of their vehicle. They honestly didn’t mean to fall asleep, the sound of rushing water, the moon brightly lit in the starry sky and the sound of bugs in the distance was all too calming for Rook and they soon had fallen asleep without even realizing it. Big mistake? Yes. Rook made a mental reminder to never relax again but they could have swore they were well hidden.
But nevertheless, here they were once again in John’s bunker. This time, Hudson was nowhere to be found and John hasn’t said a word about her. He was more focused on getting a confession out of the Rook than letting them know of Hudson’s whereabouts.
There was no way Rook was getting out of this one. John made sure he placed them in a sturdy chair that hardly budged even when Rook thrashed against the restraints. John laughed as he watched them struggle, knowing there was no way they could escape. He took his precious time on the knots around their wrist and ankles.
John began whistling a familiar tune as he circled around the deputy like a predator. He stopped once he was in front of them and placed his hands on their shoulders causing the Rook to tense up.
“All you have to do is confess,” John spoke softly like he actually cared about the Deputy, “It will make this process so much easier for you.”
Rook rolled their eyes, “And just how will it make this whole process easier for me?”
“You will be free from sin,” John snapped back. He wasn’t expecting Rook to reply with such a mocking tone. “and you will be offered atonement. Don’t you want to be freed from the sin of Wrath?”
“Wrath,” Rook repeated with a smirk, “What makes you so sure my sin is Wrath? You assume violence is my first resort, but what about you?”
John stood up straight, his eyes not once leaving Rooks. “How many people have you ordered your men to kill?” Rook asked. They could see their questions were beginning to annoy John.
John was speechless for the first time. He wanted to argue back with the Deputy and tell them he was so sure their sin was wrath. It had to be wrath, just look at all the destruction they’ve caused in the short amount of time they’ve been in Hope County.
Rook took a deep breath, the smirk not leaving their face. “I want to know more about you,” Rook inquired, “What about your sins? How can you offer salvation to us when you yourself are just as sinful as the rest of us.”
John’s fist slammed down on the steel table beside of Rook causing them to jump slightly then laugh again. Where did this courage come from? Rook wasn’t sure, but they could guess it was because they were sleep deprived.
“I know your sin,” Rook whispered, “your sin is Greed.”
What kind of game were they trying to play? John stared down at them. He had them figured out, or so he thought. He pulled a chair up in front of Rook and sat down, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Greed?” He asked and the Rook nodded.
“People associate Greed with just money. But you - you are the perfect example of greed,” Rook leaned their head back against the chair and licked at their dry lips, “You want people to just say yes. You just want to have this certain power over people, don’t you? When people say yes, it gives you satisfaction and you want more.”
Rooks words hit John like a ton of bricks. He quickly stood to his feet and stared down at Rook. How dare they cast such a stone?! All he was trying to do was help them!
“I’ll amuse you,” Rook spoke again, “I’ll confess and in turn you free me, whatdya say?”
John scoffed. He knew it, she was playing a game. He leaned against the metal table that held his supplies and smirked. “Do you think it’s that easy?” He questions and Rook looks confused, “If I agree, there’s no point in you confessing, it won’t be sincere.”
Rook shrugged their shoulders, “Fine. But man, I really hope Sharky keeps his mouth shut about you and.. what was her name? Holly, right? Ah, I heard she was a nice girl. I couldn’t believe it when I heard about your little relationship with her.”
John’s eyes widened and he swore his heart stopped beating for a second. How did they know about that? He looked for any sort of indicator that the Rook was lying about telling Sharky but their body language was the same as it was before.
Rook watched John pace back and forth and if on queue, his tantrum began. He began pushing things over, kicking whatever out of his way, God was he mad. If Rook was smart, they would be apologizing and begging for mercy, but they know he couldn’t kill them. Even if he tried, he would hesitate.
“Greed, lust, sloth- well, I’m assuming sloth. That’s what it says on your chest, correct?” Rook continued adding fuel to the flame, “How about that deal, Johnny boy? I confess, you free me and your secret stays between Sharky and I. Fair enough?”
John was cornered. If he agreed to this deal, Rook could just feed him bullshit and he wanted to believe they were lying about telling Sharky but the smile on their face told him otherwise.
He had to leave to cool down. What sort of confession would this be if he was angry and ready to snap Rooks neck?
“Fuck!” John shouted and pushed the last table over with the majority of his tools.
“Where ya going?!” Rook asked as John began walking towards the door, “Aw, come on! We were just getting started with the confession! You can’t just leave your own party.”
This is a follow up of this post ! It’s what happens the next morning… ;)
Prompt : “How much did you drink ?”
Pairing : John Seed x Deputy
When she woke up, her head was killing her. The Deputy couldn’t even open her eyes without her brain screaming at her to close them again. It took a good 15 minutes for her to fully wake up. When she did, she reached for her alarm clock but did not found it. When she realized she wasn’t in her usual cabin, chunks of the previous night came back to her. She now clearly remembered drinking too much… getting thrown out of the Spread Eagle… making a radio call… and…
“Oh, you’re awake.”
That voice… It made everything come back to her. She turned slowly, discovering John Seed next to her. He was laying on the bed, shirtless, with a malicious grin plastered on his smug face. Her cheeks flushed when she noticed the countless hickeys on his neck and upper chest. She started to stutter some unintelligible questions and protests and, finally, she went silent and looked under the covers.
“Wait- Did we…?”
“Of course not !” he exclaimed, almost hurt by the accusation. “You were wasted ; I wasn’t going to take advantage of you. We just… fooled around a little. Harmless things, really.” The grin on his face grew wider as he watched the Deputy fidget with the blanket on top of her. She cleared her throat and John whispered, “I got you some water -thought you might need it… It’s on the nightstand.”
She blushed again and thanked him softly, taking the glass and drinking half of it in one mouthful. She was so hungover, she could’ve just fallen back asleep… If she wasn’t laying in her enemy’s bed.
“Could you… ahem… could you go get me my clothes ?” she sheepishly asked, seeing her shirt and pants on a chair near the window.
An almost evil grin stretched John’s lips as he laid on his back, arms crossed under his neck. “Why don you go get them yourself ?” And, when he saw her anxiously bite her lower lip, a dry chuckled escaped his throat. “Please, Deputy. I already saw everything there is to see. Go get your clothes.”
And, even if the heat on her cheeks almost hurt, she stood up and tip-toed around the bed to get her uniform. When she looked back at John, he was devouring her with his blue eyes. She felt her stomach turn and got dressed. John was watching her like she was giving him a private show and it made her blush again.
“Well… I should… huh… I should probably go.”
“You might want to borrow a scarf.”
“Why would I—“ she started before turning towards a mirror and discovering the countless hickeys on her neck. Oh. John was already standing next to her, a beautiful blue silk scarf in his hand. He passed it around the Deputy’s throat, tying it just a little bit too tight. A naughty smirk stretched his lips again as he let his hands fall on the Dep’s waist, his finger softly touching her back.
She was about to lean forward when she suddenly snapped out of it and took a few steps back. John snickered. When she went to leave the room, he said he’d walk her to the door. While walking to the main entrance of the ranch, the silence between them was deafening.
“Okay… Well- This was… ahem… fun ?” the Deputy muttered, not brave enough to look John in the eyes.
“Fun indeed,” he agreed, his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him, kissing her cheek just a little bit too intensely. God, why did he have to do everything with so passionately?
She didn’t know what else to say. They were ennemies. Was she going to be taken down by his men as soon as she opened the door ? She had a handgun, but it wasn’t like she could even load it with that hangover… She thought about using a back door, but knew that either way his men were going to notice her.
Finally, John opened the door for her and almost bowed as he let the Dep pass by him. When she got out, eyes immediately landed on her. Peggies stopped what they were doing to watch her go ; some even saluted her and muttered “Deputy” when she walked by them. Nobody tried to hurt her. Nobody tried to hurt her and, for a second, guilt overtook her. With a deep breath, she continued to walk.
“I guess I’ll see you soon, Deputy,” John shouted from the door. She turned around for a moment, watched him lean over the door frame. Her eyes immediately went to the tattoos on his chest.
“I guess you will,” she almost whispered. And the thing that shocked her is that she really meant it.
i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight
Summary: Under a ceasefire, Rook agreed to meet John Seed at his ranch to talk. The dinner and dancing wasn’t really part of the plan, but then again, when had Rook ever stuck to the plan?
Pairing: John Seed x Female Deputy
It was the absolute absurdity of the offer that had driven Rook to this point, to standing on his doorstep with a hand raised in hesitation to call on the Baptist. Sit down, and we talk. As simply and plainly said as the ink on his arm.
What, just the two of us?
She’d arrived to a ghostly and empty property and as she finally rapped her knuckles on the front door, it swung open to reveal the absence of guards on the inside, too.
Just the two of us, my dear.
“Deputy.” John’s tone was warm for someone who’d once held a knife sharpener to her throat. “Please, come in.”
Maybe the ludicrousness was what took away her unease as she crossed the threshold of her enemy. It couldn’t have been simply his words, spoken lowly over the waves of the radio as though afraid that even then, they could be heard by others. No more tricks, no more games.
Maybe it was the grudging acceptance on both parts that the two of them were too smart for a ruse on either end. She would never listen to the cunning young Seed with an affinity for lies and he would never let his guard down around the lethal deputy so willing to give her dedication to the cause she deemed most just.
Rook turned wordlessly back to him in the foyer. The house was as magnificent on the inside as it was on the outside; the wooden banister that twisted its way up the stairs was orate in its carvings, though the taxidermy that littered the walls didn’t mirror that delicate architecture. Rook took it all in in an attempt to learn as much as she could about the man she was to speak with.
Beside her, John tsked in disapproval. “No cheating, Deputy. Put away the keen observational senses for the night. After all, that’s not why we’re here.”
The Bet and The Fallen Angel (John Seed x Female Deputy)
my dearest @fanficsforheartandsoul, i don’t know i could give what you asked but i hope you like it! I can’t help myself but writing a hecking long one this time :*
Summary:deputy has a plane accident because of a bet and John looks after her.
Warning: (possible) angst. swearing.
“I saw that you were too bad for flying that plane, Rook. No one can manage everything they want.” (y/n) knows that Dutch is serious about that but she sees that smirk on his face.
“No, man. I can do that. I will prove you all wrong about me.” She is not so sure about that of course, she knows her own weakness, at this point, is flying a plane.
“Well Chica, you know I trust you in everything but you shouldn’t be trying that one. You almost killed us one time you hit the pine tree.” Sharky explains.
(Y/N) rolls her eyes. “Yeah Sharky, but look at you. You still alive! Well, if you keep talking like that, I can assure you it won’t last long.”
“How about a bet?” This one is Nick speaking. “I mean, I told her everything, and she can almost everything. Why will she fuck up this time? I believe you girl.” He pats her shoulder.
They all agree to bet and here we go, she is on her plane. This time it’s not for “liberating” the outposts, but for showing off.
It feels amazing at first, feeling the wind on the wings of the plane, doing some amazing maneuvers… She can feel the freedom inside the plane. But there is something she doesn’t consider. The weather.
Suddenly, the sky is darkened above her. The clouds merge together as they are dancing for the rain. The wind is now as angry as a bull and scattering the plane heavily. The time of day doesn’t help her, either. It is twilight time and sun will set soon.
“PAT!” Something hits the plane and throws off the plane’s balance. She isn’t able to make the plane balanced again. She feels fear. Pure and too heavy to forget about.
She calls Nick for help. “Nick. Something hit us. I cannot gain the control of the plane anymore. Over.”
“How bad is it?”
“If I don’t do something now, I will end up stalling on a fucking tree!”
“I can see you. Detach, Rook. Detach. NOW!”
She jumps off the plane and rips the cord. Parachute opens like a wing, but there is too much wind to handle it. No, she has no luck this time.
There is someone else that listens their radio calls. John Seed freaks out when he learns about the “fucking” bet. And now, his precious Deputy tries not to die.
He calls his guards. “Gather up, now.”
Deputy feels the fall, the stings on her all body. She whimpers from the pain, a branch thrusts into her arm. She isn’t able to move a muscle. Semi-conscious, she cries out while trying to pull that out.
“She’s here!” Before she sees who is talking, she passes out.
A time she opens her eyes and sees a familiar face. With a big goatee on his chin, John is walking with her on his arms. He doesn’t seem he is complaining. Without realizing her awake state, he pulls her closer to his chest. “You won’t die in my arms. You can’t die. If you die, I will hate you for rest of my life. You hear me?”
She tries to say something. Strangely, she wants to soothe him, tell him she’s okay. But there is no energy left to say all those words. He is so warm and soft, contrasting to his broad and firm chest. John’s cold fingers touch her bare skin on her waist. She shivers from the cold, makes John pulling her closer, if that’s possible. Now her head lies into crook of his neck. The smell of him is calming and so beautiful for her nostrils. It smells “too” John; like a wavy ocean and pine trees, with violet and vanilla essences. So fresh, yet so intimidating. She knits her eyebrows to ease her vision, but she passes out again after all.
She wakes up from a whistle she hears on his ears. She opens her eyes and nothing in the room seems familiar, except one thing. John Seed.
The source of the whistle is him. He stands right beside you but his mind is somewhere else obviously. He looks like he is pain or in despair.
She tries to move, to wake him up from his dreams, yet she feels immense pain when she attempts to.
John is wide awake now. “Don’t. Move. A. Fucking. Muscle.” His eyes is flashing with fear and anger. His face is senseless, almost frozen. He is afraid.
Rook opens his mouth to say something but her voice cracks. Her throat is sore from dehydration.
“Here, drink up.” John extends her hand with a glass of water. She lets John to make her drink. She has no power to do that alone. “Thank you.” She whispers to him.
He waves his hand as “no problem” and adds. “Please give me a notice when you try to kill yourself. I wasn’t prepare for that.”
A smile twitches on her mouth. “I will keep you noted. Where am I?”
“You are in my humble home.” John smiles but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “I was the first one who reached you. Before your ‘precious’ friends. Don’t worry, I’ve told them you’re here with me.”
“How long have I been asleep?” She thinks she is asleep for just about a few hours.
He tilts his head, waits a moment to answer. “Two and a half days.” He moves closer. “Two fucking days you were asleep, lying on the bed motionless. Like a dead person. You’ve lost too much blood because of the fall. A couple of broken ribs, a cracked wrist, millions of pine needles stuck into your whole body.” He is lost in thought. He begins to raise his voice. “When you stood still on the dirt, in the blood ‘lake’ of yours,” he makes a face as he is loathing. “I thought you were dead. I thought I was too late!” He kicks the end table standing right beside the bed. Table falls with a noise.
His unstable state scares her to death. But she knows that she has to calm down. He is afraid because of her. Damn Clutch Nixon bet.
He continues to speak again with a husky voice. “Fortunately, turns out we have the same blood type. Peter was afraid that you had an internal bleeding. But no, you were just tired from the blood loss. Ah! I almost forgot. You have a concussion, too.”
Rook is speechless. She knows she is in a bad shape because of the pain she feels but, she would be end up dead, if John didn’t come on time.
“You should have killed me when you had a chance.” She says smoothly. They are enemies after all.
“I fucking saved your life, deputy. Show me some gratitude.” He touches her chin. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he moves away a little. “You shall reach the atonement, remember? Or the gates of Eden will shut for me. You were there.” His sadness is unbearable. “Who the fuck taught you to fly a plane?”
He grins. “That explains everything. You know, I can teach you if you want. I am better than him. Well, forget the teaching, you won’t even touch a plane after you heal. You moron.” He shakes his head unapprovingly.
An awkward silence occurs in the room. Unsayable words are flying between them. There is everything and nothing between John and Rook. Their silence becomes almost touchable. The first one to tear the cloud of emotions is John. “I should get going. You need some rest.”
He walks towards the door. As soon as he moves away from her, the fear creeps her up. This place is ‘foreign’ for her. So cold, so senseless. It’s nothing like the room she stays normally. The spare room of Nick and Kim’s.
“John!” she yelps to him. “Don’t go. Please.”
He stands still for a second. She knows that he calculates the possibilities. “Why?” he protests. “You were so fearless when you flew that fucking plane!” he runs his hand through his hair. “You know what, I am tired. I should go.” He is about to leave when he hears her cries.
“Please” she cries out. “Don’t leave me here.” At that time she sees the black circles under his eyes. He probably has been staying with her for two days. “I need you. Don’t leave me. You are right I am afraid. I am so sorry.” She doesn’t know why actually she apologize for but these words make John’s eyes soften. She raises his head to look at him. “Please John, I beg you.”
“Just shut up already.” John closes the door and runs to her. He kisses the only place that hasn’t bruised yet. He lies beside her.
“Thank you.” She sobs. “I’ll behave.”
She falls asleep as soon as she feels his warm body around her. He gazes her crooked face with admiration. “One of us will kill the other. I don’t know the exact cause of death. Maybe a gun, maybe even a knife. But I am afraid of just one thing, Deputy. You can kill me with the feelings I have for you. The fact is creeping me out.”
He looks at her one last time before he leaves. Her face looks like an angel to him. A stupid, fatally damaged angel.
A joyful squeal escaped the little girls mouth as she ran across the playground, her friend chasing after her. She had always been a quick little thing, her parents even told her so. She stopped when she realized her friend was no longer chasing her, her friend winded from all the running.
“I told you I would win! I always win!” She declared playing her little hands on her hips.
“Let’s play something else now,” her friend said and the girl nodded and began to look around. Her eyes landed on a little boy sitting off in the corner of the playground, he had a stick in his hand and had been watching her. He looked away at suddenly being caught staring at her. The girl tipped her head and thought for a moment. That little boys name was John.
“I’ll be back,” she told her friend as she headed towards the boy. Her friend spotted John and scrunched her nose. He was a weirdo, never talked to anyone. Why did y/n want to try and talk to him?
“Hi,” y/n said as she came up to John. “Would you like to come play with me?” She asked. The little boy gave no response, just gave a quick flittering glance towards her and kept stabbing his stick into the mud. He excepted the girl to leave but instead she crouched down and sat next to him. She looked around and saw the little caterpillar moving around next to John.
“Are you building him a home?” She asked. Again no response. She blinked at him but didn’t leave.
“I’ll help you,” she said as she reaches forward and let the caterpillar crawl onto her finger. “We can call him Mr. Caterpillar.” She giggled at that, causing John to fully look up at her.
Y/n grabbed a stick with her other hand and began to build along with him. For a moment John just sat and watched her face.
“Here,” she said and held her hand out to John “you hold mr. caterpillar. I’m going to make him a bed.” John slowly held his hand out and the caterpillar crawled into his little palm. He watched y/n as she stood and began to pick up leaves from the ground. John felt a warmth in his chest and for once in long time he actually smiled. The little girl came back with leaves, her hands now dirty with mud. She crouched down next the little hole and began to make a little bed.
“Hopefully he won’t eat it, caterpillar’s like leaves,” she said. John smiled and watched her, he reached down and began to help her, their little hands touching every once in awhile.
“We will have to check on him everyday,” y/n spoke and she looked at John. He smiled and nodded at her.
“Meet me here tomorrow and we will make him more,” she told him. John nodded and gently set the caterpillar on his bed.
The school bell rung overhead and both children turned their heads as the teacher began to call out. Y/n stood and brushed herself off and then bent down and grabbed John’s hand in hers. He was surprised at the sudden touch. No one had ever willingly touched him so gently besides his brothers.
“Come on,” she smiled at him, “you can sit next to me in art class!” She pulled John up and towards the school. John followed after her and smiled as he realized he had just made his first friend. He finally had someone other then his brothers.
John woke, his eyes opening slowly and heavily. A warmth filled his chest as he remembered the dream he just had. For once it wasn’t a nightmare. He turned and shifted his eyes to y/n. She was now full grown and beautiful at that. He smiled as he watched her breathe softly and calmly. She looked so peaceful. Her lashes cast shadows onto her soft cheeks. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. Y/n whined in protest at being disturbed but instinctively nuzzled her head into John’s neck. She hid her face in him and their legs tangled and John let his fingers entangle into hers. She gave a soft sigh as John kissed her forehead. He nuzzled her close, as if his entire world was laying next him.
‘She is’ he thought to himself. With that he found himself drifting back into sleep. The demons were nowhere to be found, the voices silent. All he could feel was y/n beside him and her sweet scent filling his lungs.
hi if you’re still doing these: 12 for John and the deputy :>
Of course !! Thanks for requesting. 💖
Prompt : “How did you get in here ?”
Pairing : John Seed x Deputy
John was so tired. He had worked all day, going back and forth between his bunker and Joseph’s compound. He couldn’t wait to get back home, to his ranch. During the ride back, he imagined the moment his face would finally hit his soft and fluffy pillow… It almost made him fall asleep against the headrest. The follower in the driver seat noticed that.
“You’re okay brother John ?”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you, Levi. I’m just tired. Would you mind stepping on the gas ?”
A shy smile stretched the peggie’s lips. He was happy to oblige and the speed of the car increased immediately. In less than 5 minutes, they were parking in front of the ranch.
“Brother Levi I’ll let you park the car and close the main doors, alright ?”
“Of course brother John. Have a good night.”
The follower nodded to John and got back in the car to go park it further down the road. John hurried inside, eager to find the comfort of his bed. His shoes, coat and shirt were already off when he finally entered his bedroom.
“Working extra hours, huh ?”
John almost screamed, looking around his room to find who had spoken. The Deputy was sitting on his bed, a sly smirk on her lips.
“Deputy ? How did you get in here ?”
“You should really close your windows when you leave, Johnny.” she motioned towards the big window where a grappling hook was still suspended. The fear John had felt slowly wore off and he smirked.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure ? You’re finally ready to atone and you just couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning ?”
The Deputy got up and slowly made her way towards him, her eyes travelling his whole body and stopping on each and every one of his scars and tattoos. Lust burned in her eyes and it made John gulped.
“Atone, I don’t know,” she purred as one of her finger traced the inside of John’s arm. “But I’m certainly ready to say yes.”
Before he could even realize what she was implying, her lips were ravaging his. It took him by surprise but, without even breaking the kiss, he took control of the situation and his hands found their way to her lower back. She moaned when he deepened the kiss, his tongue softly slipping in her mouth. This was all so spontaneous and unexpected… But it only made it better.
All tiredness had left John’s body and had been replaced with an undying arousal for his ennemy. Without him even noticing, the Deputy got rid of his belt and his pants started to slowly slip down. He chuckled, “I feel like you’re a bit overdressed, aren’t you ?”
She laughed as well. “It’s not my fault if you’re walking around shirtless.”
They both giggled for a moment, totally forgetting that they were ennemies and simply enjoying the other’s pleasant company. The Deputy ended up taking off her shirt and John just stayed there, astonished at how beautiful she was.
“You should come by more often,” he whispered in her ear when he got closer to kiss her again.
Hi 👋🏻 I love your writing. I was wondering if you could a peice on the deputy have a really bad day fun of pain because of her cycle and how each seed would handle that. Thankies!
- Heard somewhere that exercise helps with the pain, and therefore stands beside the Deputy’s bedridden form and announces that they’re going for a run. He immediately has to dodge the pillow thrown at his head. They do not, in fact, end up going for a run, and so he has to change tactics.
- He knows a few things about dealing with pain, even if it’s not quite the same, and will try to help them with as much relief as he can, whether it means sitting next to them and trying to coax them through some breathing, or distracting them as best he can.
- Will indulge their need for intimacy, whether it happens to be sexual or if they just want to be held. He might have to work around it - if he’s working, he might insist on them sitting in his lap to cuddle, but he’ll make an effort to give them what they need during one of the most irritating times of the month for them.
- Is sympathetic, to say the least. If the Deputy is in pain, he’ll try and soothe them as best as he can, slotting in behind them as they try to get comfortable and rub their stomach and thighs in an attempt to give them something distracting to focus on, and relieve some of the tension they’ll have building there.
- Will let them stay in bed for as long as they wish, or if it’s too uncomfortable laying down, will make sure they have blankets if they want to rest on the couch or even the ground. Will have to attend to his duties, but will check on the Deputy regularly, making sure they’re okay and to see if they need anything.
- Will finish up early so that he can come and be close with them, letting them cuddle up next to him when the pain eases somewhat and a need for intimacy kicks in. Will kiss their forehead and encourage them to sleep if they can, to try and rest through the worst of it while safe and by his side.
- Will source as many items as he can that could help the Deputy. As soon as they start expressing their pain or nausea, he’ll bust out the pain meds, the heatpacks and the anti-nausea tablets. He’ll ensure that they’re well-supplied to last the month with all the items they could need and reassures them that if they need anything else, they should only ask.
- Insists that the Deputy spends the day at home, giving them blankets and soft pillows to lay on to help in case their back gives them any grief. He’ll give them a short kiss before he leaves to attend to some of his duties - shutting down the Deputy’s self-deprecating comments about how gross they must look - but he’ll return by afternoon, having sorted everything out so he can give the Deputy a helpful lunch of all the carb-filled foods they might’ve been craving.
- Heard somewhere that sex can help with period pain, and will suggest it with perhaps too much eagerness. He also has to immediately dodge the pillow grumpily thrown at him. But he’ll laugh when the Deputy grabs his shirt and tugs him down next to them to snuggle, as he’ll push their hair away from their face and give them a gentle kiss before settling in to wait out the worst of the pain by their side.
- If the pain is severe, she’ll offer some small doses of Bliss to try and take it away, but if the Deputy refuses, she’ll respect that too, and instead offer up some more general pain meds. She’ll grab a heat-pack for them too, and a bowl if need be; making a mental list of everything they might need for all circumstances.
- She gleefully presents the Deputy with a platter of wonderful food when the pain has subsided, and laughs when they eagerly set in. If the pain is too severe, she’ll try to help by suggesting some poses that are said to help relieve the pain, or make it easier to cope with.
- She’ll encourage the Deputy to lay their head on her lap, letting her brush their hair - or braid, if long enough. Will keep a bowl of water and a damp cloth at her side to press against their forehead if they get some uncomfortable flushes. Will give them compliments, knowing this is a time where they might feel the most self-conscious, so she’ll sing her praises for them and how much she adores them.
Deputy stuck with John in the bunker and she mock-sings "Oh john" and he finds it adorable lololol
Thanks for requesting!
“What’re you doing?” Rook asks, entering the control room of Dutch’s bunker to find John sat at a table and prodding at a record player with a screwdriver.
“This blasted thing has stopped working and I was trying to enjoy some music.”
“What were you listening to?” Rook asks, perching on the table next to where he works. “Hopefully not that mess of a song the cult wrote about you.”
John looks up from the record player and blinks at her. “That song was carefully written by our very own choir. It was months in the making and the worked very hard –“
“OH JOHN,” Rook yells, shouting the words at the top of her lungs. “BOLD AND BRAVE.”
“What – what are you – “
Rook smiles as she continues to scream the words. “HE’S FINDIN’ US A FAMILY, HE’S TEACHIN’ US THE FAITH.”
“What are you doing?” John asks, quietly. “Stop…”
“OH JOHN, KEEP US SAFE.” She sings the words purposely off-key, relishing in the look on his face as she mocks him.
“No, really, stop. It’s too adorable,” John says, leaning back in his chair.
“Adorable?” Rook scoffs. “How could that be adorable? I was totally off-key!”
“Yes, you were,” John chuckles. “And it was incredibly cute.”
“Pfft.” Rook flashes him a look of doubt. “You’re a weird one, John Seed,” she smiles.
“Well, you’d best get used to it,” John smirks. “We’ll be in this bunker for a long time.” Rook watches on with a smile as John returns to tinkering with the record player. “We’re all each other has, now,” he finishes, leaning back and grinning as the record player splutters to life.
“I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.” for john/miri uwu 😌❤️
lily out here requesting the good smut which takes me 84 years to get to!
words: 2224 warnings: oral, face-sitting. nothing too awful, but it is smut :’) if ao3 is more your thing, you can find the link here
Not for the first time that night, the sound of John’s disappointed moans filled the bedroom as Miriam once again rose and sat back on her haunches. A look of annoyance darkened his face, softened only by the look of concern and mild worry covering her own as she owlishly looked down at him.
He sighed in irritation. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah,” she countered, voice faint and breathless as she tried to gain some semblance of composure. “You have to breathe at some point, John!”
He only grinned. “I can’t think of a better way to go than between the legs of a beautiful woman.”
Could you write something about John becoming obsessed with the deputy as they fuck up all his shit and he finds it strangely attractive?
John follows the deputy everywhere. Not because of finding any sin, but it’s how clumsy the deputy is.
S/he can’t even hit all that men from the head. They weren’t moving!
And deputy’s chuckle when s/he does that. S/he looks around to know if anyone is watching them. Little the deputy knows about John. He grabs his beer and reaches the top of one of his outposts and wait for deputy to make a mistake.
“Really, she fell on that road?! Even a baby can walk there. This is the person i’ve lost half of my men!”
But it’s intimidating. S/he needs to be protected. Every bruise deputy has, John knows where they get it.
Now, the deputy in Fall’s End with Mary May -that crazy bitch. You wait for deputy to make some stupid shit. And there it is! Deputy laughs to something mary may says and s/he doesn’t find their mouth to drink. S/he spills all of their beer. S/he laughs herself with Mary May. When Mary May goes to the bar to bring deputy a new drink, s/he tries to take off their shirt.
John holds his breath. What a scenery he has right now. S/he couldn’t make it, and s/he cut off their shirt with knife slowly.
John grabs the arm of the chair. His thirst for deputy grows stronger.
S/he cut herself with knife.
“For fuck sake!” John never be so embarrassed and aroused at the same time. “You need me even with taking your shirt off.” he says. “I am gonna have you sooner or later. Maybe when you fall again. Hmm..”
(I don’t know this is what you ask, but i am pretty bad in make something funny, so i try to make this one steamy. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for words. I am looking forward to reading and writing another one again!)
for the prompt asks: how about John Seed with "How is my love so terrible?”
Word Count: ~1000 (changed for apparently missed lines of story… whoops)
Warnings: Torture, Real fucked up times pals
John seed is a man of refined tastes. Even as the baptist of his brother’s movement, he believes in enjoying the finer things in life wherever and whenever he can. Coming from an abusive, rich adoptive family, materialistic ideals were all he could cling to. Money solved most of his problems, and the rest he fixed with his wit or his charm. There wasn’t much John Seed wanted that he couldn’t have - then he met you.
You, the tenacious sinner and Junior Deputy of Hope County that plagued his mind like an ever present headache. Since Joseph expressed his interest in inviting you into the family - going so far as to even threaten to deny John his place past Eden’s Gate if he were to fail in his endeavor to turn you - all John could think about was you.
You with your vicious determination and blunt, actionable personality. You with your sense of justice and inmoveable morals. Just you, you, you. Where duty turned to obsession turned to lust turned to love, John would never know, but he was in too deep to care.
And so the youngest Seed brother set out to do his brother’s bidding, doing everything in his power to find ways to manipulate you into accepting your fate and in turn accept him. Capturing you was easy. Your determination to save your friend had driven you to recklessness, and from there, it was as simple as tying you up and locking you in a solitary room deep in his bunker.
The difficult part was getting you to admit defeat. Three days into the normal tortures, and you still refused to break. Starvation, dehydration, routine beatings - nothing would shift your stance. Days turned to weeks, and even John couldn’t help but be begrudingly impressed.
Despite the pain of your injuries, you still rejected your place in their family. It was obvious to John now why you were considered their most powerful opposition - you were tough - mentally and physically, but even the strongest wills can be broken. All you need is the right push.
“Pay attention,” John snaps his fingers in front of your face before grasping your chin and tilting it up so that you can properly look him in the eyes, “It’s just one word, Deputy. One. Little. Word.”
You blink tiredly at him with the one eye that hadn’t been bruised shut and force yourself to grin. “Would two suffice?”
John grits his teeth, annoyed, but used to your retorts by now. “Just say ‘yes’, Deputy, and all of this will be over.”
You laugh quietly, though the sound is dry and rough, your throat raw from screaming. “Fuck you, John.”
Dropping your chin, John sighs and turns his back to you in order to grab one of the many instruments he uses to pull acceptance from particularly difficult souls. Several of his tools are already bloodied, but he has yet to use his favorite. John grabs the ice pick and faces you once again. “I don’t like hurting you, Deputy. In fact, I think I hate it.” Despite his words, he smiles serenely.
Your breath catches as he approaches. You grit your teeth, readying yourself. John lifts his arm up high and stabs down, the pick digging between taut muscle - ripping and lodging deep. You scream, shaking in his hold, your body breaking out in a cool sweat. You taste blood in your mouth as the searing ache turns to throbbing around the metal in your thigh. Your vision is blurry when John once more lifts your chin.
“You know, I do love you, Rook.” John murmurs, thumb brushing over the clammy skin of your bruised cheek. “More than you think - more than you’ll ever know.”
Anger floods past the pain, making you shake his hand from your face as you snarl, “You sure got a fucking funny way of showing it!”
John smiles and shakes his head the tiniest bit. He tugs the pick in your thigh shooting pins of sharp agony through you, rendering you mute for a few moments. “Love comes in many forms, Deputy. Mine just so happens to be able to save your soul.”
John leans forward slowly, gently, and captures your lips with his. It’s soft, his mustache and beard rasping against your skin as you meet him and melt. You can’t help yourself - you kiss him back, desperate for human contact that isn’t edged by pain. Where you’re forceful, John is delicate, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip with a tenderness you would never have associated with him.
When he pulls away, you’re both left panting, eyes half-lidded and dark. John kisses the tip of your nose. “I know you love me, too, Deputy. I can see it in your eyes.”
You’re brought back to reality, no longer lulled into a false sense of security. The realization turns to a bitter laugh and mockery. “You either need glasses or your definition of ‘love’ is so screwed that you can’t tell the difference between it and hate.”
Instead of rising to the bait, John runs a hand through your hair, smoothing it back, away from your face before he cups your cheeks in his rough, tattooed hands. “How is my love so terrible? How is my love your hate when my love saves - it forgives, it repents.” John tilts his head, waiting for your response when he knows there won’t be any. You’re tired, he can see it in your face - in the way you look down to escape his gaze.
John cradles your head to his chest before reaching down and gripping the handle of the ice pick. You choke, “John, don’t-” and scream.
“I love you.” John sighs, muffling your anguished cries against his scarred chest. “And, because I love you, I will save you from yourself.”
You can barely keep your one good eye open, exhaustion coaxing you to darkness as tears streak down your bloodied and bruised face. John smiles, lovingly - deceivingly, “Just say ‘yes’, Deputy.” He hovers the ice pick over where he had just stabbed you, the wound still steadily bleeding. “Just say ‘yes’.”
uh…welp…I don’t really have words for this. Uh it was my first shot at yandere so….if this sucks I apologize. But this is for you @a-seed-in-need
“John please,” you whimpered softly as you backed away. The man stalked you, his eyes black, being held captive by something from within him. The beast clawed and scratched to be let free, yearning to run wild. You could almost hear the monster growling as John stepped even closer to you. His head tilted to the side at your words, dark eyebrows knitting together.
“Do you think I would hurt you my dear?” his voice was heavy with a foreign person. You did not know this John. This person terrified you. He held a switchblade that glinted against the moonlight. The moon flashed onto his white as he grinned, his nose scrunching up as he moved even closer. “Do you really think I would let that bitch take you away from me?” he spat as if spewing poison from his mouth. A laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head.
“Oh no little love, nothing can take you away from me. Not even God himself.” Your eyes flicked over to the blade he held in his hand and you saw the blood dripping from it.
“J-John, what have you done?” you sobbed, your entire body shaking in fear. His dark figure loomed before you and you had to look up as he was only inches from your face. His nose brushing yours as he pressed his face into your cheek. He breathed heavily his hands explored your body.
“You smell so…heavenly,” he breathed. His hot breath billowed around your face and you squirmed against him.
“John please,” you pleaded but his larger build kept you in place. John groaned lowly as he began to kiss your tears away. His usual well kept hair had fallen into his face, his eyes dark with lust.
“Your mine.Mine. Mine,” he growled in between kisses. “I won’t let them take you,” he promised, his eyes like daggers, stabbing into yours. His hand snaked up and wrapped around your throat as he began to nibble on your jawline. Who was this person? You couldn’t deny how badly you were fighting your body to just give into him. Your body ached for him, like never before.
“What did she say?” John asked, his voice going higher as he breathed. “Did she tell you about the others? Hmm? Did she tell you that I fucked her?” John leaned in close to your ear, biting the lobe.
“Did she tell you that I imagined all of them were you? That its was you whimpering beneath me, unable to handle the pleasure I gave you. Do you know how many times I dreamed of that? You mewling as I filled you, your precious head twisting from how good it felt. Knowing how no two people could fit better together. Two broken puzzle pieces, holding each other together.”
You felt your heart pounding, sweat had begun to form on your forehead and you whined as you willed your body not to respond. John groaned, a deep, lustful growl ripping from his lungs.
“Purr for me kitten,” he whispered, taking your bottom lip into his teeth. Give in to what you’ve always wanted. What your heart has always desired. You knew it from the time you were born that we were meant to be. The angel and the devil.”
You whimpered once more as you felt your legs giving out. You couldn’t take it anymore as you gave into John. A laugh formed deep in his chest as you finally stop fighting.
“Finally,” growled possessively as his lips took over yours.
pairing: john seed/reader (deputy) summary: it’s sweater weather baby warnings: language? absolute dumbass of a deputy
like it’s not even winter here it’s still 80 degrees everyday but I’m thinking about john in sweaters and im SWEATIN. also what is an ending pls i would love to know
like/reblog/let me know if you love it or hate it ————–
It was fucking freezing. Chilling to the fucking bones.
Winters in Hope County had you yearning to beat the shit out of everyone. The cold was unbearable and the winds only made it immensely worse, putting you in an irritable mood. Snow fell nearly every day without a hint of stopping and the temperature was only dropping every hour that passed.
“What’s wrong, deputy?” The radio suddenly popped and cracked as it came to life and with it a very unwanted voice. “You’ve been silent so long, I’m starting to miss you.”
Anonymous: Can i request something angsty/nsfw? Where fem!dep admits she loves Jacob but Jacob pushes her away, so a Jealous John snatches her up only for Jacob to then realize he loves her? First time asking for a request so I hope I did that right. Thanks!
Note: I’m sorry this took a while! I love this request btw, since my ultimate goal in life is to be sandwiched between John and Jacob until the day I die, lmao. There isn’t any nsfw because it was getting pretty long, but I hope I still did it justice! Enjoy!
“What did you just say?” Jacob asks, looking at Rook as though she just spat in his coffee.
“You heard me,” Rook frowns. “I said I love you.”
They’re standing in the centre of Jacob’s office, fresh out of training and arguing about something unimportant, as usual. It seems to be the only type of communication Jacob is willing to have with Rook these days, which hurts Rook all the more when she thinks back on how well they’d been getting along before. They’d been close – unsettlingly close if you’d asked Eli and the others – and Rook was certain Jacob had even flirted with her a few times. But it all changed about two weeks ago, when Rook had brought up the subject of marriage; asking why Jacob hadn’t settled down. The look he’d given her when she’d asked about him finding “the one” had been a look of sudden realisation and Rook was sure she knew what that realisation was. Apparently, she was wrong.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”, Mary May whispered. It was early morning when she opened the bar to step into the fresh air. Several Peggy cars lined up the entries of Falls End effectively trapping everyone inside the small town. Mary May bit her lip. John Seed was a cruel man but he was also feline like, he liked to play with his prey. He didn’t sent his men to take over the town. He was here for her.
Rushing back inside, she called up called Grace, woke up Casey before stepping into Rook’s room. Mary May almost fell back on her ass when the heavy scent hit her nose. It was absolutly mouthwatering. She could only imagine how an alpha would react to such a concotion of pheromones. Had John Seed been able to sniff her out this far away? No, she caught sight of the radio next to the barely concious deputy. “Damn you woman.”, Mary May cursed under her breath snatching the radio away in vain. It was too late already.
From the writing prompts. ‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’ For your choice!
Thank you so much for this! This one is my first John Seed/ F!Dep ficlet that turned out into idk what seriously. lol
Thank you so much to @seedsplease for allow me to use her OC, Levi the peggie in this fic! ____________________________________________
It’d been a bad idea now that she ran her train of thoughts backwards. Attacking Seed Ranch under the moonlight, half-wasted and maybe a bit bliss-highed, under the blurry daydream that everything was just an extension of her Metal Gear Solid campaign was stupid. And it wasn’t even a pivotal stratagem because as far as she knew, the younger Seedling was still tucked away in his harrowing dungeon at the Bunker.
But she needed to prove a point. To herself. She needed to know she wasn’t afraid of coming back and jump head first into the free-for-all clusterfuck in Hope County. She unconsciously dragged her fingertips over her scarred chest while memories of her close encounter with the self proclaimed Baptist harred through her mind. No, she wasn’t afraid of John. But fuck, the injury still hurt her pride. And she’ll well damn return the favor, snatching his own house from under his very nose.
In a haze, her hand closed around the trigger of her sniper rifle and aimed. If only her targets would stop wobbling. Really, drinking while working. These peggies had no shame. She took the shot, but the bullet collided against a flammable cylinder next to the porch, exploding in a magnificent fire Sharky would definitely have approved.
The flames licked the balustrade, now spreading to the stairs and she revelled with a devilish grin in the bewilderment and panic painted in the faces of the peggies.
“Put that fire down, and someone explain to me how this happened!” A man in a leather trench coat, probably the one in charge, moved hurriedly among the crowd that had gone haywire. “Brother John is going to be furious!”
She stifled a laugh biting the flap of her flannel, and adjusted her scope, drawing a bead on yet another red cylinder. Unfortunately the alcohol had damped her reflexes significantly and she tripped with the root of a nearby tree.
“You hear that?” A nearby man, dressed in the unfashionable peggie-mayonnaise craned his neck to where she was hiding, and slowly trod in her direction.
Oh fuck. She drew her pistol and turnt up as she was her shots missed the peggie’s head by good five inches hitting him in the shoulder. Mayhem unleashed at the first blast throwing to the trash bin her stealthy maneuvers.
The outside of the house crawled within seconds with a heavily armed crew, as bullets snickered in the air, rippling the silence around her. She rolled to a side, as her previous spot was soon overrun by overzealous goons looking for her blindly. She took one, two, three guards down, before dodging enemy gazes behind a bush at the very front of the house, choking with the smell of gunsmoke.
“There! Behind those bushes!”
Shit was getting problematic. Her attention snapped at the shouted words, her ears ringing by the bullets landing closer and closer to her, and before she could veer off course, two projectiles shredded the skin of her arm and abdomen.
She yelped loudly. It hurt like a motherfucker.
“Stop the fire!”
She paled to her lips. Damn. She knew that voice; that cloying tone still sending shivers down her spine. Fighting through the agonizing pain, she lifted her eyes and her ragged breath caught in her throat. Apparently her intel was wrong. Fucking Dutch. John Seed stood at the threshold, slowly descending the partly charred stairs with that smug walk of his that she found equally magnetizing and loathsome.
Everyone froze in place as he closed the distance to where she was hunched down, soaked in her own blood, drawing breath after breath to quell her…fear?
“Take her inside,” he said signaling to a burly man that stood with his head bowed next to him. The darkness and the loss of blood made everything seem bleary, so she wasn’t sure if his words really carried streaks of concern or was just her heart thundering in her ears. His blue eyes could’ve carved her soul, etching deeper than his needle.
“Fuck off John. I rather take a bullet to the head than spent a minute with you alone, again.” She hawked blood and saliva at his feet, glaring at him. She knew it was futile, like the pathetic little roars of a kitten trapped in a dark alley.
A gamut of emotions flickered on his face and she could’ve sworn pain waved back at her for a fleeting second, before disappearing behind a self-satisfied grin.
“Don’t tempt me my dear.”
She huffed and kicked hopelessly when his subordinate carried her bridal style into the house but her legs felt shaky and weak, and the effort puffed all the air out of her lungs. She shot a final glance behind her where another peggie picked up her forgotten rifle and pistol, dragging them away from her. She grunted.
Once they were inside, she chewed down a malicious comment. So much for humbleness. John Seed’s Ranch was lush and elegant, looking more like a luxurious lodge than a battle post.
How about 47 with the rich boy John Seed/Deputy? 💙 :D
47. — stars
“Never took you for the type.”
“I’m offended,” he mutters, a pout twitching his lips, “I will have you know that I’m gentlemen of the highest degree.”
You hum in reply, half-amused and nod sagely, “Johnny, till I came along you were carving sins into people. On the list of messed up things to do, that’s pretty high. Can’t blame me for being surprised by a romantic date of all things.”
“You know what else is messed up?” John immediately prompts, glancing towards the night sky as the peaceful Montana nightlife buzzes around you. “You, making me like you. I thought I was sick for days.”
You stare at him in mute disbelief for a long moment, waiting for him to tell you he was joking but no such thing happens, and a bark of laughter escapes you, “That’s the dumbest shit I’ve—”
He kisses you then, hard, because there has never been much softness about John but you don’t mind it—you never have. You have never cared about the sharp edges and malice.
Give monster love, and even it will learn to love you back. Except with more ferocity, with more commitment, because they have never tasted something quite so sweet and will never want to let it go when they do.
John’s fingers are still around your face when he pulls back, breathless, “You make me feel weak Rook,” he admits with a cruel smile, his hot breath fanning across your tingling lips. “And it’s not the type of weakness I mind, either.”
Miriam knew she should have taken the day off. It was one thing after another: if it wasn’t waking up late for work, it was the unexpected bill that sent her bank balance dangerously close to the red zone. If it wasn’t the unexpected bill, it was her car failing to start, which meant even more expense and a less than idyllic walk through the neighbourhoods of Missoula. Big Sky Country left a lot to be desired: Miriam had simply traded one decrepit city for another.
She hastily grabbed her coat, grumbling under her breath at the day’s shortcomings, before making her way to the cheapest, and therefore by extension, the grubbiest place she haunted for coffee as part of her morning routine.
It was only Tuesday morning, and already she was through with this week.
John and the deputy forced marriage or some form of breeding Kink thrown in there
Thanks for requesting!
Rook stands in the doorway, looking around the room beyond the threshold uncertainly.
She’s exhausted, on edge, and as of this evening; married. Not willingly, however.
After the many weeks Rook has spent in Hope County, she’d come to learn a thing or two about John Seed; one of those things being that he doesn’t really care much for consent. If he wants it to happen, well then, it’ll happen and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. Rook’s marriage to the youngest Seed brother had been no different. The church had been armed to the teeth and there’s no way Rook would have been able to take them all on, so she had no other choice but to accept her fate – a fate that entailed her spending the rest of her life catering to John, no doubt. However, something much more sinister was yet to happen – something looming over Rook like a thick black cloud. She knew it was coming; something she wasn’t looking forward to… the consummation.
Rook remains in the doorway, her feet planted firmly in their places.
John stands about 4 feet into the room, looking back at Rook over his shoulder with his hand held out to her, trying to coax her into willingly entering the room. But as previously mentioned: John doesn’t care if she’s willing or not. She will enter that room, one way or another.
Rook decides to retain her dignity and enter the room of her own accord, not really wanting to be thrown over John’s shoulder and hauled in kicking and screaming. Although that pretty much sums up all of her experiences with the Seed family so far.
Once she’s over the threshold, things move so quickly. The door is shut and suddenly she’s on the bed, watching as John approaches her; a loving smile spread across his lips. It’s like she’s watching a scene from a movie as John undresses her. When he’s finished – Rook’s clothes tossed over the back of an armchair in the corner – John carefully lays her down and crawls on top of her. The idea of kissing John Seed had never really crossed Rook’s mind before now and even though this whole situation is forced, she doesn’t really find the idea particularly repulsive.
John raises his hand to Rook’s face and he leans in. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he says, softly. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.” He gently kisses Rook – just a peck. A peck that leads into another peck and then into a longer one. Before Rook knows it, she’s kissing John back, curling her fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. The clock ticks by so loudly as John’s hands drift over her body – clutching at her thighs, dragging fingertips over her ribs.
He lays between her legs with her thighs pulled up and wrapped around his waist.
“Do you have –“ Rook asks between kisses. “Do you have protection?”
John pulls away briefly and looks her in the eye. “Oh, my dear. We won’t be needing that,” he tells her, rather condescendingly.
Rook swallows and looks up at him. “What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes flicking back and forth between his eyes and his lips.
“Contraception only serves to stop us from expanding our family. Why would I want that?” he asks, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I want you to bear my child, my darling.” John plants a kiss on her forehead and Rook breaths a deep breath, taking in the scent of his cologne. “We’re a family, now,” John says.
“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here by yourself?”
You stiffen at the words, that second costing you when you try to reach down for your gun. Someone’s grabbing you from behind, trapping your arms against your body, as he walks around in front of you.
It’s been a week since the river, since Pastor Jerome and the others saved you from the ‘atonement’ that John had in store for you. And whilst you’re sure he was livid when you escaped, he looks ecstatic now, smug satisfaction almost palpable in the air between you.
But this is far from over, and you return his grin with one of your own, not missing the confused look creeping into his gaze. You throw your head back, ignoring the sharp crack of pain at the back of your head as you bring a foot down on the foot behind yours, throwing an elbow back into a stomach.
How would John react to the Deputy walking into the next sermon, battered and beaten before falling to her knees and asking for forgiveness. The Deputy tells Joseph that the Marshal left her to drown in the car in the lake (scene before getting to Dutch's place at the beginning) and she doesn't know where else to go. She's furious and doesn't trust her old friends anymore. Maybe John and her end up together (Dep is now a badass) and find the Marshal after quite a while. Wrath takes Dep over
Dumblr posted this without my permission. Bleh.
Oh, oh, i like this. Thank you for requesting!
Joseph was speaking softly and confidently, his hands moving passionately with every word. All those present listened to him, enraptured - except for his brothers, who heard these sermons time and time again, and at least once while he practiced on them.
“We must except, invite into our living embrace those who”…
A loud creak and a crash interrupted Joseph’s flow, as the doors to the church flew open, a disheveled figure on it’s threshold.
Joseph heard John’s terrified gasp behind him and featured ever so slightly to prevent his little brother running ahead.
“Deputy,” Joseph said softly.
He was about to deliver a passive aggressive speech, when she stepped into the light and this time Jacob had to physically grab John to keep him where he was.
She was trailing water and blood, her hair hanging long and limp, soaked in river water. There was an ugly, puckering bruise spreading around her mouth and cheek. Blood poured from somewhere beyond her hairline across her furious, wet face. Her clothes were ripped, her deputy jacket lost somewhere, leaving her in only a thin T-shirt, which clung to her scratched and battered form.
She didn’t look at anyone as she shambled along the aisle, like a drunk - steadily, but with a heavy, suspicious determination.
John was sweating, practically jumping. He looked is if wanted to launch himself at her, catch her in his arms - and his siblings knew it to be true.
She reached Joseph, his arms lowered, gaze softened. She looked up to him, eyes red, lips trembling and held his gaze.
Joseph reached out his hand and she collapsed, her knees giving out. She didn’t lower her eyes however, her face burning with fury.
“They left me,” she whispered.
John, struggling, was finally released from Jacob’s grip and in two steps he was beside her, kneeling against her shivering body.
“Oh, darling,” he whispered, taking her chin in his hand and gently lighting her face.
“They left me, Johnny,” she said, smiling a nasty smile. Her lower lip read busted open, “I thought I’d make a difference, I thought you guys were the crazy ones… but they left me. I’m expendable.”
John looked up to Joseph, imploring, begging with his eyes. But Joseph didn’t need encouragement, he made his decision on John’s only love, his heart and soul, a long time ago.
“Can you stand up, my child?” He said calmly, but loudly, so that everyone in the church, watching in awe, could hear.
She struggled to get up, a new patch of dark blood seeping through her left trouser leg. John hesitated for a moment under Jacob’s mocking gaze, but then gently encircled her waist, leaving her whole weight on his own.
Joseph culled get cheek and she leaned into the touch, angry tears glistening in her eyes.
“The Last Herald,” he said softly. The flock audibly gasped, “Faith?"
Joseph turned to his sister who stepped forward, a shy but reassuring smile on her face.
"Take care of our newest family member. You too, John.” He added seeing the desperation in his brothers eyes, reluctance to let her go.
Faith took her under the arm and with John’s help led her away into the lush, dimly lit rooms - to be cleaned up, taken care of and born anew as The Last Herald.