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infamous-light · 3 months

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You Ruin Me

Faith Seed x Gender Neutral Reader/Deputy

AO3: You Ruin Me

Summary: As you flee for your life through the forests of Montana, relentlessly pursued by a group of Peggies, a sudden accident halts your desperate escape.

Fear grips your heart as you brace for capture, but instead, it's Faith who finds you first.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Dub-con, emotional manipulation

As you dashed through the dense forest of Montana, the towering pine trees seemed to close in around you.

Branches reached out like grasping fingers, threatening to snag your clothing and slow your escape from the Peggies. Sweat beaded on your brow, mixing with the earthy scent of damp soil and the sweet perfume of wildflowers as you pushed deeper into the heart of the wilderness.

Your heart hammered in your chest, its erratic rhythm reverberating in your ears, drowning out the sounds of your own frantic footsteps. Each thud seemed to synchronize with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, urging you to push harder, run faster.

The cold night air enveloped you like a shroud, its icy tendrils seeping into your bones. As you inhaled, fear and desperation mingled on your tongue, their bitter taste intensifying the chill that gnawed at your insides.

The distant shouts of Peggies echoed around you, drawing closer to your location. Desperation clawed at your senses, imploring you to put even more distance between yourself and the looming threat behind you.

With your firearm cradled in your grip, its weight was oddly comforting amidst the chaos. The familiar metal frame against your palms served as a grounding force, a tangible reminder of your training.

"Running won’t save you.” Faith’s voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, broke through the air, sending a shiver down your spine.

You quickened your pace. Each breath came in ragged gasps, your chest heaving with effort and your muscles burned with the strain of exertion. But still, you pushed forward, driven by the primal instinct to survive.

Faith's voice, a haunting melody that seemed to linger in the air, followed you through the dense canopy of trees, its echoes twisting and distorting with each passing moment. You couldn't escape her, couldn't shake the feeling of her eyes boring into your very being, even though you weren't able to see her in the darkness.

No matter how far you wander, you cannot escape her grasp.

Just then, the sole of your shoe got caught on an unseen root, causing you to lurch forward with a startled gasp. The ground, seemingly solid just moments ago, crumbled away beneath your weight, and before you could react, you found yourself tumbling over the edge of a small, steep cliff.

The world spun around you in a dizzying whirlwind of motion as you plummeted downward, the air rushing past your ears.

There was a sharp jolt to your body as you careened into one of the protruding rocks. The impact tore at your flesh, leaving behind a trail of spattered blood that marred the surface of the stone. Each collision left its mark until finally, with a final thud, your body came to a stop on even ground, battered and bruised.

For a moment, everything was a blur of agony and disorientation. Your senses reeled as you struggled to regain your bearings. The acrid metallic tang of blood clung stubbornly to your parched tongue as you cautiously attempted to move your jaw. With a trembling effort to push yourself upright, a sharp, searing pang of pain ripped through your body like a jagged lightning bolt, sending shockwaves of anguish through every nerve and sinew.

The situation couldn't have possibly gotten worse until you heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching near the top of the cliff. Just as it seemed the Peggies were about to reach you, they abruptly changed course, their footsteps fading into the distance as they moved away, leaving you momentarily relieved yet still on edge.

You lay there, feeling the warm blood seep from the gash on the side of your right thigh. It wasn't a fatal wound, thankfully, but it was enough to slow you down. You knew you'd need to tend to it soon before an infection could set in. But for now, all you could do was lay there.

The world around you appeared hazy and detached. Through the swirling fog, a figure emerged, moving toward you with deliberate steps.

Your muscles tensed as you recognized the approaching silhouette – it was her. With each step, her light brown hair swayed gently in the cool breeze. As she knelt beside you, her features showed a mixture of compassion and reproach.

"You poor thing," Faith cooed. “You struggle so valiantly against the Father’s plan, and for what? To play at being a hero?” Her hand caressed the side of your face, a gesture both tender and chastising.

“Come with me and I’ll show you the path.” She said, her voice a seductive whisper promising salvation through submission. But you knew better than to trust her words, to fall under her spell.

“N-No, I won’t join you.” You stammered, your voice wavering but resolute.

Faith's expression softened into one of pity as she gazed down at you. “Oh, deputy. You lash out at things you don’t understand.”

You gave her a choked, humorless laugh, the bitterness evident in the hollow sound that escaped your throat. "I understand more than you think.”

Faith's gaze lingered on you, her eyes scanning every contour of your face with an intensity that seemed to penetrate deep into your soul. At that moment, under the weight of her scrutiny, you felt exposed. It was an unsettling sensation, as if the very essence of your being had been laid bare before her.

“I can see the loneliness in your eyes,” Faith murmured, her thumb brushing against your bruised cheekbone. "But you don't have to be alone anymore. Let me be the one to remind you how it feels to have someone by your side, to share your joys and your sorrows with."

You stiffened in response, feeling the conflict rise within you like a storm brewing on the horizon. Faith’s presence, her warmth, beckoned to something deep inside of you, a longing for connection and solace. Yet, simultaneously, the instinct to protect yourself kicked in, urging you to retreat behind the fortified walls you had constructed over time.

Though, all of that crumbled away in an instant, disintegrating like sand slipping through fingers, the moment Faith's lips, warm and inviting, pressed against your own, soft yet possessive.

Her fingers traced a delicate pattern along your skin, awakening every nerve ending with a fervent hunger. The sensation of her touch was electrifying, setting your senses ablaze with a raw, primal need that demanded to be sated. Lost in the heat of the moment, you surrendered to her completely, allowing yourself to be consumed by the irresistible pull of her embrace.

Faith's hand, with its light touch, explored the contours of your chest through your uniform shirt, admiring the lines of your muscles beneath the fabric. Her fingertips then danced along the buttons of your shirt before they dared to venture lower, teasing the edge of your belt buckle.

With practiced ease, Faith's fingers deftly worked at the clasp of your belt. As the leather strap loosened, your breath caught in your throat, anticipation building with every passing moment.

Faith pulled back from the kiss, her lips parting from yours with a soft, lingering reluctance. As she gazed down at you, her eyes dark with desire, a faint smile played upon her lips.

"You're even more beautiful like this." Faith breathed, her voice a husky whisper.

In a slow, deliberate motion, Faith slipped her right hand underneath the band of your underwear, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You let out a small moan as her fingers found their mark, teasing and tantalizing with each stroke. She applied just the right amount of pressure, her movements calculated to drive you wild.

"I've been where you are, deputy," Faith began, her voice low but filled with conviction. "I know what it's like to carry the weight of loneliness for so long that it feels like it’s a part of you. But here, with us, you'll find solace. You'll find a family who understands your pain.”

Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, glistening under the moonlight.

"I know you've suffered silently, believing that no one could possibly understand," Faith continued, her gaze unwavering as she held yours, her hand stroking you faster between your thighs. "But you don't have to carry that burden alone anymore. And the Father,” Faith’s voice changed, taking on a reverent tone as she spoke of him. “He understands your suffering better than anyone. He has a gift, a way of connecting with those who have suffered and who have felt lost in this world. He can guide you through your pain and lead you to a place of peace and belonging.”

You were fighting for Hope County, for its people, for its future. But her words… they chipped away at your conviction. Was it all worth it in the end?

Your vision blurred as the tears finally streamed down your face. The salty taste on your lips only amplified the ache in your chest and you found yourself unable to contain the flood of anguish pouring from your eyes.

A soft 'aw' escaped her lips at the sight of you. Faith reached out, her left thumb wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “We’re here now and we want to help you shoulder it. Together, we can face whatever challenges come our way. Never lose Faith."

The tension between you and Faith reached its peak as her touch intensified, her hand moving with purpose between your thighs.

A guttural moan escaped your lips as you tumbled over the edge, your body on fire with pleasure. Your essence spilled onto Faith's hand, warm and sticky, and every touch, every kiss from her sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through you.

For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in a state of blissful abandon.

***

As the first light of dawn filtered through the trees, you stirred from your uneasy slumber. Blinking against the brightness, you slowly sat up onto your elbows, wincing as the pain in your limbs intensified with each small movement.

Then, as your senses fully returned, you felt something amiss – a strange looseness around your waist. Glancing down, your heart skipped a beat as you noticed your belt buckle was undone, the leather strap hanging loosely by your side. Confusion gave way to a rising sense of realization as you recalled the events of the previous night.

And then you felt it – the telltale stickiness in your pants. A flush of heat spread across your cheeks as the memory flooded back – the intense intimacy shared with Faith, her touch igniting a passion you had long denied.

Despite the ache in your body, a different kind of ache now pulsed between your legs – a craving for more of Faith's touch, for the closeness and connection she had offered, even if it came at the cost of your pride.

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imgnnafurgf · 2 months

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Remember this wonderful secret ending in farcry5 where you can just kill Joseph on the begging, then take your favorite herald and run away with them to live your happily ever after? Me neither

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seedofjoseph · 1 year

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a garden locked up is my sister, my bride

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship(s): Polyseed feat. F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 3700

Warning(s): displays of non-platonic affection between non-blood relatives; polyamory; traditional gender roles; more corn than a field; more crack than a backroad

Author's Note: The following fanfic is loosely tied to both canon and my own headcanon in the form of an E-rated one (link). And it has even looser ties to Valentine's Day.

Eden's Gate does not recognize any saints save for every Project member who ever took a bullet for the Father. There are as many martyrs as there are guns in Hope County, and some of them might've even been Valentines.

On the last day of summer and what could've easily been the first day of the Collapse, the Seeds reunited on their Ranch in Holland Valley for a feast. They were to eat, drink and enjoy life in the name of their dead Family members. And to celebrate the newest addition: you.

"I see yooou, girls," John threatened you with a sweet song, but not as sweet as the chocolate hearts you and Faith smuggled from his stockpile. "Don't be greedy," he followed your bare footfalls out of the kitchen, and your giggles all the up the stairs. "You're supposed to share."

"We are," you laughed, leading Faith into the master bedroom. "One box for the both of us," you came around the king-sized bed and cut the rug on your way onto the balcony.

"Oh, no," Faith feigned concern at being cornered. She even shielded herself behind you, sneaking a peak at John over your shoulder.

"Oh, yes."

He cracked up, catching his breath. However, he wasn't in a hurry to put his hands on either of you, choosing to extend his arms on either side of your only exit and entrance.

"Nowhere left to run," he leaned on his right foot. "Nowhere left to hide." Then, on his left.

"Brother," she spoke up when you couldn't stop snickering for long enough to do so yourself. "This isn't my fault," her hands slid along your arms and clasped the heart-shaped chocolate box you wore like armor over your chest. "She made me do it."

"What?" You turned, your cheek brushing up against her batting eyelashes. "I thought we had a Thelma and Louise thing going on," your indignation was audible and only drowned out by her sweet snickering. "Help me out here, Faith."

"I'll help you," his words were velvet wrapping around the two of you while both of his hands reached out. "I'll help you both. All you have to do is atone for your sin through an exercise in virtue," his tongue was dipped in honey while he put one foot in front of the other. "Charity."

"He wants it," she whispered into your ear, winding you up along with your arms. As she moved them like a marionette's, you saw them both before you, outstretched. "Let him have it, sister." And, as she pressed her chest against your back, her hands pulled at your own and the heart-shaped chocolate box opened before him. "You want a taste?"

"Want a taste?"

John was only another slow and sure step away from snatching the entire thing, but he stopped and stuttered when all three of you opened yourself to him. "What?" He narrowed his eyes and bunched up his brows. "What are you two playing at?"

"Charity," Faith blew air like a summer breeze behind your ear.

"Charity."

He didn't bite, but he did try for a taste test. With his eyebrows now raised and his eyes digging into the box, John placed his palms atop yours.

"Let him have it," she extracted her hands from underneath his and surrendered yours for direct skin-to-skin contact.

As soon as she slithered her way down your spine and over your sides, he bound your wrists in a brisk move that had the heart-shaped box falling between your fingers and shattering in chocolates all across the balcony. Her esape plan has been a success, leaving you trapped.

"Judas," you called after your partner-in-crime who was crawling away from the chaos she'd created.

"Look at what you did," John joined both of your wrists into a single grip of his. "Look at what you made me do," he lifted your arms above your head and spun you around, slamming your back against his chest as he pulled you into a crushing caress. "Now nobody gets to have a taste."

"John," you screeched, more thrilled than tortured by his manhandling. "John, stop," your voice shifted to a higher pitch, the shrill sound of it a stranger to your own ears. "I almost stepped on one," you balanced yourself on your bare feet while being dragged across the sun-kissed balcony.

What felt right at home was the hot and heavy breath at the back of your head. "I said I would help you, didn't I?" And the sensation of his strained arm muscles maneuvering your body back into the bedroom. "All that processed sugar is bad for you," he squeezed the side of your thigh he tightened his arms around, crumpling the crispt white skirt of your new Sunday dress he had scavenged Holland Valley for.

"Let her go," you heard Faith before you saw her. She stood taller than both of you, up on the bed, but chose to come down from there by landing and latching onto John's back.

"Fuck," he screamed, swiveling and stumbling with you handing off of his arms and her hanging off of his shoulders. "Fuck," he fell to his side, cushioning the both of you as your bound bodies bounced atop the mattress.

"Let us go," she threatened, untangling his now limp limbs from around your torso before binding him with his back against the sheets and his wrists in each of her small hands. "Or else."

"Fuck," John heaved, his chest moving up and down, lifting and lowering her as she straddled it. Still, while he strained to breathe with her sitting atop of him, he didn't even bother to wrestle his hands out of hers from where they wound up: over his head. "You know I can't do that, Faith."

From where you lay across the mattress, stretched out on your side next to him, you saw a man more than content to have been captured by a couple of women. Though he did make a show out of the sweet struggle of being suffocated by the strands of the perfumed hair draped over his face.

"Then we can't let you go," you laughed, looking at your sister-in-suffering who had joined forces with you once more when she dipped her head next to yours.

"Girls," he exhaled, not even bothering to move his mouth when you stole the last of his air from his lungs with a short and sweet peck. "You're going to be the death of me," he inhaled, the Bliss clinging to Faith's hair tickling his nose.

A fourth voice raised above your girlish giggling and his heavy breathing. "Ladies," it boomed and bounced off the bedroom walls. "This asshole bothering you?" It brought your attention to the door that none of you had bothered to close.

"Brother," your sister freed your other brother, flying off of him and over to Jacob Seed. "You made it," she smashed against his side.

"'Course I made it," he smiled, none of the hard lines you saw illuminated in the moonlight all those nights ago showing themselves in the afternoon sun. "It's Valentine's Day," he stroked her hair, his large, calloused hand sliding smoothly against the crown of her head. "C'mere, angel," he beckoned you. "Jonny can't hurt you while I'm around."

"Don't let Joseph hear you call it that," you hear John comment cooly from the emptied bed while you bounced to his brother's other side, warming up to his body heat.

He snorted, swinging his arm over your shoulder. "Let's wish each other Happy Holiday within earshot. Just to be safe."

"Where is Father?"

"He's wishing everyone else a Happy Holiday," Jacob looked down at Faith, rubbing calming circles into her sad, slumped shoulders. "He was closing in on the church in Fall's End the last time I radioed him."

"I thought we'd all be there for the potluck," you looked over the chocolate hearts melting out in the sun. "Is that still happening?"

"Everyone's coming over here for dinner," Jacob followed your line of sight all the way to the balcony. "Is that what you were fighting them over, Johnny? Candy?"

"I was teaching them about charity," the youngest brother defended himself, dry and parched for attention. "That candy was supposed to be passed around at the table, not hoarded."

"He thinks I'm hoardin' you," the oldest brother whispered, winding each of his arms around your middle and whisking you both off of your feet. "Here's your charity case," he huffed, hurrying towards the bed where John still lay.

All three of you landed in a heap of laughter, latching onto the fourth with greedy, grubby hands and starved smirking mouths. Now it was you and Faith on either side of John, leaving Jacob alone and above the scene, on his hunches, hollering.

"How's that for a treat, Johnny?"

"Damn it," he answered from under the adoration he was being showered with. "God damn it," he tossed his head back when your lips slipped into his collar where it was getting hot and stuffy.

"That sweet, huh?" Jacob moved off of the mattress and made a short trip to the scene of the crime to recover the surviving chocolates.

"More like blasphemous," John's chest shook under your mouth as he chuckled. "Sinful." And he licked the corner of his mouth where Faith had kissed him. "Deadly," he smirked at the sound of her squeak. He had snatched her up by the nape of her neck. Then, he tenderly tongued at the corner of her mouth, tasting the seam of it.

"Aww," she provoked him, pressing her forehead against his. "We've been too hard on you."

"Hard?" He slid his hand down your spine, slipping it under the skirt and slapping your uncovered cheek so hard your thigh trembled where you had thrown it over his obvious bulge. "I haven't been hard enough on you."

"Thought today was supposed to be about tender loving care," Jacob joined you on the bed, hicking his knee up at the foot of it. "And treats," he plucked a heart from the similarly shaped box. "Johnny, think fast," he tossed it towards him.

To everyone's surprise, including his own, John caught the treat between his teeth. In response, Jacob barked out a laugh, Faith pulled away far enough to bring her palms together and clap, and you slacked your jaw.

"Atta boy!"

"Father be praised!"

John, with his mouth full, couldn't respond. At least, not verbally. As if to cover up the crevice that was your open mouth, he gave you half of his heart to bite.

Jacob plucked another one and popped it into his own mouth. "There's that charity you were teaching 'em about," he chewed.

"It's a virtue," John licked his lips and laid down, high on the sweetness he'd been served.

You went as far as to demonstrate the lesson, by cupping Faith's cheek and carefully passing half of the chocolate chunk to her.

"Good," the older brother gave his approval, approaching the both of you with another heart to share. And it was Faith's turn to tear into it and feed you half. "Good girl," he groaned when you glazed his chocolate-covered fingers while wrapping your lips around them. "Shit," he choked out as you sucked him in.

"That sweet, huh?" The younger brother teased.

"Loving care and sweet treats," he cleared his voice, closing the now empty box with his saliva-slick fingers. "And gifts," he tossed it towards the entrance where a rucksack rested. "Fetch."

You and Faith stared at each other for no longer than a second before sprinting toward the bag of goodies. While you shoved the door hard enough for the wind to shut it, she snatched a strap and pulled it across the floor and to the foot of the bed. And under both brothers' eyes.

"Don't tell me you went shopping."

"No," he shook his head as if turning over the idea inside his skull. "Did you?"

"I did," John draped one arm over his shoulder and dropped one atop your white sleeve. "A new dress for our new sister."

"Fancy," Jacob murmured, watching you kiss his brother's knuckles in gratitude. "Musta been expensive."

"Not more expensive than Faith's," John looked over at her, and she swung her arms in the air, her new loose sleeves fluttering like wings..

"I went huntin'," Jacob said suddently, startling you.

Locking eyes with Faith again, you slowly sunk your hand into the rucksack while she silently unzipped it.

"And pickin' flowers," Jacob leaned down, taking the lead and taking out the two newspaper-wrapped boxes.

"What? What kind of flowers growing up there anyway?" John snorted while the two of you tore into the gifts. "Did you chop down a three for each?" John inquired further, now faced with two wooden boxes, blessed with the blood-red paint of Eden Gate's Cross.

"Will you wait for 'em to open the damn things or are you just gon' guess my ear off?" He raised his voice and his posture, tensing up. "A'ight," he clutched his knees, digging his jagged nail into his warn-out jeans. "Ladies?"

Silently, the two of you made a truce to break the tension, lifting up the lids at the same time. Gasping, you gathered your gifts which consisted of a rabbit foot silver pendant and the wildflowers laid to rest in raisin at the bottom of the box.

"Went huntin' on the last full moon, when this jackrabbit jumped out," he rubbed his palms against his pants as if to dry them further. "They're supposed to be lucky charms, though those feet didn't take 'im to no pot of gold," he toyed with the foot hanging from his neck, slumping over and steading his forearms on his thighs. "Made 'em myself. And the boxes. Painted 'em. Poured the raisin."

John joined him, crossing his arms atop his thighs. "You have an artist's eye," he joined their foreheads and Jacob's frown was smothered between their skins. "Runs in the family."

"He does," Faith showed off her flowers to you. "He made us still life paintings."

You traced them through the transparent surface. "They're beautiful."

"And poisonous," she added, now adorning the taxidermied charm around her neck. "It's bittersweet nightshade."

"Poetry runs in our blood," John smiled and Jacob joined him in the end. "Beautiful and deadly."

"They are." He reached down for the both of you, and you each rested your cheek in one of his cupped hands. "Like a couple of little ladies I know."

"Thank you," Faith fluttered her lashes and kissed his thumb while it traced her sweet smile.

And you took your time nuzzling into the warm nook that was the palm of his hand.

"Do you hear that?" John perked up, peering over Jacob's bowed head and out towards the balcony.

"Cavalry's here."

Faith was fast to react, running across the floor and reclining over the railing. "He's here," she jumped on her bare feet, joining in the outdoor choir. "The Father's here," she waved down at them, then waved over to you.

The Father was preoccupied with the praise of every other sibling downstairs to spot either one of you up on the second floor. It was Jacob's whistling that diverted the direction of his eyes from the driveway and focused his split attention on a singular point. And it felt like you were in the crosshairs of a firearm instead of a heated gaze.

Your heart was racing so fast, it competed with the rabbit's foot pendant you wrapped around your wrist. And it stopped altogether when the sun highlighted the slight curve in the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for your sister squeezing your hand, you might've melted down to your feet like the chocolates still scattered on the balcony.

"Joseph," Jacob exclaimed. "See you downstairs," he enunciated.

Joseph Seed answered with a big wave and a small smirk.

"C'mere, Johnny," you caught the oldest brother's words as they slipped through the cracked open bathroom door. "You chocolate all over your mouth."

"Damn it, Jake," the sound of the youngest brother sighing had you and Faith smiling silently at each other. "I'm not a fucking child."

"Oh, shit," you heard her swear for the first time, right before she grabbed a toothbrush - John's toothbrush - from the sink and furiously cleaned her chocolate-stained front teeth. "Make it fast," she passed it to you along with the paste. "Father's probably done wishing Happy Holiday by now."

"Gimmie a second," you sighed, still shaking from the earlier sighting. "Just need a second," you tremble as you thread your fingers through your hair.

"Here," she smoothed her fingers against your scalp and behind your ears. "He loves this fragrance," she stroked the spot with the scent she chemically engineered herself and had bottled especially for you in a glass vial. "He won't even notice the nervous sweat."

"Shut up," you lean back against her, laughing.

"I like it," she stared you down, over your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror. "You smell like you did back when you lept off of Joseph's Word," she nuzzled the strip of skin she rubbed the Bliss-based spray into. "You were so scared," her lips latched onto your earlobe. "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" She whispered over the wet flesh and you whimpered. "Now you're one with the Father."

You remember it like a dream or a nightmare. Sister Faith had you take a leap of faith like every other Devoted, but it wasn't enough to keep on the Path. In the end, it wasn't Brother Jacob who brought you to your knees. It was Brother John who filled you with fear, soaked you in your own sweat, and make you bow before the Father.

Now, with a trembling on your lips and a thrill up your spine, you toss your head back, resting it on her shoulder, and taste sweet trepidation behind her tongue and sucked in a minty tongue.

"Your second's up," she pulled away, pulling a pained sound out of you.

"One more," you spun around, snatching her up and sitting her atop the sink.

"You're bad," she giggled while you gathered up the white lace into her lap and shoved your satin skirt-covered thighs in the sweet, slick space between hers. "Such a bad influence," she puffed, pushing her pelvis forward.

"Shut up and kiss me," you spoke into her gaping mouth, grinding down on he groin.

Your tongues had only just passed each other when reality came rapping at the bathroom door.

"Ladies," Jacob sounded faint like he'd been the one stealing breaths away. "Joseph's downstairs."

"In a minute," your sister spoke for the both of you, sliding off of the sink and smoothing down her dress skirt. In a minute, she combed through your mushed hair and cooled down your boiling blood. "Take the leap," she laced her fingers with yours and took the lead. "It'll be worth it."

John escorted you, holding the bedroom door open. "Take a good long look, Jake. That's the last we'll see of them."

"Just turn your head around, jackass," Jacob followed in your footsteps.

"You know what I mean," you heard John closing in on you and the first flight of stairs. "Daddy's home."

"Startin' to think it's you who needs to learn how to share," he lowered the volume of his voice the further down you went. "Bet that bed back there could fit five."

Faith feigned ignorance, swinging the bound arms between the two of you as she skipped her way to the sofa where Joseph Seed sat with a guitar in his lap.

"Father!" She bounced onto the bear rug and you followed, feeling the fur tickle your toes. "Look!" Turning towards you, she unfurled your fingers and thought you how to twirl.

And you mirrored her, moving counterclockwise, and pausing with your hands on each side of your skirt. "Mine has pockets, too," you slipped them inside.

"Brother John got them for us!"

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him and he hesitated at first, but eventually smiled back.

Like you, John picked up on the guitar pick pausing, and the strumming stopping. The Father was about to speak.

"Beautiful," his sky-blue eyes lit up behind the sun of his glasses like he already knew where to look for the 'deadly' that 'beautiful' was paired up with. Lifting the guitar off of his lap, he sat each of you on either side of him. And so, he hoisted your leg up on his thigh, while you folded the other under you and cozied up into the cushions.

"John always had an eye for the finer things in life," his voice was warm and his breath was hot as he spoke against the slope of your neck like he already picked up on the perfume.

"Runs in the family," John's smile was sincere as he came to sit at your side.

"You'd have to be blind not to know a pretty little thing when you see one," Jacob took you by your hand and showed off the silver pendant nestled in the palm of it. "Killed this one for 'em. And for good luck."

"Is that blood on your hands? Joseph focused on his thumb, the sweet stain still clinging to it.

"Chocolate," he chuckled after taste-testing it. "We shared a box full of 'em."

John smothered a laugh between your shoulder blades and Faith hid her face under Father's chin.

"I see," the Father unfurrowed his brow, relaxing his rigid muscles underneath your tentative touch. "I do hope you saved room for dessert."

"Doncha mean dinner, Joseph?"

"I mean cupcakes," his smirk returned, a hand running through your hair, tucking it behind your ear while he took another whiff.

"Oh," Faith brightened up, bouncing on his knee. "You've been baking again?"

"No," he pecked her pouting lips. "We'll be baking. All of us. As a family."

"A'ight," Jacob's joints popped as he plopped himself next to Faith. "Long as the baby doesn't go anywhere near a stove."

"The baby?" You were confused, but only until John cleared the fog you found yourself in.

"There he goes again. Jake, I'm your kid brother, not an actual kid."

"You are the man of the house," Joseph said solemnly, with only a sprinkle of sarcasm. "Thank you for hosting us this holiday, John."

"Happy Holiday," you wished him, just as you and Jacob had agreed.

"Happy Holiday, my child," he murmured into your mouth, gifting you your first kiss on the last day of summer.

And, if God is good, it would be the first day of the Collapse.

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wrathfulrook · 1 year

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Oh the Bliss

Pairing: Female Deputy (Patience Ekner) x Faith Seed

Rating: E

Warnings: Dubcon at best, since Faith loves to use her Bliss :)

Word count: 2k

Summary: Faith decides the deputy would make the perfect Angel for her, and decides to take her for test run.

Read on ao3 here.

Faith circled the blissed-out deputy, hungry eyes meeting blank ones. She didn’t know or care what the deputy was thinking, seeing. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was how well she took to the drug. And, god, did she take to it. She would make a perfect Angel.

All Joseph had said was that the deputy was to be kept alive and made to join the flock. Still, she knew he’d prefer she not be an Angel. Jacob was training her to join the ranks of his Chosen. John wanted her to confess, to join the devoted through him. And although Joseph would almost certainly prefer one of those options, Faith felt confident she could get away with elevating the deputy. She was Joseph’s beloved baby sister, succeeding where all other Faiths had failed. She’d perfected the bliss formula, finished the Path, and even erected his monument. Yes, her leash was long and she knew it.

And it was easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Besides, the deputy wouldn’t be just any Angel. She’d be special. Always by her side. Joseph may even like that, how she could serve as a symbol to the Resistance. A fallen hero, elevated to Faith’s favorite Angel. She shivered in pleasure at the idea.

Still twirling around the sedate deputy, she hummed her tune, keeping her calm and lost in the Bliss. She let her fingers wander, traipsing over her still form as she moved. Finally stopping in front of the woman, she raised one small hand to the band holding her braided hair back, and let it loose, fluffing it over her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it, admiring its length and its silky texture. It was a beautiful blonde, just darker than hers. She’d let her keep her hair, she decided. After all, Angels were shaved for hygienic purposes, to keep their hair from matting as they labored in the dirt. But the deputy was going to be her special Angel, and her hair was just so attractive. She’d keep it.

“Would you like that?” she asked in her lilting voice, despite the fact she hadn’t voiced her previous thoughts aloud.

Even so, the deputy hummed an affirmative, and Faith smiled brightly. She was so good, so pliant. She’d be such an obedient Angel for her.

Faith’s small hand reached up, and she used two fingers to gently trace the deputy’s lightly parted, soft, pink lips. She pushed her lower lip down and Faith giggled at the pillowy sensation her pouty lips provided. It would be best to keep her muzzled in public, when her mouth wasn’t in use. And Faith would be sure to put it to good use.

Her core pulsed at the thought and she let out a gentle, pleased sigh at the sensation. She couldn’t wait to get her back to her gate, to begin her full transition to Angel.

Stepping back and removing her fingers, she grasped the deputy’s forearms and raised them up, above her head. She loosened her hold, but the arms stayed where she had placed them, and Faith giggled in delight.

“Good girl,” she trilled.

The deputy did not respond, still looking blindly ahead, breathing heavily.

Faith lifted the deputy’s shirt up, struggling to remove it from the slightly taller woman. But the deputy did not fight her, and she eventually pulled it free. She lowered the deputy’s arms before circling her to unclip her bra, letting it fall onto the grass below. She stepped back to admire the smooth, milky white skin, stretched over lithe muscle. The deputy was decorated with freckles, even where her shirt hid her from the sun. Beautiful.

Flitting back to the front of her, Faith smiled at what she saw. A gorgeous chest. She brought a single hand up to lift one of her breasts, inspecting the soft, warm mound, admiring its weight on her palm. A large chest, but not too large, she thought as she let gravity take it, watching it bounce and settle. Fun to look at, to touch, but not yet sagging under its own weight. Perfect. She used a single finger to swirl around the pert, pink nipple, watching in fascination as it pebbled under the stimulation. She was so responsive. It was hardly a trait required of the average Angel, but for what she had in mind for this one… She smiled.

Humming her tune once again, her small hands trailed down either side of the deputy’s torso, causing goose flesh to form in their wake. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped the deputy’s jeans, pushing them slowly down her long legs and her letting her cheek brush across the soft, cool skin as she moved. She felt her own expression turn into a pout as she struggled to remove the jeans and boots. Once the deputy was an Angel, she’d keep her in stretch pants, or in a dress. Something easy to work around or remove.

The deputy stepped out of her shoes and pants when asked, still in her own world, but just as open to suggestion as Faith could want. She swayed on her feet but didn’t lose her balance, thankfully. After all, Faith wanted her Angel to be able to move when ordered to. Standing before the Herald of the Henbane in nothing but a pair of black panties, expression completely blank, the deputy had never looked more beautiful, helpless, or pathetic.

“Lie back, now,” Faith told the deputy, guiding her by her shoulders. The deputy obeyed, letting herself be led to the ground. “Good.”

Kneeling between the deputy’s bent and spread legs, the Herald pulled the underwear down her long, pale legs, finally leaving her bare. Eyeing the prone woman in the grass before her, Faith couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her. What a glorious sight. The deputy, leader of the resistance, thorn in her side, malleable and open before her.

Her long hair splayed out across the grass. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, half lidded. Her lips remained slack and parted. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took while her fingers absently moved through the grasses and flowers surrounding her.

Still smiling, Faith ran her fingertips through the neat, dark curls on the deputy’s mound and asked, “Are you ready for your new life to begin, Deputy?”

The deputy, rendered agreeable and stupid from the Bliss, nodded lazily.

“Good girl,” Faith praised her again, resisting the sudden urge to grope at the helpless body before her. Instead, she rose to her feet, humming once more, and circled around to the deputy’s head. The woman’s glazed eyes looked directly up at her, and a small smile tugged at the slackness of her face. This drug was truly a miracle.

With that thought, Faith sunk onto the face waiting below her, holding the skirt of her dress out of the way. Her knees straddling the head beneath her and gazing down at the nude form laid out in front of her, she rested her weight on the dry grass and soft blonde tresses while she moved her hips, adjusting her position until she rested on the deputy’s plush, pink lips.

She sighed contentedly as she settled, but gasped suddenly when the deputy’s mouth started working on her. She hadn’t even needed to be told. So, so good. She couldn’t wait to take her back to her gate, fully elevate her. If she was this pliant now, Faith could hardly imagine how well she’d do as a full Angel. Her special Angel.

Dropping her skirt in favor of reaching for the exposed breasts before her, the deputy was now fully encased by the other woman. Right where she belonged. She firmly squeezed one of the pillowy globes while lightly tugging on the nipple of the other. The mouth below her worked harder in response, tongue excitedly laving over her lower lips.

Faith hummed as she played with the body in front of her. It was like a game. See which buttons she could push, which levers she could pull, to get specific responses. It wasn’t long at all before the deputy was whining pitifully into her, and Faith relished the sensation. The deputy’s ignored pussy was desperately humping the air, much to her delight. She leaned forward and lightly stroked the wet, leaking hole before harshly pinching her clit. The deputy yelped, but continued furiously working at Faith’s own clit, licking, kissing, and sucking.

With a thoughtful tilt of her head, Faith rested her full weight on the eagerly working face below her. She let out a satisfied, lilting sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh when she felt the deputy’s forehead supporting her cheeks and her nose practically buried between them. Her lips and tongue moved a bit slower, now that there was more weight to push on them, but she more than made up for any lack with her enthusiasm.

Faith watched in thoughtful fascination as the deputy’s form squirmed and writhed pathetically, desperate for some sort of relief. She did not provide any, instead bringing her fingers up to stroke and squeeze her own breasts through the white lace of her signature dress. She gently gyrated her hips and simply enjoyed herself.

Soon, the deputy began to lose steam, almost- but not entirely- abandoning her faithful ministrations in favor of gulping breaths. With Faith’s full weight pushing down on her, her flesh sealing her in, she couldn’t take in any oxygen.

Faith’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the sensation of the gentle suction on her most sensitive parts created by the deputy’s insignificant attempts at gasping for air. She moaned aloud as the woman’s torso began to weakly buck and spasm with the diaphragm’s desperate need to pull breath. But she stayed put, underneath Faith. The deputy, the rogue terror of the county and threat to her reign in the Henbane, obediently letting herself struggle and suffocate under her pussy.

With that thought, Faith came violently, convulsing with the force of it, letting out a guttural moan that was almost a yell. She ground herself down, hard, onto the deputy’s face and she rode out the incredible orgasm, only resting once her core was just barely pulsing with the aftershocks of it.

She let herself take a few deep steadying breaths before rolling herself onto the ground, having just enough wherewithal not to kill her new plaything. Her future Angel gasped loudly and desperately, like a fish out of water, and Faith imagined she’d have to spend some time on breath training her.

Finally feeling calm and recovered from her intense orgasm, she sat up and leaned back on her hands, taking in the sight of a truly spent deputy. She still lied where Faith had placed her, and her eyes were still unfocused. But she was flushed from exertion and her face was a wet mess, enough so that Faith realized she must have squirted over the desperate woman as she came.

The deputy, still blissed-out beyond coherence, was gently rocking her hips again, needing a release of her own.

Faith pouted and lightly scolded her, “None of that. Stop now.”

She ceased the movement of her hips, but Faith could still see her hole fluttering uselessly. Fine. Keeping her special Angel in a constant state of arousal would probably be helpful, actually. But it wasn’t her job to cum. It would be her job to make Faith cum. A job she certainly seemed well-suited for.

Faith smiled lightly once more as she rose to her feet. She reached for the deputy’s hand and pulled her up. She did not wipe the deputy’s face and she did not offer her the abandoned clothes littering the field’s floor. She simply took her hand and began walking off in the direction of her gate, humming her tune anew. Angels did love music, after all.

And the deputy would be the perfect Angel.

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#my stuff #faith seed x deputy #faith seed x female deputy #faith seed x patience ekner #faith seed fic #faith seed #oc: patience ekner #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fic #fc5 #fc5 fic #the whistling beaver voicemail

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haunt3dh3art · 6 months

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okay this is rlly obscure but does anyone remember a Far Cry 5 fanfiction on AO3 - it was a Jacob Seed x reader, and i think it started with the reader taking pictures of Johns ranch or something? eventually they got caught and were captured at the ranch for like MONTHS, i think the reader’s dad dies or sm? i rlly hope it’s not been deleted or taken down cause it was actually a decent piece of writing! thank you for any help :)

#far cry 5 #far cry fandom #jacob seed #joseph seed #faith seed #john seed #jacob seed x reader #joseph seed x reader #faith seed x reader #john seed x reader #jacob seed x deputy #joseph seed x deputy #faith seed x deputy #john seed x deputy

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Shiptober Day 23

Prompt: Car Sex + Missionary

Ship: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, strap on, technically bareback, kind of public play too

Words: 1, 713

Having a halloween party seven days before halloween may have seemed stupid to some, but the residents of Hope County were full of people who played by their own rules. One of those rules being; the last week of October was halloween week. Which meant parties every night until halloween night where the whole County put on a celebration.

Dean had never been a party guy, unless that party included plenty of food and watching his friends play video games and complain about their day jobs. He'd agreed to this one, if only because Faith had refused to let him out of bed until he succumbed to her pleas. And when he got to see her in a far too short light blue dress with fake, fluffy white wings on the back and a golden halo held up by a thin piece of wire above her head he decided it was more than worth it.

Meanwhile; he wore a tattered plaid shirt, unbuttoned with nothing under it at Faith's request, and ripped jeans. With some light makeup to make a simple, low effort attempt at a werewolf outfit that seemed to appease everyone well enough. Faith was more than appeased by it, her hands wandering to his bare chest and stomach plenty even before they left for the party.

Those wandering hands didn't calm down at any point during the night, in fact after they both had downed two or so beers she had attached herself to his side. Her hands groping his stomach, body pressed up against his side as she grinded on him and her painted lips leaving a trail of hickies along his neck. Dean had returned the advances, of course he had, hands subtly slipping just under her dress to caress her sensitive skin.

At some point it got too loud, too hot—Faith tugged Dean away to his car and pushed him down in the back seat, crawling ontop of him and locking their lips in a clumsy kiss. Her hands dragged down his chest, his dug into her thighs and their hips grinded against each other in a slow, agonising rhythm.

"Fuck you look so good tonight," Dean mumurs in between heated kisses, pushing her dress up and gropping her ass. She smiles and leans back, hands resting on his stomach as she puts on a small show by squeezing her arms against her chest, her breasts basically popping out of the silky dress as she did. She giggles at Dean's expression, brown eyes hazy and locked onto the soft mounds of flesh as he all but begins to drool.

"You want me to take this off baby?" She asks coyly, reaching her hands up to push the thin straps off her shoulders, the blue fabric sliding down another fraction and revealing more of her chest. Dean nods almost immediately, swallowing thickly as his hands knead her soft flesh in anticipation. Neither of them seemed to care they were in the middle of an open field where any of the other party goers could walk by and catch a peek at the both of them.

There were probably mutliple couples fucking at this party already anyways, at least they had the decency to take it to Dean's car before going at it.

Faith shimmies the dress down, letting it bunch up around her waist and exposing her bare chest. Her nipples were hard from the cold air and Dean pushes himself up hastily, Faith sliding down his lap and giggling as he begins pressing kisses along her chest. He drags his warm tongue over one of her nipples and her head falls back, a gentle moan escaping her lips as she buries her hands in his hair. She grinds down on him again, her lacy white underwear dragging across his jeans and creating a delicious friction.

Faith could feel his strap on through the rough fabric, hard and ready for her. She was glad she asked him to wear it, the low ache between her legs basically begging for it to be inside of her.

"Take your pants off," She commands, her own neediness making it sound more like begging as she lifts herself up. She helps him unbutton his jeans and tries to keep off him as he shimmies them down to his knees. She stops his hands as they hook under the waistband of his boxers, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyes the peach toned silicone peeking out the top.

She scoots herself back, to the point her ass is hanging out of the car, and bends over to lick the head; her hands planted on his stomach. Dean lets out a shaky breath, intoxicated by the filthy sight as she sucks on it feverently. She pulls down his boxers, six inches of girthy silicone springing free into the air and she greedily takes most of it in her mouth.

"You look so pretty like that," Dean sighs, reaching a hand down to tangle in her hair as she bobbed her head. She moans, looking up at him, her blue eyes clouded with desire. She brings her head back up, letting the toy fall from her lips; a string of saliva tauntingly dripping from her tongue and down the length of the toy. She wastes no time crawling back up his body, pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips as she lines herself up on his strap, pulling her underwear to the side and lowering herself onto him.

She moans into his mouth as it slides inside of her with ease, stretching her and filling her just the way she liked. A whimper breaks through the moan as Dean juts his hips upward, thrusting deeper into her. She rolls her hips as he continues thrusting into her, holding himself up by his elbow while his other hand holds the back of her neck. The car begins to rock with their movements and Faith's expression twists into a sinful smile, breathing ragged as Dean trails wet kisses down her neck.

"That feels so good, fuck," Faith breathes out, letting her head fall back as Dean sucks on her neck. She lifts herself up, dropping herself down and meets Dean's thrusts eagerly. Her thighs were coated with her own slickness already, that heat pooling between her legs bubbling into molten need as she bounces on Dean's lap with reckless abandon. Dean leans back to watch her for a moment, a small grin on his face as she gasps and moans shamelessly, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she rides him.

"God damn… I could watch you ride me all night," He murmurs, hand trailing down to her hip and digging into the soft flesh as she moves against him.

"Make me do all the work, typical," She huffs playfully, grinning cheekily as a look of half-hearted offence flashes across Dean's face. In seconds he flips them both over, a small squeal escaping Faith as her back meets the leather seat. She can't help but laugh as Dean grins wolfishly down at her, but it soon melts into a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against hers; the new angle absolutely maddening.

"Yes—Fuck! Faster, please!" She gasps, grabbing at his back and grinding her hips up uselessly against him. Dean grabs her hips, rough but not enough to hurt, and starts thrusting into her with quick, deep thrusts. Faith digs her nails into Dean's back, her head falling back against the seat as broken moans tumble from her parted lips. Their bodies slide against one another in perfect tandem, the thin layer of sweat forming creating a filthy wet sound as their hips meet.

"That feel good, baby?"

Faith feels her breath hitch in her throat at the low tone of Dean's voice, the purr of the pet name against her skin as he nips at her collarbone sending shivers up her spine.

Faith squirms and grins in delight as Dean slides one hand between them to toy with the sweet bundle of nerves between her thighs, the extra stimulation shooting fireworks through her body as he matches the rhythm of his thrusts with his hand.

"Oh god," she chokes out, eyes fluttering closed as the tension between her legs coils up tighter and tighter, each rub from Dean's nimble fingers and deep thrust from his strap sending her closer to the edge. Dean presses hot kisses to her neck and collarbone as her back arches, nipping at her skin as she whimpers and clings to him.

Faith's thighs begin to tremble, her foggy mind going completely blank as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, any noise stuck in her throat as she's rocked by her orgasm. Dean doesn't slow his movements, each flick of his fingers against her clit shooting electric shocks through her entire body. The wet sounds only double as her cum coats the silicone toy now driving her into the blissful state of overstimulation.

"You look so pretty when you come baby," Dean breathes out as her voice finally comes back to her, his name falling from her lips in between her pants and strained moans. She looks up at him with bleary eyes, brings her hands up to his face and pulls him down into a sloppy kiss as he keeps fucking her into the leather seat. She can barely think, lost completely to the pleasure dancing underneath her skin and the taste of his tongue. She wraps her legs behind him, trapping him against her and giggles against his lips.

"You can take me home now," She whispers, nipping at his bottom lip as he finally slows his hips.

"You're gonna have to let me get up for me to do that babe," He grins, trailing his hand up and down her heaving body mindlessly.

"What if I ride you while you drive?" Faith suggests, eyes suddenly wide as the idea pops into her drunken brain. Dean laughs, head falling against her shoulder as she cards her hands through his hair.

"We would crash—and I dunno if I should be driving right now sweetheart,"

"Hm. Okay, keep fucking me until you sober up then,"

"Ma'am yes ma'am,"

#far cry 5 oc #Faith Seed x oc #faith seed x deputy #Deputy Dean Tag #Oneshot Tag #Shiptober2022 #nsft #Nsft Tag #no cult au #Ship: In The Bliss

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harmonyowl · 2 years

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5 7 Song Playlist Tag! (Blythe Paige Edition)

So I was tagged by the lovely @direwombat! So thank you so much again hun, I love doing things like this! 💜 If you’d like to do it I will be tagging @deputyash, @strafethesesinners, @schoute, @calamitycowboy, @teamhawkeye, and @theuwuscrolls and anyone else who wishes to do this is welcome to tag me! ☺️

Blythe doesn’t actually have a set pairing, I just write her with whoever I get the idea or inspiration for so that I don’t end up having 252738 different oc’s lol. So I’m just picking one song for 7 of the possible au pairings she could have, you’re welcome to do it this way if you’d like or you can do it the original 5 otp way!

My Prayer - The Platters ; Jacob Seed

My prayer is to linger with you / At the end of the day / In a dream that’s divine / My prayer is a rapture in blue / With the world far away / And your lips close to mine / Tonight while our hearts are aglow / Oh tell me the words, that I’m longing to hear

Running Up That Hill - aeseaes ; Joseph Seed

You don’t wanna hurt me / But see how deep the bullet lies / Unaware, I’m tearin’ you asunder / Oh, there is thunder in our hearts / Is there so much hate for the ones we love? / Oh, tell me, we both matter, don’t we? / You, it’s you and me

Arcade - Duncan Laurence ; John Seed

I’m afraid of all I am / My mind feels like a foreign land / Silence ringing inside my head / Please carry me, carry me, carry me home / I’ve spent all of the love I’ve saved / We were always a losing game / Small town boy in a big arcade / I got addicted to a losing game / All I know, all I know / Loving you is a losing game

Work Song - Hozier ; Faith Seed

And I was burnin’ up a fever / I didn’t care much how long I lived / But I swear I thought I dreamed her / She never asked me once about the wrong I did / When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I’ll crawl home to her

Train Wreck - James Arthur ; Joey Hudson

Hey, should I pray? Should I pray? / To myself? To a God? To a saviour who can / Unbreak the broken / Unsay these spoken words / Find hope in the hopeless / Pull me out of the train wreck / Unburn the ashes / Unchain the reactions / I’m not ready to die, not yet / Pull me out of the train wreck

The Night We Met - Lord Huron ; Staci Pratt

When the night was full of terrors / And your eyes were filled with tears / When you had not touched me yet / Oh, take me back to the night we met / I had all and then most of you / Some and now none of you / Take me back to the night we met

From Eden - Hozier ; Eli Palmer

Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago / Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword / Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know / I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door / Babe, there’s something wretched about this / Something so precious about this / Oh what a sin

#playlist #blythe paige #far cry 5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #jacob seed x deputy #joseph seed x deputy #john seed x deputy #faith seed x deputy #joey hudson x deputy #staci pratt x deputy #eli palmer x deputy #far cry 5 #fc5 #my oc #template by psdlands

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derputy · 1 year

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Far Cry 5 as Community (with terrible closed captions) Because I'm Running Out of Ideas & I Thought It Kinda Fit || @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point

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silverapplestock · 1 year

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this is canon

#far cry 5 #far cry #jacob seed #fc5 #joseph seed #rook #deputy #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x rook #john seed #faith seed #far cry 5 meme #fc5 meme

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 month

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Understand My Ship in 5 Minutes | Tagged by @marivenah @la-grosse-patate @nightbloodbix @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @cassietrn

Tagging, @shellibisshe @finding-comfort-in-rain @strangefable @strafethesesinners @voidika @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @florbelles @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @purplehairsecretlair @dumbassdep @simonxriley @captastra @wrathfulrook @onehornedbeast @gearvmac @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @thesingularityseries @simplegenius042 @unholymilf @aceghosts @direwombat and anyone that would like to do the tag 🤍

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simplegenius042 · 20 days

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LATE Understand My Ship in 5 minutes, Understand my (Friend)ship in Five Minutes & Kindly Join the Wedding

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @cloudofbutterflies92 @la-grosse-patate @nightbloodbix @onehornedbeast and @inafieldofdaisies

Tagging @strafethesesinners @direwombat @strangefable @softtidesworld @afarcryfrommymain @henbased @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @skoll-sun-eater @minilev @derelictheretic @aceghosts @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy @wrathfulrook @florbelles @purplehairsecretlair @turbo-virgins @yokobai and @red-nightskies

Got a Ship from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a friendship from The UnTitledverse and a wedding from Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. After this, I should be all caught up in what I've missed, and then I can make my new Pinned Intro Post. Anyway, you can find the stuff and templates below the cut:

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#series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #oc: ortega “ore” brantley #fallout new vegas #courier six #the courier #oc: ryder #fc: halle berry #ship: ortega “ore” brantley x ryder #the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #oc: calvin darling #fc: laurence fishburne #oc: mario emmet #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #wip: old dusk #junior deputy #oc: silva omar #fc: mina el hammani #faith seed #fc: kenz lawren #otp: boa lurking in the bliss #ship: silva omar x faith seed #if you're curious who wrote the red “second” on this it would belong azriel #as this would be silva and faith's second wedding because they had their first in the bunker and azriel was both their only attendant #and their temporary officiate of their marriage #second wedding only happened because people were bummed they missed out on it and this time jerome got to officiate the marriage

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lulu2992 · 1 year

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In your opinion who do you think the deputy could have been compatible with? Out of the seed brothers

Well, the fates of Joseph and the Deputy are intertwined and it seems they were destined to be “together forever” (this is the name of the achievement we get for reaching Far Cry 5’s true ending), but I don’t necessarily mean that in a romantic way. In fact, I personally see their relationship as platonic, partly because I think Joseph has a fatherly (so not very sexual) aura, and also because he calls the Deputy his child. I’m not saying their relationship can’t be romantic, though, just that it’s not how I feel about them. So I don’t know if they’re “compatible”, but what’s certain is that the Deputy is the person Joseph has been waiting for since the Voice spoke to him, the one who would fulfill his prophecy, and they were apparently meant to be a family, one way or another.

In the message he left for John at Seed Ranch, Joseph warns him that, if he continues to feed the sin inside him, it will “grow stronger” and “come back around in a new form” to slay him. What this implies is that John’s sin is… the Deputy, so the connection between them is deep. They have the power to either fuel each other’s Wrath and set the world on fire, or save each other and bring peace. In a way, I’d say they’re soulmates. In canon, the Deputy understandably kept resisting and fighting John but, clearly, he was not indifferent to them (however you want to interpret that) and their relationship had a lot of potential. Plus, Joseph said John could have been saved if he had let love inside his heart, and I think it would have been beautiful if the Deputy, instead of being his downfall, had been his salvation.

I don’t think the Deputy is as inherently connected with Jacob as they are with his younger brothers, but they still have things in common, and they are fighters. At first, Jacob wanted to kill them but, over time, went from saying the Deputy was “pretending to be a soldier” to calling them “a soldier” during their final confrontation. In deleted dialog, he also told them they were “worth paying attention to” (compared to Eli, who is “weak”) and that he had hope in them. While, again, a romantic relationship seems unlikely in canon, I can see them learning to know each other and maybe growing closer in a different context.

So, in my opinion, the Deputy is potentially compatible with all three brothers, in different ways and under the right circumstances. That said, the Deputy doesn’t have a strong personality (or even a canonical sexual orientation) because they’re the player’s avatar, so I’d say the answer to your question is that it greatly depends on who you think they are and what you project onto them. The advantage of this is that they can be who you want them to be and therefore perfectly compatible with any character you like :)

#and you didn’t ask about faith but we could make it work too #far cry 5 #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #the deputy #joseph seed x deputy #john seed x deputy #jacob seed x deputy #far cry 5 spoilers

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imgnnafurgf · 2 months

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Farcry5 where everything is the same but it's just Seeds really pissed off because deputy is taller than all of them and every time they just get more creative how to look taller

Faith would fly

Jacob stands on a box on his presentation time

Joseph never gets off the stage

John learns how to wear high heels

#far cry 5 #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #joseph seed #farcry5 #farcry #deputy rook #far cry new dawn #john seed x male deputy #male deputy #john seed x deputy #john would be furious lmao

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seedofjoseph · 1 year

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Fandom: Far Cry 5

Pairing: The Seeds x F!Deputy

Rating: E (explicit)

Warnings: dub-con; exhibitionism; drugging; entrapment; gaslighting

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You almost said "yes" to John Seed. Almost.

The same peggie that pulled you off of the floor, fished you out of a puddle of your blood, and pushed you towards the pulpit of the Fall's End church. And another joined him in propping you up there and pinning you down.

"Your true self will spill out on the floor," he spit and unzipped your jeans. "For all to see," he hissed and tore your panties in two. "I will drain all the Wrath out of you," he stopped to sniff the damaged, dampened item of clothing. "And your Lust."

One hand from each man hoists up your legs, holding your knees up to your chest.

"You son of a bitch!"

You hardly heard Mary May Fairgrave advancing over the sound of John Seed slapping your spread-out slit. In fact, you closed your eyes against the commotion and against the ache that ran through you from the back of your head all the way to your toes.

The feeling of John's open palm falling atop of your was a fire burning through you, from your womb and all the way to your chest where your sin rests.

"Our devoted," he thumbed the tenderized flesh he forced apart. "We are gathered here to bear witness to those willing to atone for their sins," he reaches the raw and swollen clitoris. "Ah," his lips quirked up as your mouth rounds into an O. He also rounded the reddened bud as he bowed down before it.

"Deputy," John's breath only served to heat up your searing skin. "Do you renounce your sins and admit your transgressions?" His lips were stuck in a smirk as they latch onto your labia. "Say. Yes," he spoke between your thighs, each word punctuated by a pull at one of your punished lips. "Just. Say. Yes."

Your sounds of you choking on your own swallowed screams only spurred John Seed on. So he continued circling your clitoris with his thumbs and lighting the fire inside you higher. And then putting it out with each long lick of his tongue.

"Say yes," he forced his finger down on your throbbing nub and spoke wetly into you. "And I'll let you come," he kissed your saliva-slick lips. "It's just one word."

Your clitoris went numb, and nudging it with his thumb couldn't wake it. It had burnt itself out while John Seed slobbered all over your cunt and cooled it down.

"Just one word, Deputy," he sounded irritated, but so was your flesh he had slapped, stroked, and even scratched with that thick, trimmed facial hair of his.

"So is no," you found your voice again, as well as your strength when you stomped his face with the leg you freed from the peggie propping it up.

The day of your Atonement, you almost came for John Seed. Almost.

Walking the Path with Faith felt like floating. Each step you took hand-in-hand was on a cloud. Each skin-to-skin contact was a flutter of wings. And each mouth-to-mouth meeting was a free fall.

When it wore off and you woke up, your mind was wrecked and so was your body. She was a drug. Faith was a drug.

Walking the Path with the Father was a dream. Each word was a soothing summer breeze. Each touch, a ray of sun through the green canopy. And each and every one of his predictions, a wild fire

Joseph Seed was a dealer and Faith was a drug.

"The only way forward is to go back," he caressed your cheek. "In our Garden," he cupped your face, and forced your foreheads together.

And, together, you returned to your Garden. To the Bliss. To Faith.

When Faith wore out, you woke up wrecked with Wrath.

Your sin spilled out of you as you scratched at the scabs of your scar. Her brother's scar. The brother who burned you from the inside out.

Fighting Faith was like suffocating on smoke. Each strike was a stolen breath. And each shot was a coughing fit.

You had plucjed her angel wings, and had beat her into the Path, breathing freely as the Bliss wore out. Finally.

Finally, you'd woken up.

But your body and mind were broken. You needed to be put you back together. You needed her. So you took her up on her offer.

"Help me, Faith," you spit out out, straddling her head, your scraped knees on each side of her pretty fucking face.

She was pretty still, even with a bloody nose. Even with swollen eyes. Even with a busted lip. And she was prettier still, even as she suffocated between your thighs, struggling to breathe you in.

She pecked your lips between cautious kitten licks. "Like this?" Then she tried taking her tongue out and slithering it into your slit. "Or this?" And she even tried suckling in your labia, as if she meant to take you in into the back of her throat. "This feel good? I wanna be good."

"I know, baby," you breathed in through your nose, still simmering with Wrath. And the Lust John Seed smelled on you. The same Lust that had his little suster squeezing her thighs together. "And you're gonna be good for me."

You reached behind you and burrowed your fingers under her skirt dress and straight into her uncovered cunt. "The Path to Eden is clear to good little girls only" you move against your mouth as you circle on her own body where the Path ends.

Your mind was still swimming in the Henbane where you had lost consciousness last. Yet your body was back at home base. And as you recovered from the Bliss bullet, it recognized this new home of yours as Jacob Seed's Gate, not the sheriff's department.

"Morning, angel," you heard a huff, and you felt it, too.

Yet, your eyes couldn't see where it had come from. All they could make out was a lit-up room with no windows for the sun to come in through. And the chain that sealed your snuggly strapped leather collar to the steel frame of the bed you were laid in.

"Easy now," the heat of his breath chilled your spine as it washed over your inner thigh. "Don't tire yourself out before your final trial's even begun."

Your naked inner thigh.

As you turned to look behind you, your thighs were forced further apart to fit the face of the man you were laid across: Jacob Seed.

And he wasn't exposed like you were. Oh, no. You were spread out atop a scratchy, worn-out blanket, that was covering a hardened, worn-out man.

"Hope you ain't too hungry," he exposed your vulva further, plucking each fold like a flower petal. "Gotta finish my breakfast first," he gathered both globes of your ass before digging in, nose in your hole as all.

Your stomach might've been growling, but he was a beast. The man covered your whole cunt with his slack-jawed mouth, like he'd been the one starved. Like he'd swallow you whole. Like he'd finish you off in one bite.

But he didn't.

"Oh, honey," he came up for air, licking his lips of you. "You were always gonna come back to me," he spanked your cheeks and watched the wave come over your trembling thighs. "You were always gonna come for me," he lets the precum pour onto his tongue. Like honey.

But you didn't come. He licked your insides dry before you could.

The Father wants you to trust him.

"I heard John," you confessed to him, hot tears streaming like holy water down your sucked-in face. "I heard him on the radio."

"It was only a dream, child," he chides you, pulling the comforter over your contracting chest as you choked on your tears. "John is burning in Hell. Because of you," he wipes your swollen-in cheeks. "And this? This isn't Hell," he throws his hands towards the Heavens, towards the neon light fixture flickering overhead. "This is the Path to Eden's Gate."

The Father wants you to obey him.

"Do not answer," he raised his voice and you shrunk in stature and shame. "My Faith is not speaking through this contraption," he turned off the FM transmitter which Dutch had once used to reach you all the way out in the Henbane. "She is not communing from beyond the grave."

If Faith were still alive, still floating downstream in a Bliss-filled dream, she could reach you all the way down into the bunker, too.

"It was the Devil, child," he cradled you in his arms when you came seeking a satisfying explanation and a crumb of comfort. "He prowls like a lion," he bared his teeth as he spoke, as he sneaked his canines into soft meat. "Ready to strike," he sucked in the swelling spot, his martyr's mark right over your heart and the sin of Wrath.

And the Father wants you to pray.

You look up at the ceiling from your bed. "Brother Jacob, hear my prayer."

The Father looks down on you from between your legs. "Jacob is not in Heaven, child," he bends your knees and brings them up to your chest. "Pray for guidance."

And so you search downwards and find his eyes looking up at you from between your thighs. His beard brushes up against your bush first, both of your hair having grown since he saved you. But it's his stare that makes your insides ignite first.

"Pray," he spits on your sopping sex and makes you wiggle your hips and warble your words. "Pray that you find release soon," he scoops up all the dripping and drooling onto the tip of his tongue. Then, he pours it over the peak hidden in the hairs.

As he dips back down again, you move with his mouth so that you may guide it back to the blooming bud between the bushes. "Oh," you clasp your hands together. "Oh, my God."

"That's it, child," he treads his tongue over the crest again, teasing a taste of Heaven before dragging you down into Hell with him again. "Pray," his breath only brings about more sweat across your brow and more saliva into your wetness. "Pray for me."

The Father wants you to pray, and so you do.

#far cry 5 #john seed #faith seed #jacob seed #joseph seed #john seed x deputy #faith seed x deputy #jacob seed x deputy #joseph seed x deputy #when I wrote about these being four scenes I just so happened to edit together #I really did mean it #I hope you enjoy yourself #even if the whole point is that they can't or won't allow you to do that #fanfic

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wrathfulrook · 10 months

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Let the Water Wash Away Your Sins

Sequel to Oh the Bliss, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Pairing: Female Deputy (Patience Ekner) x Faith Seed

Rating: E

Warnings: Dubcon at best, since Faith loves to use her Bliss :)

Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: Faith has a stressful morning, so her special Angel runs her a relaxing shower to help her unwind...

A/N: This was a part of a much longer piece that was actually John x Dep, so I guess I’ll post that bit later... <3

Read on ao3 here.

“Good news!” Faith joyfully declared as she flitted into frame. “Another soul has been saved!”

She twirled in that carefully choreographed gait of hers, looking adoringly into the camera as she spoke.

“Saved from fear, saved from sin, elevated into purity...”

She timed her movements carefully, letting the camera follow her across the concrete floor of her bunker, leading the viewer to the center of the room. Where her Angel knelt vacantly and obediently.

“The deputy has walked the Path!”

Not technically true, but no one needed to know that. The end result was the same.

Our brothers and sisters rejoice that she has renounced her wickedness, her violence, and her fear! We welcome her with open arms!”

Faith rested a hand gently, almost lovingly, upon the crown of the deputy’s head. Lightly petted her hair. Nothing overt. But certainly not unnoticeable. A subtle but clear message to the resistance.

“She is proof that anyone can be saved. She is proof that it isn’t too late! Come join us!

“We welcome you into the Bliss!”

She kept her benevolent smile on, even after the red recording light stopped flickering. After all, she had much to smile about. Her fingers curled possessively into her Angel’s hair, tugging at their roots. If she felt any pain, she did not react to it.

“How was that, brother?”

She knew it was perfect. A perfect take, the latest of a number of perfect takes. But none had been good enough for John. He hadn’t felt the need to oversee her videos, or any of her outreach, in a long time, but suddenly Mr. PR decided she needed supervision again.

“It’s good enough,” he eventually ground out. He shot one last look at the kneeling deputy before spinning dramatically on his heels, exiting in a whirlwind of foul temper and bespoke duster.

Faith resisted the urge to roll her eyes as his camera crew packed up their gear and left. He was so transparent, that brother of hers. Envy is a sin, after all.

But she let it go for now, crouching down to her special Angel’s level, bright, hazel eyes meeting vacant and clouded-over gray. She ran her fingers through the deputy’s long, dishwater blonde hair.

“You did so well, Angel,” she whispered as the last of the crew cleared out, leaving them alone. “Here, let me help you with that…” She reached around the deputy’s head, using nimble fingers to unfasten the cream-colored, cloth muzzle that covered her mouth and nose. “That’s better, hmm?”

The deputy, of course, did not respond. A small amount of saliva had fallen from her lax lower lip during the shoot while she was muzzled. Faith brought up a single finger, collecting the spittle and pushing it back into her mouth.

“Ah,” she tutted. “You have to clean up your messes, Angel.”

The deputy mindlessly sucked on Faith’s finger, swirling her tongue around it until it was pulled from her mouth.

“Good girl,” she praised in a lilting tone, wiping her wet finger on the other woman’s hair. “Go get a shower ready.”

The deputy obediently walked off, headed to the chamber she shared with Faith, to start running a shower for her. Faith needed to de-stress after this morning. Recording that video should have been a cake walk, not an hours-long ordeal. But it was over now and out of her hands. It would be edited and on air within a day or two, broadcasting the deputy’s fate to everyone in the county, faithful and resistance alike. And though she was very much looking forward to that, she still needed some time to unwind.

After giving her Angel a few minutes head start, Faith ascended a few levels in her Gate and traipsed to her living quarters. Upon entering the large, plush room, she heard the sound of the shower running through the cracked-open door to her en-suite bathroom. She shed her signature lace dress, letting it pool around her feet and leaving her completely bare. She gracefully stepped out of the fabric and traipsed to the bathroom, gently pushing open the door.

Her Angel knelt on the hard shower floor, completely, beautifully nude. The warm water cascaded over her milky, freckled skin, plastering down her wet hair and billowing her in a cloud of steam. Faith stepped under the stream and sighed in relief when the heat started working to soothe her muscles.

She used cool fingers to tilt up the face of the wet woman kneeling below her, smiled, and asked her, “Did I give you enough time to clean yourself?”

The brainless former deputy didn’t answer, of course, but that was fine. Faith knew she’d given her plenty of time. She had certainly already cleaned herself, and could now focus her full attention on the Herald.

“Go ahead,” Faith lilted, just loud enough to be heard over the spray of water.

And so with permission, the other woman rose from her place on the floor and began to wash her. Faith closed her eyes and relaxed as the dutiful Angel began to knead shampoo into her scalp and hair. She felt the tension melting off her as she rubbed floral-scented soap along her tight muscles, cleaning and massaging her all at once. Just as she had been trained, her hands lingered in all the right places, taking care to both wash and please Faith.

As her soap-lathered hands massaged Faith’s chest, her own breasts pressed against her back, further lathering the suds that remained there. Faith sighed in contentment and leaned back against the slightly taller woman, soft, plush breasts supporting her, pink, pebbled nipples massaging her skin.

As her Angel knelt down to wash her lower half, Faith slid her legs apart, just barely widening her stance. She first propped one foot up on her Angel’s shoulder, allowing her to wash it, then the other. When every inch of her skin had been thoroughly cleaned and massaged, Faith stepped under the warm spray, still keeping her slightly widened stance.

Crawling behind her when she stepped forward, her favorite new toy once again settled low on her knees, and brought her hands up to Faith’s smooth, round ass, spreading her cheeks before nestling her face between them. Faith sighed in satisfaction as the steamy water rinsed away the soap and stress, and her special Angel’s nimble tongue and lips working eagerly at her hole.

“Oh, good girl,” Faith cooed.

She fisted her hand in the deputy’s wet hair and shoved her deeper into her ass. The deputy grunted in surprise, then moaned deeply, sending a wonderful vibration pulsing into Faith. She giggled in delight at the sensation, then moaned herself when the ministrations continued, licking, kissing, and sucking at her.

“Very good girl.”

She reached down and grabbed her Angel’s hand, guiding her fingers to her clit. When the deputy found the slick wetness gathered there, clearly more than just water, her deft fingers began working just as diligently as her mouth.

She brought her own hands up to her chest, tweaking her nipples as she was coaxed closer and closer to her climax. She rocked her hips back and forth, alternately propelling her further onto the fingers and face busy below her.

Oh, she was so happy to have the deputy to herself. The perfect Angel, not only ready, but eager, to fulfill her every desire. A gorgeous, pliable body at her disposal twenty-four seven. The former leader of the resistance, turned into the perfect toy, wanting nothing more than to bury her face in between Faith’s cheeks and worship her asshole.

“Mmm, but this is a much better role for you, isn’t it, Angel?”

She doubted her words actually registered, but an affirmative moan nonetheless answered her rhetorical question, and Faith ground herself back against it.

“Yes, this is perfect for you. You were made to be an Angel,” she lilted. “Keep doing that; that feels incredible.”

Suggestible and pliant as any Angel, the deputy followed her instructions, fingers gliding faster over her clit, tongue plunging deeper into her. As Faith felt her climax approaching, her hands abandoned her breasts in favor of gripping the back of the deputy’s head and grinding herself against her face.

Faith let out a gasp so loud it was nearly a scream. Her vision almost blacked out. Who needed New Eden when heaven was right here, servicing her? She collapsed forward and braced her hands on the cool porcelain wall, letting the heated water run down her back as she caught her breath.

Her special Angel placed a kiss on one of her cheeks as she pulled away, and Faith smiled in response. She was perfect. Her perfect little plaything.

Faith left her dripping and shivering on the floor of the shower, pupils blown out in her own unfulfilled desire, as she stepped onto the chilly bathroom tile and cocooned herself in a plush robe. She lightly smiled as she left her Angel to dry off and tidy up. She was more than willing to admit to herself that half the fun of playing with her was leaving her wet and wanting, enjoying the power and ownership she held over her former adversary.

She collapsed onto her mattress, sheets pleasantly cool against her flushed skin, and got comfortable as she waited for her Angel to take care of the post-shower routine. Faith hadn’t had to rub lotion into her own skin in weeks…

“Sister.”

She sighed in discontent as John’s smarmy voice came through the radio and filled her bedroom.

“I think we need to talk about your performance today.”

But then her special Angel appeared in the doorway, skin smooth and glowing and begging for Faith’s touch. So, she reached over and flicked her radio off.

After all, ‘work before play’ had never been her mantra.

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