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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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sephi-seedling-23 · 1 year

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Just Dessert

‘Ooh, Deputy!” a singsong voice came over the radio. You rolled your eyes, you knew exactly who it was, John fucking Seed. Your favorite condescending asshole. “Yes, Johnny Boy?” you responded, your voice trying to match his antagonizing tone. You and John had a “fun” relationship since coming to Hope County. Out of the three brothers, he was the most interesting and the easiest to annoy. Jacob was too mean for your liking, and well Joseph…...he was Joseph. There was no antagonizing him. Every pestering line, every goofy move you made towards him, he turned into a verbal hostage situation. He leaves you looking for the door. John though took things a little too close to heart. You loved the front he put up. How he sounds like he is in charge, and you allowed him to think that. You could hear a growl on the other side of the radio. “I told you not to call me that,” he responded. With a chuckle that he couldn’t hear, you responded, “And when have I EVER listened to you?” “Oh you will, just give it time,” his voice was seductively threatening. “Goodbye Johnny Boy,” you added quickly. You turned your radio off before he could continue anything.

You made your way across Holland Valley, taking every back road and shortcut you could to avoid Peggie’s. You were on your way to see Nick Rye. The Rye family was one of the first to greet you to this county with open arms. In turn, you vowed to help keep them safe. Though that quickly turned into you becoming Nick’s help around the airport. You helped Kim around the house when needed. “Where is she?!” you heard John's voice yell as you neared the airfield. “Not here,” Nick shot back quickly, “and if she was, I wouldn’t tell you!” John tsked a couple of times. “Oh, Nick. Nick, Nick, Nick. Do you remember what happened the last time you told me no?” Fear flashed in Nick’s eyes. You could see the situation acting out as you hid behind the hangar. You tried to stay as out of sight as possible. You knew that John never played when it came to dealing with the Rye’s. “You’re already greedy about your land. No need to get greedy about your women,” John spoke with a wicked smile on his face. Usually, you would melt on the inside every time he smiled, but this time, you narrowed your eyes. He was threatening your new family.

You wanted to step in and help Nick, but you didn’t want to expose yourself. So, you snuck behind the hangar popped your head around the corner, and did what you could to get Nick’s attention. Giving small hand waves in Infront of your face. You can see Nick’s head slightly to the side. He opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly shook your head and placed a finger over your mouth. Catching on to Nick, John looked around, “Is she here?!” Hiding back around the corner, you held your breath. “She is in the hangar!” He yelled accusingly. He wasn’t sure if that was where the deputy was, but he wasn’t going to take a chance. Quickly Nick jumped in front of John, “No one is in there besides a plane.” Quickly Nick ran ahead of John and his men, quickly trying to close the hangar. John growled, not happy at all. “Fine!” He yelled, defeated, “I will let your family be…for now.” You stayed behind the building listening. You looked around, and not too far from you was a small crate. Trying to think of something that you could do with it, you noticed a skunk. A mischievous smile crossed your face. Snatching the skunk, you placed it in the box, being as quickly as possible, so you don’t get sprayed. You poked your head back around the hangar. Seeing John and his men trying to open the bay door, you hurried to the vehicles. Opening the door to the back seat, you place to crate gently. Backing up, you went to shut the door, and it slammed with a thud. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself.

“Welcome to the party,” John shouted from where he stood. Knowing you were caught, you walked out and played it cool. “Yeah, it took a minute to get here, especially with all your roadblocks,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pry. You casually strolled up to the front of the car and leaned against it. Cultists surrounded you, their guns focused. Hearing Nick open the bay door you smiled. “How’s it going?” You asked Nick, completely disregarding John between you two. “A bit…busy,” he responded with a chuckle, “you?” “Same,” you said, this time with an audible laugh. “ENOUGH with this…this….,” he threw his hands up, not able to find the right word. “…This charade!” Snapping his fingers, a couple of cultists moved from you to Nick. “Now that I have both of your attentions…again. I can finally get to my point!” he raised his voice sternly. You could see the annoyance in his eyes. You smiled at him sheepishly. Inside you know, one wrong move and your ass was grass, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So, you gave this relaxed calm, and cool exterior. “I want this airfield, and I want it NOW!” he demanded. He turned to Nick and approached him, “You are going to confess to your sin of greed, and give me the keys to your house, plane, and your hangar. Or el-“ “Yoo-hoo,” you yelled from your position. On your finger, you twirled a set of keys. “These?” you gave a mischievous grin, “I will give them to you IF you leave this place and do not bother us for at least a month.” “Two Weeks,” he shot back. “Three weeks,” you threw back. You approached him, ignoring the guards around him. “Two weeks and I give free passage when the baby is born. An escort even,” John said sweetening the deal. He knew that you would run him out of resources if he didn’t give up something good quickly. “DEAL!” Nick yelled, running up to the two of you, almost collapsing at John’s feet. “Fine,” you said watching the scene. You gave John the keys. “Though, I advise you open that shed first,” you pointed at a small shed off in the distance. It was a small green building that looked ready to fall apart. John raised an eyebrow before motioning to the cultist to follow him.

Quickly, you helped Nick to his feet, “Let's get in the house before they find out.” You looked at John one last time before hauling ass. “Before what?” Nick asked. Suddenly you hear a man yell “SKUNK!” followed by John yelling in disgust. You laughed and looked back once inside the home. You could see John’s men running for the vehicles and a pissed-off John following behind them, they all got sprayed. “I switched the keys,” you said, moving to close windows and curtains. Peeking through the front door, you watched the vehicles, waiting for them to disappear. Instead, you watched them vacate the SUVs quickly. You could see a green cloud fill the vehicle in front. John opened the door, almost falling out of the passenger side. "DEPUTY!!" You heard him yell, his voice full of anger. You, Nick, and Kim all fell on the floor, your sides splitting from laughing too hard.

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