#staci pratt x reader

[bleggmoe-blog]

CHAPTER TWO is now published!

#farcry5 #farcry #johnseed #staci pratt x reader #staci pratt imagine #staci pratt #john seed imagine #joesphseed #jacobseed #faithseed

[lostamongthestarz]

Making an au where Staci Pratt gets to be in new dawn as a broken man and then he finds his boyfriend and overtime he manages to heal and grown free from Jacob's control even after his death.

I got this idea from talking about my own FC5/new dawn oc.

If you have any ideas/any comments about this please please please talk to me about it 🙏🙏🙏

I grab him and smooch his forehead gently

#x male reader #x trans male reader #x reader #far cry x reader #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #staci pratt #-🖋⭐🌊

[polyamships]

May and June 2023 Polyam Shipping Day roundup

Hi everyone - it's been a hectic past few months and we missed our May roundup, so here is the roundup for May and June for Polyam Shipping Day.

We had nine works for the month of June across eight fandoms, and 3 works for the month of May across 3 fandoms. All are linked below:

Boy Meets World: Trust Me (fanfic) by The_Lavender_Creator, ughdotcom (angela moore x cory matthews x shawn hunter x topanga lawrence-matthews)

Far Cry 5: Trusting Them (fanfic) by AutisticWriter (deputy x joey hudson x staci pratt)

Final Fantasy XIV: Clearing The Air (fanfic) by @theoreticalconstruct (thancred waters x urianger augurelt x warrior of light x y'shtola rhul)

Kamen Rider Geats: patiens (fanfic) by @flaim-ita (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Kamen Rider Geats: The Star of the Stars of the Stars and His Co-Stars (fanfic) by @merryfortune (azuma michinaga x kurama neon x sakurai keiwa x ukiyo ace)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: The Remaining Stars (fanfic) by@xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint: Trust During the Apocalypse (fanfic) by @xnicowritesx (han sooyoung x kim dokja x yoo joonghyuk x yoo sangah)

Sense8: You Have Us (fanfic) by ughdotcom (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sense8: will you touch me like you love me? (fanfic) by @heavensenthale (kala dandekar x rajan rasal x wolfgang bogdanow)

Sonic the Hedgehog: Trust (fanfic) by @sonysakura (amy rose x shadow the hedgehog x sonic the hedgehog)

Stargate SG-1: the journey home (fanfic) by @nonbinaryezrabridger (daniel jackson x sam carter x teal'c)

Ultimate Spiderman: stars (art) by @rolaplayor101 (danny rand x peter parker x sam alexander)

Thanks to everyone who took part this month!

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for. And if we've missed any items please send us a note and let us know.

#PolyamShippingDay #roundup post #modposts #prompt: trust #prompt: stars

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Current Works In Progress

I have no timeline for any of these and it's all very chipping away at them whenever I get the inspiration but thought it'd be handy to at least have an idea of what I'm working on

Updated: 7/04/24

OC Longfics:

SMFYaM: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — In Progress

OC Oneshots:

Wade Wilson x Dean Sinclaire: Stuffy – In Progress 65%

x Reader Oneshots:

Alvin Murphy x Dean Sinclaire: Doctor's Orders — In Progress 45%

Dean Winchester x Dean Sinclaire: Pick Me Out of Your Teeth — In Progress 60%

Faith Seed x Reader: Against a Tree prompt — In Progress 80%

Alvin Murphy x Reader: Zombie Messiah's are Too Much Trouble Part 2 — In Progress 95%

John Seed x Reader: Dusk Till Dawn Part 2 — In Progress 10%

John Seed x Reader: Mirror sex prompt — In Progress 5%

Staci Pratt x Reader: Angsty prompt — Planning 0%

#WIP Tag #Fic Progress

[another-bryk-in-the-wall]

hi hello i would love some smut involving staci pratt being a lippy little shit in bed, size kink and some dom energy... thank you you're the loml

u issa filthy hoe!!!

Summary: pure smut with yor favourite Deputy, Staci Pratt. smut. like, just smut a bit of fluff tho but only a tiny bit.

Words: 500+

Warnings: smut - don’t like don’t read, don’t come crying into my ask box

Smut under the cut

“You know, the first thing I noticed about you was your pretty smile”, Staci muttered, his hands stroking over her side, taking in how soft she felt under his fingertips. As if the war against Eden’s Gate never happened, looking like an angel. In his eyes, she was perfect. And where he loved her the most was when she was on top of him, bouncing on his cock until her pussy was sore and fucked through.

“How your eyes sparkle when you see something you love. From this very moment I wanted to be the reason why your eyes sparkle.”, his hands reached her hips, a steady grip on them as he moved them against his own.

“Your hair...I want to bury my face in it and never let go. I want to inhale your scent, ours mixing together until we are one. You smell so good.”, but what he loved more was when her hair stuck to her forehead, sweaty from their fucking session they had just finished. He would give her some time to calm down until he’d initiate again, knowing very well she cannot say no to him and his huge cock.

“I love each and every inch of your body, darling. I want you to be mine until the day we die.”, Staci whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. But the craving inside of her spoke more than a million words. She wanted him too. Raw and untouched, the first draft and not polished in any way.

“Make me yours.” He didn’t need a second call. In less than a second he was on top of his lady, his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Is that what you want? My cock in you? Filling you up?”, he asked, her soft moans filling the room were answer enough. But not for him.

“Come on babygirl, say it.” Staci grinned. Oh, how he wanted to move, but he was a tease. No enjoyment for him if she cannot be a good girl. He would have his porn ready, but having a real pussy wrapped around his member always felt better than the stickiness of some off brand lube and his phone playing a video with Liss Ann in it. His girl’s tits looked so much better anyways…

“Yes! Please! Move, I need you”, she breathed out, much to Staci’s enjoyment. Slow movements, just enough to make the beautiful sounds come out of her mouth. Just enjoy teasing, but not enough to break her in. The evening was long, they still had the rest of their lives left, so many more orgasms to enjoy.

“You are such a good girl for me, baby. Let me hear you.” By the end, even the slightest touch was making her jump. Pumped full of his cum, sticky and sweaty, the way he loved her to be. If he could, he would make her look like this forever and longer. But this treat was for his eyes only, so he kept her like this behind closed doors. No other man shall get a glimpse of his fucked through girlfriend. She was Staci’s and his alone. Forever and longer.

#staci pratt #far cry 5 #staci pratt x reader #lustyargonianmaid

[sailorsei]

John Seed x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit! 18+ Only!

Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: After a month and a half of fighting her feelings, the junior rookie gives in.

Warnings: Smut, blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, etc.

Author Note: Also this contains side Staci Pratt x Reader!

UPDATE: 3/30/20: I didn’t originally have this fic in it’s entirety posted cause I thought tumblr had a character limit and was getting rid of smut fics but I guess that isn’t the case lol full fic under the cut

~Prologue~

It wasn’t a secret that you and the Seed family had some tension between each other. It had been over a month and a half since you had tried (and failed) to arrest Joseph Seed. It felt like years since you had a taste of “normalcy”. Once you had grouped up with the resistance, you refused to leave Hope County until you were able to bring all of the Seed family to justice.

But. That was the thing. That was the weird, fucked up thing. You didn’t know if you wanted to do that anymore. Even though you had saw what they had done, as you fought them, escaped countless times from them, you started to just pity them. You just wanted them to be healed by what had brought them to this horrible cult.

This wasn’t something you could voice, however. Especially to your closer friends in the resistance. Your crew consisted of Hudson, Pratt, Sharky, and Hurk. Sharky and Hurk helped you spring both of your colleagues a few weeks in to this whole fucked up situation. It took a while for them to be “normal” again, if you could even call it that. Pratt still woke up in the night with night terrors, and Hudson was very against physical content now. It was tough for the both of them, but you were helping them through it.

~Now~

Riding on your four-wheeler, you sped down the road towards Fall’s End. You had some Intel about a potential Peggie attack to steal back Falls End that you needed to tell Pastor Jerome and Mary May. Hanging a left onto the main road to Fall’s End, your walkie crackled to life on your shoulder.

“My, my, deputy. Letting your hair down for once. And a dress! You’re beautiful.”

John Seeds voice softly came through the speaker. You hit the brakes and whipped out your pistol, looking for him.

“Where are you at, you fuckin’ well-dressed weasel?” You yelled. Obviously he could see you, since he was commenting on your appearance. You hoped he was far enough away that he couldn’t see how flustered that had made you.

John Seed, you found, was the most attractive of the brothers. His piercing blue eyes, accompanied by his darker hair, and his good taste in fashion. His words dripped like honey. Even when he had you captured, you would stop paying attention to what he was saying when he was monologing because you were too distracted by his movements.

Of course you tried to hide it the best that you could, but he had picked up on it. The last time that he had had you in his grip, he made sure his touches, and eyes, lingered a little bit too long, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t let him get to you though. The last thing you needed was to tell your crew that you had slept with the enemy. But you knew it was just going to get harder and harder.

“You think I’m well dressed? Thank you. And don’t worry about where I am. I’m not here to stir the pot. Just here to observe. Until next time.” The walkie went radio silent. You scanned around you a few more moments before driving away, flipping off the trees behind you.

Walking into the bar, Mary May and the pastor were chatting away over some food.

“There’s my favorite Deputy.” Jerome leaned in for a hug and whispered, “Don’t tell Hudson that.” He chuckled. Mary May waves as she had her mouth full.

“Just wanted to stop in and let y’all know to be in the look out. Peggies might be rallying to take back Fall’s End. Don’t know how credible this is but, better safe than sorry.” You leaned against the bar as you spoke. Mary May rolled her eyes at the thought and kept eating. Jerome nodded in thought.

“Thank you. It’s good to be on our toes at all times. I’ll make sure we have some extra patrols around.” Jerome patted you on the shoulder and went back to his food.

You said your goodbyes and headed back to your four-wheeler and headed towards Dutchs Island. There was a reason you were “dolled up” today. You had been seeing Pratt for a week now, and you had a date today. Was it to fill the John sized hole in your heart, or did you genuinely like him? Who was to say? You both had agreed to keep it causal since you both could die at any time. No use getting attached.

There was a perfect beachy spot by where you had first destroyed a Bliss Shrine, and you two were to meet there and soak up some sun. It had been a while since you had had a day to yourself, and everyone practically forced you to take it. Hudson even playfully kicked you out of the bunker you two called home so that you could have a break.

You waded through the water and began walking up the dirt hill to see Pratt laying out a picnic blanket in the grass patch in the distance.

Your speaker crackled to life once more.

“Don’t have too much fun on your date. Not that you could, since it’s not with me.”

John Seed went as quickly as he came. Your radio was silent once more. You turned off your radio so he wouldn’t disturb you again. But now you knew he was watching you, from somewhere in the trees. Maybe from the bridge? You had no idea, and honestly? It excited you a little bit. You continued walking towards Pratt.

“Hey! You’re just in time. Was just about to bust open the picnic basket.” Pratt reached in and pulled out some sparkling water, which you loved, and handed it to you.

“Thank you, Staci. This is exactly what I needed right now.” You sat down next to him and opened the can, chugging it. Water dripped down your chin to your neck. You could feel Stacis eyes on you, hungrily watching you.

You knew you were being selfish and unfair. But right now, you didn’t care. You needed some sort of release and the idea of John watching you get off drove you wild.

You set the can down and stood up. Staci went to ask you what you were doing when you lifted your dress up and over your head, throwing it to the side. Staci just stared at your body, mouth agape. You hadn’t been wearing a bra, and were wearing sheer, lace panties. You straddled Staci and began to kiss him. He quickly came back to earth from whatever was going on in his head and kissed back, hands latching onto your hips.

You ground against his hips, erupting a growl from Staci. He squeezed your ass with one hand and massaged your chest with the other, eliciting a groan from you. You broke the kiss and latched onto his neck, grazing your teeth against a sensitive spot.

“Oh dear god...” Staci whimpered.

You left a sizable hickey and pulled back, while pushing him down to lie on his back. You slid off of his lap and grabbed onto his belt. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes for the go ahead. You had never seen someone shake their head so fast in their life.

You unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang up from its confine. He was average size and girth. Just what you expected from a guy of his stature. He had a few beads of pre cum leaking from the tip. You eyed it hungrily. You leaned it and gave it a light lick, eliciting the sluttiest moan from Staci. Must have been a while, you thought.

You jumped right in and took his whole length in your mouth, causing him to buck his hips. You bobbed up and down a few times before he had to stop you.

“Let me at least get you off before I embarrass myself and come within 2 seconds...” He sat up and it was your turn to be pushed down. He hooked his fingers around the sides of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them with your dress. Your confident streak must have been all used up on going down on Staci as when he turned back to you, you instinctually covered your face.

“Don’t worry, I got you. Let me see you.” You uncovered your beet red face to see Staci in between your legs. He maintained eye contact as he licked a long stripe along your folds, causing you to groan. You got yourself off regularly, but to have someone else doing it for you was godly.

He gave your folds a few more licks before diving in and suckling onto your clit. He inserted one finger, then two into you and began pumping. You grabbed onto the picnic blanket for dear life and didn’t bother to try to quiet yourself.

You felt your orgasm building and you began to roll your hips in tandem with his finger pumps. You moaned out Stacis name as you came on his tongue. He moaned into you as you did so. You’re surprised he didn’t come on the spot from you doing that. It wasn’t that Staci was a virgin, but he seemed the type to come fast, and unexpectedly.

“Oh my god, you’re so gorgeous.” He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve and came up to kiss you. You kissed him back and lifted your hips to his, hoping he would get the message.

“Oh, I, uh, didn’t bring a condom or anything...” He said, a little defeated.

“I don’t care, just please, I need you.” You groaned into his ear. He whispered “oh god...” under his breath and positioned himself with your entrance.

As he pushed in, you both moaned in unison. You needed this so badly. You hugged his cock so well. You knew it wouldn’t last for long, so you asked him to flip you over so that he could do you from behind. It was your favorite position and it was a guaranteed orgasm for you.

He grabbed hold of your hips and began snapping his hips against you. You moaned into the blanket and reached your hand in between your legs to massage your clit.

The sounds that you two were making were absolutely sinful. If a Peggie saw you two, they would probably faint.

He continued to thrust into you. He must have found the confidence you lost as he pounded into you, and started some dirty talk.

“You like that? You take me so well.”

You let out a faint mumble in response.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you. I need to know how good I’m doing.” His hand came down onto your ass, making you yell out in both pain and pleasure.

“Oh god, yes, Staci. I’m almost there.”

You could tell he was close too, his thrusts were starting to become erratic.

“Staci, please, fill me up.” You groaned. It was something you liked to save for the end. You didn’t like to tell your lovers about your cum kink, as most people just assumed you were trying to land a baby, which you were not.

Staci came inside you, coating your walls. This was enough to send you over the edge, you yelled into the blanket. He continued fuck you through your orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs as he did. Once you had stilled, he slowly pulled out, causing you both to whimper. You rolled onto your back, Staci lying beside you. You both said nothing as you watched the clouds go by. It was so peaceful that you both had fallen asleep.

 After you and Staci had woken up from your little cat nap, you had lunch and said your goodbyes.

You hopped onto your four-wheeler and turned your radio back on. The radio crackled as you did. You hoped it was John, but it wasn’t.

“Hey, you on your way home yet, Rookie?” Hudson asked.

“Yeah, just got back to my ride. Shouldn’t be too long.” You replied.

“Just got back, huh?” She purred over the walkie. “Did you guys have some fun?” She teased.

“You know what? I’ll indulge you. He blew my back out. Pratt may look innocent but he knows his way around a person’s body.” You smugly said. That ought to shut her up. Hudson gasped on her end. “Oh my god! I was kidding! But you slept with him! Oh my god! Just wait until I tell—“

“Don’t tell anyone! We’re trying to keep this casual. Don’t need all of Hope County to know about my dick appointment. Anyways, I’ll tell you more when I get home. See ya.” You revved up your four-wheeler and took off towards the bunker.

Your hair bellowed through the wind, erasing any signs of sex. Even though it was almost 5 o’ clock, the air was still warm. Looking at the river next to you, you could almost imagine what it was like to live here before it all went to shit.

You pulled over to the shoulder and got off your four-wheeler and walked over to the river to get a better look at some deer that were drinking. You got out your phone to take pictures when the radio crackle scared them away, causing you to cuss, loudly.

“Now, Now. A Lady shouldn’t cuss.” John Seed’s voice came out of the speaker. Groaning, you took the radio from your shoulder and help it up to your mouth.

“I’ll cuss whenever I damn well fuckin’ please, thanks. Also, fuck you for scaring away the deer I was looking at.” You put your free hand on your hip as you paced. Why did he feel the need to just call you up whenever he pleased?

“Such a foul mouth. First cussing, and then sucking your friends cock in the open. I think you need to learn some manners.” You froze. So he was watching. Your cheeks flared up. You were at a loss of words.

“What, no witty remark? Interesting.” He chuckled.

“I’m an adult. I can do what I want. And if that means cussing, and sucking dick in the wilderness, then that’s what I’m gonna do. You’re not my dad.” You replied, stomping as you paced. Who did this prick think he was?

“You know what, Seed? Where are you at? I’m getting sick of this cat and mouse game. I can show you what this mouth can do and say—wait, that’s not what I meant, fuck.” You instantly regretted it after it came out of your mouth. Of course you meant you wanted to cuss him out, and maybe kick his ass, but of course, that wasn’t how it was interpreted.

“Oh, I would love to see what your mouth can do. I’m sure I could put it to good use. My men could be there for you in minutes.” He purred. Your cheeks, as well as your pussy, started to heat up. This was your chance. You could say you went to beat him up, that’s why you were going to let yourself get captured. The perfect cover story. You bit your lip and looked around. You made up your mind.

“Fine. I would love to settle this. I’m sure you know where I am already. I’ll wait by my four-wheeler. Anyone gives me shit, I’m whooping some ass, just letting you know.” You started marching towards your ride.

“Of course. I’ll see you soon, Little Lamb.” You shivered at the pet name. The Seed boys all called you by it, but the way John said it had a different effect on you.

You rested your hands on your ride to catch your breath. Were you really doing this? You needed to let Hudson know you were going to be gone for the rest of the night. Didn’t need her poking around more than she already did.

“Hey, uh, Hud. I’ll be actually home a little later. Something came up. Don’t wait up.” You said and turned off your radio. You hoped that she would assume that maybe you met back up with Staci.

You leaned against your ride when you saw a black SUV coming towards you. You instinctually rested your hand on your gun. The SUV pulled up slowly and came to a stop in front of you. A well-groomed Peggie got out of the passenger door and opened the rear passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in. You hid your four-wheeler behind some bushes and tucked the key into your bag, as you headed for the SUV.

“Any funny business and I’ll pop y’all.” You said as you got in. The SUV smelled like it was brand new. You crossed your arms and looked out the window and they pulled off back onto the road. The ride was quiet, save for some low volume gospel music. You knew you were headed to John’s ranch by the route you were going.

As you got closer to your destination, the anxiety set in. What if this was a trap? You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and looked at the driver, to the guard in the seat in front of you. They were armed, but they hadn’t done anything yet. You rested your hand on your gun, hoping it would bring you some comfort.

You pulled up to the big, red fortress. Guards paced around the outside. Peggie flags rippled in the wind. You looked at the entrance into the living room and that’s when you saw him.

John stood on the porch, arms behind his back. His sunglasses sat on his head. He was wearing a blue button up (Which was only half buttoned, revealing his chest), a black vest, and some black jeans. You’re sure they were all designer. He began to walk up to the car as you parked. He opened your door for you, taking your hand to help you out. You were only 5’4” so it was kind of hard to gracefully get out of the SUV without help.

“You’re even more stunning in person.” He said.

“T-thank you.” You were flustered, to say the least. He looked at you with such adoration that you forgot that this wasn’t a date. That this wasn’t a normal get together. You looked at each other for a moment longer until you looked away, at the ground, trying to conceal your blush.

“Let’s get inside. I have dinner set for us.” He rested his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the house. You couldn’t believe it. Dinner?!

Entering the house, you saw a table set on the other side of the fire place. The table was adorned with all sorts of foods. You simply just stared at it, in astonishment.

“I didn’t know what your favorite food was, so I made it all. Please, sit.” He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down. You didn’t know where to start. There were steaks, roast, mashed potatoes, pasta, fruit, veggies, you name it. You went to stand to dish yourself when John pushed your shoulders back down.

“No, let me. You’re my guest.” He dished you up a little of everything and then himself. He sat at the other end of the table. You took a bite of the steak and groaned, unintentionally.

“Ok, I’ll admit, this steak is fucking amazing—oh sorry. I’ll watch my mouth since you went to all this trouble.” You smiled sarcastically, and went back to eating. John smiled, raising his glass as thanks, and began to eat himself. You two sat quietly as you ate. It was actually pretty nice to eat real food at a dinner table, in a house, with no gun fire in the distance.

“So, tell me, what is your favorite food? I hope this lives up to whatever it is you fancy.” He asked.

“This is going to make me sound like a child, but honestly, its cheese pizza.” You said, a little embarrassed. You loved most food, but pizza would always have your heart. John chuckled.

“No, that’s perfectly fine. I haven’t had my favorite pizza in a long time. There was this place in LA that had the best pizza.” He lost himself in thought for a second. It was as if this was the first time he had thought about his past in a long time.

“What made you leave your past life? What made you come here?” You asked. You only knew John through what you had been told by the resistance. He looked at you with those big baby blues, and looked a little sad, but just for a moment.

“Joseph needed help, and being his brother, I felt it was my duty to be there for him. Anyway, pizza is a perfectly fine food to be your favorite. I hope you saved room for desert.” John stood and walked into the other room, which you assumed was the kitchen. He was gone for a moment and reappeared with some small bowls with spoons. He handed you one and went back to his seat. You looked and saw that it was some sort of either frozen yogurt or ice cream.

“This is gelato. It’s one of my favorites.” He took a bite of his and smiled to himself. You used your spoon and take a small bite to make sure it wasn’t laced with bliss or anything. But what you found, was that it was one of the best things you had ever put in your mouth. You took another bite and said “Oh my God” under your breath as you ate. John seemed pleased with himself.

You cleaned the bowl, and set it down on the table. As you had ate the delicious gelato, Peggies had cleared the table. Some gave you dirty looks, which you happily returned. John stood and offered his hand to help you up. You reluctantly took it and he walked you over to the couch and sat down. You sat on the opposite side of the couch. You took this chance to look around the room. It had high ceilings and a pretty chandelier above where the table was.

“This place truly is a gift. I was so happy to buy it. Makes you feel one with nature with the big doors to the back yard, with the view of the mountains.” John looked past you to the outside. The sun was starting to set, casting sun rays into the living room onto you and John.

“You look ethereal in the sun light.” You turned to look at him and he had somehow scooted across the couch to be closer to you. He was inches from you when you looked up at him.

“I-Uh, thank you.” You stuttered. He raised his hand and caressed the side of your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You shivered. You weren’t sure if he was going to kiss you or just stare at you. You waited for him to make a move. His hand moved down from your cheek to your shoulder to your neck. His palm rested on your throat and you suddenly started to panic. Was he really going to choke you out right here? After going to all that trouble for dinner? You went to start cussing him out when he spoke.

“Now. I think we need to do something about that mouth of yours.” He squeezed a little bit against your throat. “I think we need to teach you a lesson about respect.” He ran his thumb over your pulse and released your neck. You swallowed and instinctually went to reach for your throat when he grabbed your hand and stood.

He led you up the stairs to his room. Light peaked through the curtains and dimly lit the room. His bed was lined up with a fire place on the opposite wall, and was parallel with another door which you assumed was to the bathroom. As you looked around the room, John shut and locked the door. You turned to look at him when he harshly pushed you against the wall, his hand finding your neck again. He picked you up by the hips and held you against the door, his hips against yours. His eyes, now looking so hungry, met yours before he crashed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss. You had waited for this for so long. His hands gripped your ass hard, you knew it was going to leave bruises. You ground your hips against him, causing him to growl in response. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged lightly. He broke the kiss to kiss your neck, nipping along the way. You angled your head so he could get better access. He bit down hard, causing you to yelp.

“John! What the fuck—“ He pulled away and threw you onto the bed. You went to push yourself up when his hand came down across your ass. You let out an “Ah!” collapsed onto the bed again.

“I’m going to punish you every time you cuss. You’re going to learn.” This turned you on a little. You turned onto your back and looked up at him.

“I’ll promise to be a good girl.” You purred. Your dress and ridden up and exposed your panties. You went to go touch yourself when he batted away your hand.

“You’ll do as you’re told. And I don’t want you pleasuring yourself at all. Understood?” He removed his shirt and vest and looked at you expectantly. You nodded and waited for him to do something. You needed some kind of friction. He leaned down and put his knee right up against your pussy, causing you to whimper.

“Use my knee.” Was all he said, and you happily obliged. He bent down and started kissing you again and he took hold of your wrists and heled them against the bed. You started to grind against his knee. You needed more but this had to do. He held both of your wrists with one hand so that the other could pull down the front of your dress. He grabbed your breast and ran his thumb over your nipple a few times before using his mouth and teeth. You whimpered and arched your back. You needed him inside you.

“Just fuck me already!” You groaned and then he released you, and got off of you and the bed. You looked up at him, frustrated. He looked at you.

“What did I say?” You rolled your eyes and put on your best kiss ass tone of voice.

“I’m sorry. I forgot. Please come back?” You pouted. He didn’t move. And that’s when you took the situation into your hands. You got up and shed your dress. You tossed it to the floor and turned to him. You ran your hands up his chest, admiring his tattoos, before pushing him on to the bed. Before he could say anything, you started unbuckling his belt. He watched you tug down his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips so that you could fully take them off.

You got onto your knees and in between his. His cock was larger than Stacis, and thicker. You looked up at him as you took him into your mouth. You could tell he was burning this moment into his mind. To think back on once and a while. You bobbed up and down as best you could without gagging yourself.

“I told you that you could put that mouth to better use.” He said. You licked a long stripe up his shaft and circled around the head, before taking him back into your mouth. He tilted his head back and began to fuck your mouth. You gripped his thighs to prevent yourself from touching your pussy. You moaned onto his cock and he looked back down at you. He lifted your chin off of him and brought you up to kiss. He grabbed you by the ass and brought you up to straddle his head. He urged you to lower yourself onto his face. You did so and had to grab the head board to support yourself.

He went straight for your clit and you threw your head back in ecstasy. You had good head before, but straddling someone’s head was some next level shit. He tongue fucked you as you felt an orgasm building. You rode his tongue as you came, yelling his name as loud as you could. You didn’t care if the Peggies outside could hear you.

He suckled on your clit as you rode out your orgasm. He slowly raised you up so he could slide out from under you. You stayed where you were as you were still coming down from your high. John pulled your hips towards him and flipped you onto your back. He kissed you lightly, and then looked at you. You were flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, as you panted.

“W-what?” You asked, annoyed. He shook his head and kissed your neck. He lined himself up with you and entered you at a painfully slow pace.

“Please… Go faster.”

“Since you’ve been good, I’ll indulge you.” Without skipping a beat, he thrust his entire length into you, filling you to the brim.

“Oh dear god… This is amazing.” You felt so good you just had to say it out loud. He pumped a few more times, slowly.

“You feel even better than I imagined, Little Lamb. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He rested his head in the crook of your neck, kissing.

“Me too…” You finally admitted.

“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, when you came for Joseph. I imagined you just like this, under me, at my mercy.” His thrusts grew more powerful as he reminisced. “Tell me, Little Lamb, just how long have you wanted me?” You ran your nails down his back and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Ever since the baptism.” You said breathily.

“Tell me how you felt. What you wanted me to do to you. Don’t leave out a single detail. Confess to me.” It wouldn’t be John if he didn’t throw in some of his Eden’s Gate spiel.

“When you held me under the water, I wondered what it would be like to be held under you. I just wanted you to take me then and there. Ah…god.” You could feel another orgasm building, it was getting hard to talk.

“Is that it, Little Lamb?”

“I wanted you to fill me up. I wanted you to mark me up, make me yours. Oh, god, John!” You started to come and John took this opportunity to kiss you. His tongue made its way into your mouth and danced gracefully with yours. The bed creaked and hit the back of the wall as he fucked you through your orgasm.

As you came down, John flipped you over and started taking you from behind. He reached both arms around you and hugged you from behind. His mouth nibbled on the back of your ear as he fucked you into the mattress.

“I feel the same way Little Lamb. I want to be the only one you love. The only one that sees you like this.” He lowly laughed. “The only one that fucks you. You’re mine.” You were caught off guard by him cussing, when he sank his teeth into your shoulder, drawing blood. In a weird, fucked up way, this sent you to orgasm instantly. His hips slammed into you as he came with you. You could feel his cum filling you up, coating your walls completely. He fucked you through both of your orgasms and slowly stopped, but not pulling out. He rested his head against your back and caught his breath. He kissed your shoulder and pulled you with him as he laid on his side, him still inside you.

You both laid there, basking in the afterglow. He finally pulled out, causing you to groan. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You closed your eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

 You opened your eyes and for a second forgot where you were. You turned to see John sound asleep next to you. He had draped a blanket over the two of you. You looked at him as he slept. He looked so peaceful. You let yourself forget all the things he and his family had done. You let yourself pretend that you were just an ordinary couple. You let yourself forget, even if it was just for tonight. You moved closer and snuggled into his chest. He put his arm around you and snuggled back. You listened to his heart beat as it lulled you back to sleep.

Before you knew it, it was morning. You felt next to you for John and found that you were alone. You sat up, clutching the sheet to you and looked around. You could smell bacon coming from downstairs. You got up and went to grab your dress, but it was gone. You were about to get seriously pissed when you looked at the chair by the fireplace.

A blue and white striped summer dress was draped over it, with a pair brand new panties, as well as some flats. A little note was pinned to the dressed. It read:

Good Morning Little Lamb I had these bought for you as you slept. I hope you like them. Come downstairs when you’re showered and dressed. -John

You blushed at the note and made your way over to the bathroom to shower.

After you had showered and dressed, you made your way downstairs. John was setting the table when he turned to look at you. He smiled and brought his hands together like he was going to pray.

“Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.” He walked over to you and brought you into the most passionate kiss. You kissed him back. He guided you to the table and helped you into your chair.

“I made you some bacon, and eggs benedict. I hope you like that.” You nodded hungrily. You had worked up quite the appetite from last night’s activities. You waited for him to sit down before you dug in. It was amazing.

You helped him clean up and do the dishes. It was very domestic, to the point where it made you feel sad. You wanted this so badly. But you couldn’t have it. John picked up on your change in emotion and grabbed your hands.

“What’s wrong?” He looked sincere. You didn’t know if you should tell him. This was crazy, wasn’t it? You couldn’t want to be with John fucking Seed. All the things he and his family had done to the people of Hope County. You took your hands back and walked over to the window and looked outside. You imagined living here, hell, maybe even raising kids here. You grew teary eyed. You looked back to John.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me. I should go.” You went to leave when he grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him. Concern all across his face.

“Tell me, Little Lamb.” The nickname was all it took for you to collapse and start sobbing. He picked you up and brought you to the couch. He held you as you cried, and cried. You didn’t know how to convey how you felt without making him upset. You wiped you tears away and took a few breaths.

“I…” You sighed. “I want to be with you.” You looked at him. He looked confused cause, obviously, this was something he wanted as well.

“But I can’t. What would the resistance think? I don’t even agree with all of the things that you and your family do. But I just can’t get you out of my head.” Your lip started to quiver again and John pulled you into a big hug. He rocked you back and forth until you weren’t on the verge of tears and pulled away.

“The decision is yours, Little Lamb. I would love to have you here, with me, and my family. We would love for you to help with Eden’s Gate.” John kissed your forehead. You leaned into the kiss and closed your eyes in thought. Would his family accept you? After all that you had done? And what about your friends? Surely you would be shunned. And that would put a big target on your back. You needed some time to think. You looked at John and gave him a peck on the lips, and stood.

“I need some time to think. I will let you know my decision… Once I figure it out.” You grabbed your bag and hurriedly left the ranch. You decided to walk back to your four-wheeler to give yourself more time to think. You turned on your walkie and Hudson immediately bombarded you with questions. You told her you didn’t want to talk and turned your walkie back off. You rode your four-wheeler for what seemed like hours. You ended up in Faith’s region and you decided to stop and dip your feet in the water at a dock you were near. You sat there, watching the ripples in the water from the fish when you felt someone behind you. You looked and saw Faith, or perhaps an apparition of Faith, approach you. She sat beside you in her signature dress, humming.

“Did John send you here to talk to me?” You asked, staring back at the water. She was humming some gospel tune.

“No. He confided in me about your situation. I wanted to offer some advice.” She took your hand and intertwined your fingers. You let her. She continued to hum for little while longer before turning to you.

“I think you need to follow your heart.” She said. You looked at her.

“But if I do that, my life may as well be over. My friends would hunt me down. I know too much for the resistance, and I in good conscience couldn’t help you guys against them. God I wish I would have never taken this stupid fucking job.” You began to get tear eyed again. Faith pulled you into a hug and you cried into her shoulder as she rubbed your back. She pulled away after you were cried out and went back to looking at the water.

“I know you know my story. I know you may not trust me but let me just tell you something. Not following my heart was what almost led me to my demise. Until I met the Seeds, I always did what I thought everyone else wanted me to do, so that I would get some love from them. But eventually I couldn’t do it anymore. And I almost died. Follow your heart. It won’t steer you wrong.” You went to look at her and thank her, and she was gone.

Something she said resonated with you and that’s when you snapped. You knew what you wanted. You wanted John. You wanted to help the Seeds turn Eden’s Gate around. You didn’t care if your friends hated you. You knew in your heart that this was your lifes purpose. To help this family better themselves. That’s why you took this job. To help people. You ran to your ride and revved it to life and headed to Johns Ranch. You started happy crying on your way there.

You pulled up and practically flew off your four-wheeler and ran towards the porch. Peggies looked startled but didn’t try to stop you. You’re sure you’re on their “Don’t Fuck With” list now cause of John. You ran inside and didn’t see John.

“John! Where are you! It’s me! John!” You yelled. You heard him call for you from the back yard. You ran out and saw him with Joseph, sitting on some lawn chairs. You froze. You didn’t know how much Joseph knew, but you were still afraid. You slowly walked up to them. They both stood. You stopped in front of them and looked at your feet, playing with the ring you were wearing, not sure on how to tell them what you decided. Joseph put a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him.

“I know why you are here, Little Lamb. I am happy to have you in our family.” He pulled you into a hug and then into that weird forehead touch thing that he does with the others. He placed a kiss onto your head. He pulled away and nodded to John and made his departure.

You looked at John after, and you could see the hope, the pleading in his eyes. You began to cry again and threw your arms around him. “I’m following my heart, and it led me to you.”

#my fic #john seed x reader #john seed #far cry 5 #joseph seed #faith seed #staci pratt #joey hudson #staci pratt x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #my fics

[spacehologramcollection]

Au Pratt and Rook headcanons;

AU where Pratt survives and reunites with Rook.  Because I am Salty :) and they all survived in my opinion. 

Warnings; Fluff, Angst and general spoilers for Far Cry 5 and maybe New Dawn?

Gif not mine

He knows its Rook immediately. The way they stand, the small gestures and all the subtle things he associates with them.

Will wait till its just the two of them, slowly removing the mask and making eye contact. He always knew they’d survive. Their strong. Both need to be strong together.

Rook will speak to him, they didn’t want anyone else to know it was them; but Pratt is different. He’s always been there, he meant the world to them before and after the Collapse.

Pratt has changed a lot in 17 years. He suffered burns to his arms, neck and chest trying to get Hudson and Whitehorse out of the car. His nose never fully healed and its scarred across the bridge of it.

His face is sterner now and his personality has changed. He’s sterner and more serious, though sometimes, the Old Pratt will peak through. But that tends to be just when its Rook and himself.

He has nightmares. The Nightmares will never go away, but now Rook is back with him they are a little easier. They’ll both stay awake if they can’t sleep, holding each other and reminiscing about old times.

Rook only spoke to Joseph since leaving the bunker, they didn’t want anyone to know who they truly were. But now Pratt’s back, they will speak to him, only when it’s the two of them. Pratt does get them to open to everyone eventually.

At night, he must sleep close to Rook, or he can’t sleep. He needs them and craves them. He’s really touched starved at this point, they both are and they both need each other more than ever.

Pratt understands what Rook went through more than anyone else. They both stuck by each other pre and during Eden’s gate, he’ll be damned if the collapse will tear them apart.

Now he’s found her again, he doesn’t want to lose them again, they mean the world to him.

At night they both open up to each other, they can talk to each other, remember and cry. It’s an emotional outlet. They aren’t what the Collapse made them, their just Rook and Pratt. Two goofballs that fell in love with each other, who had their futures ahead of them.

Pratt still occasionally clings to the dream that they are together in their shared apartment. That none of this had happened. He knows it’s stupid, but it’s the one dream and memory that kept him going. Through all the shit that has gone on.

As time goes on, Rook slowly stops wearing their Judge attire. It starts with them wearing their mask less and less. Both in private and around others. Eventually they stop with it all together, preferring to wear their old Flannel and jeans combination.

They both know things will never go back to the way they were. The World and they have both changed. But they’ve got each other, and that’s a normal constant they both want and crave.

Pratt slowly brings Rook back to life, knowing that if their back, then he can start to heal. Once Rook gets back to semi-normal, she returns the favour and brings Pratt back to life. They both banter, protect and comfort each other. Just like the old times.

It is hard for them, but it gets easier. The past is gone, and everything is about the future. Just Him and his Rook.

 They’ve both changed but those feelings will always be there. 

#far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #deputy pratt #staci pratt #deputy rook #pratt x deputy #staci pratt x deputy #staci pratt x reader #deputy pratt x reader #rook x pratt #staci pratt x rook #deputy pratt x rook

[pandorasboxofmuses-blog]

Far Cry 5 Fanfics

Hey there!

For my first set of fanfics on this account, I'm going to be writing some various Far Cry characters with the reader! My question is, what do you guys want to see gender wise? Would you prefer certain characters with certain genders or do you want a gender neutral reader? John Seed with a female reader, Jacob with a male, that kind of thing!

Let me know!

#far cry 5 #far cry 5 fanfiction #far cry 5 imagines #seeds x reader #john seed x reader #jacob seed x reader #faith seed x reader #joseph seed x reader #staci pratt x reader #joey hudson x reader #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #joseph seed #far cry 5 smut #male reader #female reader

[bleggmoe-blog]

staci pratt x au

- Farcry 5

#farcry #farcry5 #staci pratt x reader #staci pratt #JoesphSeed #JohnSeed #JacobSeed #FaithSeed

[captainamerica77]

Far Cry 5: Staci Pratt Headcanons First date

These are all based on him liking and or being in a relationship with the deputy.

This boy is a mess when he likes someone. He can barely talk to them with turning red much less stuttering. 

Sometimes he’ll catch himself staring before turning away beet red

Everyone picks up on his feelings except you

People have bets on when or if he’s going to ask you out

your first date is a complete accident

everyone at the station had gone out for drinks and had left leaving you and Staci alone at the bar

he was so nervous and kept trying to make small talk

It wasn’t going well

You ended up asking about him and that seemed to go better

He revealed he loves cooking and isn’t too bad

He ends up inviting you over for dinner in a week to prove he’s a good cook

He was so nervous waiting for you

What if you didn’t like his apartment? What if you hated his cooking? What if you changed your mind?

you didn’t change your mind you showed up five minutes early(you were nervous too)

He makes you a simple dinner he grew up making for his siblings

After dinner you two are sitting on the couch drinking some wine you brought over

You two talk about your families, your hobbies, past pets, anything it all comes naturally 

you end up falling asleep on his couch on accident, it was his fault he suggested watching a movie at 11 at night

He moves you to his bed and he takes the couch

You wake to the smell of pancakes, he brought you breakfast in bed

And some aspirin too, he figured you’d be a little hungover

You leave shortly after breakfast telling him it was a great night and you should do it more often

He says it’s probably the best first date he ever had and then realizes what he said

He’s about to apologize about calling it a date 

But then you give him a small kiss on the cheek saying you’re glad he had a good time

After you leave he is so excited about how well it went

The next time you see each other at work he gives you a small wave and you smile back

No one sees it but Hudson is seen giving Sheriff Whitehorse the money he won. He bet Staci would ask you out before you had even been there 6 months

I’m sorry I just love Staci a lot and he deserves so much. I hope you guys like this and if you want more let me know. I have so many ideas about Staci.

#Staci Pratt #Staci Pratt x reader #Reader Insert #Far Cry fanfiction #Far Cry 5 #Caps writings

[thesinfulrook]

SLEEPLESS —

summary : you’re hope county’s newest deputy in the midst of the collapse. trying to save the world is hard, the seed family has made it even worse for you. the many sleepless nights you’ve gone through, are a clear sign of that.

warning(s) : angst, torture, brainwashing, death, gore, drugs

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your body felt heavy, every limb weighed down. the fog consuming your head slowly lifted, as did the haze in your eyes only to be replaced by the painful pounding in your head. a pained groan escaped you, your kneeled body caving in on itself in attempt to escape the pain. although it seemed completely futile.

even with the consistent thrum, the scent of copper flooded your nose. a familiar scent that made your stomach churn. glazed eyes clearing to focus on the crimson soaked dirt below your scrapped knees. you nearly gagged at the sight, struggling to keep the continents of your stomach. no matter how many times you had seen it, blood always made you sick.

blood. it was blood.

your eyes immediately flicked upwards, only to shut tightly at the pounding your head responded with. reprimanding you for moving to fast. slowly opening your eyes, your heart dropped. throat now completely dry as your surroundings set in.

row by row on iron and steel bars surrounded you, splotches of dirt soaked completely in the red that made you sick. figures hunched over in their prisons, their cries of pain finally reaching your ears. st. francis veterans center. the one place in the world you never wished to be, yet there you were. but where was he.

as if on cue, a gruff voice replaced the sounds of screams. your gaze landed on him, jacob. sitting in that damn chair in from of your cage, leaning forward with his hands folded in his lap. the serious face he held could never hide the smirk underneath, that sick and twisted ginger proud to have made you a solider and have your co-worker, your friend, staci pratt standing behind him wrapped around his pinkie.

he leaned forward, getting closer to the bars. the words that snapped you out from your surroundings finally reaching your ears.

“it was always you. only you.”

it was a split second when your body jolted forward, the messy sheets falling right off your body. feverishly your eyes scanned the room, trying to determine your surroundings. making sure to know for sure you weren’t back there.

you didn’t even notice you had been holding your breath until your lungs burned for the crisp air. clenching onto the fabric resting over your heart, the fast paced beating started to bring you back. shakily breathing in and out, you tried to focus.

five things i can see. one, the moonlight trickling in slivers through the blinds. two, the blinking alarm clock beside my bed that reads 00:57. three, the phone lying fully charged by my alarm clock. four, the bat rested beside my bed. five, my uniform hung up outside the closet.

four things i can touch. one, the sweat clinging to my skin. two, the flimsy material of the sheets. three, the texture as i run my fingers through my hair. four, the scar written in my collar bone that reads ‘ wrath ‘ which still feels fresh on my skin.

three things i can hear. one, the howling of coyotes. two, the cheers of falls end’s citizens, celebrating another victory late into the night. three, the steady beating of my heart in my ears.

two things i can smell. one, the ointment from the medical kits soaking into my skin under wrapped wounds. two, the whiskey scent stained into my clothing.

one thing i can taste. the copper taste of blood as i bite my tongue, a final reminder that i’m actually here.

i rise from bed, knowing there will be no more sleep for tonight, like many before. there won’t be any sleep until i see eden’s gate torn down and the seed family on their knees.

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author’s note :

hello!! my name is ray, this is honestly my first time ever writing on tumblr so please be patient with me. i hope to write for soon, especially for far cry 5, so please leave feedback and suggestions!! thank you for reading <33

#far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 deputy #oneshot #far cry fandom #far cry deputy #jacob seed #jacob seed x reader #staci pratt #edens gate #far cry 5 one shot #far cry 5 fanfiction

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29 for my Muscle Man Dream Boat 💖👀

Aaaah thank you so much for sending one in!! Sorry it took me so long and that it sucks lmao. I hope you still like it ok though!

[AU where there is phone service in Hope County and also Tinder. Under the cut cause it’s a little bit long]

29. “Come Over Here and Make Me” from this drabble prompts list.

Cooper sat sipping a beer in the Spread Eagle, half listening to his coworkers’ conversation. Deputies Joey Hudson and Staci Pratt were discussing their favorite topic: Hope County’s strangest residents. Cooper had only been on the job about three weeks, but he was already learning that this rural Montana county seemed to hold an unusually high number of oddballs. Cooper wasn’t really paying attention however, as he was waiting for a response to the text he had sent almost an hour ago. He hadn’t really been expecting to find anyone as attractive as the handsome lawyer he’d matched with on Tinder, and he’d been even more surprised when the man, “John S.,” had messaged him back. They had exchanged phone numbers, and had been texting and sharing photos back and forth for the past few days. Cooper knew hooking up with a lawyer was probably a bad idea but of course, the risk was part of the fun. He felt like things had been heating up recently so, it being a Friday night, he’d sent John a text inviting him to join Cooper and the other deputies at the Spread Eagle. Cooper started when his phone buzzed suddenly.

“The Spread Eagle? Not really my scene I’m afraid,” John messaged, “I think I’ll stay here and finish this bottle of wine.”

Cooper smiled as he responded, “all by your lonesome?”

“That’s up to you.”

A few minutes passed then a photo popped up on Cooper’s phone. It was John standing nude in front of a mirror in what looked like a huge room, with a bottle of red wine strategically placed to cover himself. Cooper could see a large, luxurious looking bed in the background, and a chandelier made of antlers hanging from the ceiling. 

“Damn,” he whispered to himself.

“What’s that, rookie?” Staci asked. 

“Oh, uh, nothing,” Cooper answered. He turned his attention back to the photo as Staci and Joey resumed their conversation. 

“How about you move that bottle and take another pic?” he typed out.

“How about you come over here and make me move it, cowboy?” John replied almost immediately, followed by an address. Cooper grinned. This was shaping up to be a good night. 

“What are you grinning about over there, rook?” Joey nudged him, “can’t be nothing, look at that smile.”

“It’s just this uh, guy I’ve been talking to that’s all….” Cooper mumbled.

“Nice,” said Staci, “he from around here?”

“Yeah, well he lives here now, I don’t think he’s from here though. Think he said he’s from Georgia?” Cooper shrugged. “He’s like a lawyer or something.”

Joey and Staci both froze; Joey’s bottle halfway to her lips.

“A lawyer?” Joey’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “what’s his name?”

“John, uuuh S. He hasn’t told me his whole last name, why? You know him? Hey!”

Joey had snatched Cooper’s phone out of his hands; it was still open to John’s photo.

“Oh, god! Ew!” Joey spluttered with disgust, dropping the phone on the table and covering her eyes, “fucking John Seed are you serious, rook??” Staci picked Cooper’s phone up and immediately burst into laughter upon seeing the photo. 

“Rook, you have got to send me this.”

#ok ok ok let me be the first to say this isn't the best thing I've ever written #but it was still fun #OC: Cooper McCoy #drabble challenge #drabble prompt #Far Cry 5 oc #John Seed #John Seed x OC #far cry 5 #Joey Hudson #Staci Pratt #I haven't written them before but I hope their reactions are accurate #the big question is does Cooper go or not?? #you get to decide dear readers

[western-writer]

The Most Loyal Traitor

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: slight gore, blood, swearing, mentions of sex and suggestive speech

A/N I had no idea how to tag this so I just tagged it to the best of my ability. 

Summary: (Y/n) was one of the most loyal fighters for the Resistance. That was until she was blamed for deaths that weren’t her fault. When the Resistance turned their backs on her, she did the only thing she could to survive.

The Junior Deputy rounds you like the wounded animal you are. One of Jess’s arrows sticks out of your leg as you sit against a tree. A hard boot connects to your face which lands you in the dirt. You laugh, pushing yourself off the ground to sit against the tree again. 

“Did you think you could really get away?” Rook questions you. 

You grin up at her, blood spilling from your nose and staining your teeth red. “Nah,” you mutter. “I like a good chase.”

“You think this is a game, traitor?” Jess barks at you. You chuckle at the nickname you’ve managed to coin over these past few months. “What’s so funny?” 

“Ignorance,” you answer flatly. “You and the whole fuckin’ Resistance.”

Rook kicks you again, now staining her boot with your blood. “We’re not the ones that turned their back on the Resistance.”

“There you go again makin’ accusations without knowin’ the whole story. Seems like you Resistance fighters are real good at that,” you spit.

“The fuck are you goin’ on about?” Jess growls, stalking toward you. 

“Does it really matter, Jess? Whatever I say won’t change anything and definitely won’t make the Resistance change how they feel about me.” 

Rook comes and kneels on one knee next to you. She grabs your face, seemingly examining you and chuckles suddenly. “And here I thought lust was a sin,” she mocks you, turning to Jess. “Looks like Eli was right. She’s a little more than just Jacob’s favorite soldier.” Rook flicks what looks like to a hickey on your neck and gets back to her feet. “Does Joseph know? I can’t imagine what he’d do to you both if he knew.”

You roll your eyes. “If that’s your way of trying to scare me, you’re doin’ a horrible job.” 

Rook shakes her head, twirling a knife in her hands dangerously. “Nah. I’d be a bit disappointed if that scared you, to be honest. See, the reason we tracked you all the way out here is because Jacob has really pissed the Resistance off. Why doesn’t really matter, but they left it up to us to try to get it through his thick skull that he won’t win. What better way to strike fear into the heart of a cold-blooded killer like Jacob than to mess with what he values most? Obviously, we can’t get to his brothers, or even Faith, easily. So you’re the next best thing-his little play toy.”

Suddenly, Jess grabs your left wrist and pins it to the tree you sit against. Rook walks over and places her boot close to the wound on your leg, creating agonizing pressure as she goes to work cutting your left pinky off. You scream, struggling against the two women, but are no match for the both of them. The sickening crack as Rook cuts between your top and middle knuckle makes you dizzy and seeing your severed finger in her hand only intensifies this feeling. 

She presses the severed finger into the palm of your injured hand. 

“You make sure Jacob understands that if he ever does anything like that again, we will find you and we will cut off all your fingers until he finally does understand. Got it?”

You nod slightly, glaring up at the deputy. 

A small, satisfied smile graces her lips as she looks down at your bloody hand clutching your own finger. 

“If you’re lucky, they may be able to reattach it.” She nudges your jaw with her fist and stands up. You watch as they leave you alone to bleed in the middle of the woods. You cut off some of your shirt and wrap it around your finger. 

“Jake?” you say into your radio. “Jacob, I need some help here.” 

No response.

“I’ll be honest with you,” the doctor says. “I don’t know if reattaching this will work. And if it does, it may not be for the better...” you wince as he moves the finger. 

Jacob stands by, arms folded over his chest with a hard, blank glare on his face. Deputy Pratt stands by, unable to comprehend that Rook, the new deputy he had known, did this to someone. This was different. Very different.

“Leave it off,” you say, surprising the doctor a bit. “Statistically speaking, I’ll probably only get half the use out of it anyway. It’s not even vital to my hand.”

The doctor stares at you for a second. “Okay, if you insist. Let me fix it up so it won’t get infected. Jacob’s eyes focus on the bloody stub and he turns abruptly. He speaks into his radio, rather harshly from the looks of it, and you only realize what he’s saying when a few days later the deputy turns up in one of the cages. 

Every time you see her in one of those cages you can’t help but laugh a little bit. It reminds you how easily Jacob could end everything for her. 

“Well, well, well,” you say, walking up to her cage. “Seems you forgot how easy it is for Jacob to have you here.” You kneel in front of the cage. You’re vaguely aware of Pratt walking up behind you. 

“If it isn’t the traitor in her natural habit, being Jacob’s little bitch.”

“I think that title is reserved for your colleague over there, don’t you?” you question, looking back at Pratt. Truth is, you actually get along with him quite well and you keep Jacob from injuring him too much. You just want to get under her skin, and from the look on her face, it worked.

“Traitorous bitch,” Rook spits at you, literally. A bit of saliva lands on your face and you wipe it away with your left hand. Her eyes lock onto your wrapped finger. 

“You keep callin’ me that...” you start, wiping the spit on your jeans and making eye contact with her. “but have you ever had the intelligence to investigate why I’m a traitor for yourself? No? Didn’t think so...” You chuckle to yourself and pull up a chair. Leaning over, you stare at Rook. “See, at one point, I was one of the Resistance’s most loyal fighters. Even before you stumbled into the picture. I was always out there stickin’ it to the cult,” you laugh, gesturing with your arm. “I was so trusted that Mary May and Pastor Jerome would let me lead groups to go gather supplies and such. 

Rook’s eyes stay focused on you. 

“I warned them to not go after that stash. Told ‘em that it’s too suspicious, that it’s too out in the open for the Peggie’s to not be planning an ambush. Low and behold, they didn’t listen to me. One of ‘em hit a trip wire which caused smoke bombs to go off. Peggie’s shot ‘em up, bullet’s rippin’ holes through ‘em like Swiss Cheese. I didn’t even recognize the people I called my friends.” 

“Why didn’t they kill you, too?” 

“Ah, yeah, that... See, I never killed the Peggies if I didn’t have to. One of the people I spared was there and decided to spare me. Imagine this. Me, a little younger, stumbling back into Fall’s End covered in the blood of my friends, only for Mary May to scream at me for not being a better leader. I tried and tried to explain that I warned them and that they didn’t listen, but she, much like them, didn’t listen either. And then, she banished me. Kicked me out of the Resistance.” 

You lean back in your chair and look up at the sky. 

“I stumbled around from one Resistance post to another only to be threatened and sent away. I begged and begged for them to listen, but no one cared. Not even your beloved Dutch. I was thinking about just getting the hell outta town, but then you just had to start the fuckin’ reaping and I was stuck.” You lean forward, glaring into her cage. “I did the only thing I could do to survive.” 

“You... joined the cult.”

You huff out a humorless laugh and lean back again. “I still remember the look on Joseph’s face when I limped my way into the church. I was...” you look back to the sky, your voice softening. “I was days away from death. I barely made it onto the church pew, even with John helping me.”

“I can’t believe it. The Resistance’s most loyal fighter comin’ in here,” Jacob said as John set you down on a church pew. 

Joseph stepped down from the small stage-like area. “What brings you here?” he questioned. 

“Survival,” you answered, only continuing on because of the confused look they gave you. “The Resistance kicked me out,” you continued weakly. “I figured I was dead anyway, so why not?”

Joseph looked at your fragile state. Your eyes were bloodshot, your skin was pale and sickly looking, you were thin-too thin. He knew just by the looks of you that you were telling the truth. 

“You wish to join us?” 

“Don’t make me say it.”

Joseph gave you a small smile, walking over to you and gently pulling you to your feet. “You are safe, do not worry.”

“After I was nursed back to health and formally accepted into Eden’s Gate, I went to Jacob. And I guess you know what happened after that.” You shoot her a sly smirk as you lean back for the last time. “So yeah, call me a traitor all you want, but it wasn’t me that turned my back on the Resistance, it was the Resistance that turned their back on me.”

“And you just expect me to believe you? Why should I? Your whole story could be bullshit.” 

“Believe me or don’t, I don’t really give a shit, especially because I’m on this side of the cage with Jacob in my corner. It’s the truth, though.” You stand and turn, seeing Pratt coming closer. 

“It’s true, Rook...” he mutters meekly. He begins to talk more, but you walk away. Unsure of where to really go, you make your way up to Jacob’s office and are slightly surprised to not find him there. You sit down on his desk and clutch your finger, the pain still radiating through the severed digit.

“Still hurts?” Jacob says, entering the room silently. You head snaps up at him. 

“My finger was cut off, Jacob. Of course, it still hurts.”

Jacob cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“That came out harsher than I meant. Sorry,” you mutter, looking down at your hand. He walks over and forces you to look up at him before pressing a kiss to your lips. He starts off soft before gradually becoming rougher. He cups your face, deepening the kiss even more. “Wait, Jake, is now really a good time for this?” You look behind you to see that the sun is setting.  

“Yup,” he answers, sucking on your neck. You groan, grabbing his bicep. Suddenly, he lifts you and walks you both to his bed. He drops you and gets on top of you as you both undress each other.

There you both lay, bodies naked under the sheets of the bed. Jacob’s arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder with your left arm on his bare chest. You stare at your hand, still unable to believe that your finger is gone. Jacob reaches up and grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss the injured finger. You smile slightly and press kisses to the side of his neck. 

“This is the first time you haven’t kicked me out of your bed right after...” you mumble.

“Maybe I’m goin’ soft,” he mumbles back. 

“Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” you tease him. 

He sighs. “Never did I ever imagine us endin’ up like this when you stumbled into that church. I had my doubts about you, but you proved your loyalty.”

You laugh a little bit. “I’m the most loyal traitor.” 

Jacob laughs, which takes you by surprise. Then he rolls over and kisses you once more. “Round two?” 

#jacob seed #jacob seed x female reader #jacob seed x f!reader #Far Cry 5 #female deputy x female reader #f!deputy x f!reader #staci pratt #deputy rook

[geminiimagines]

Our Little Rook (1/?)

Prompt: Can you do a Seeds x reader where she tells them they are video game character and not real, she only made them up because she was real. 

Warnings: none, just my awful writing 

I really had no intention of buying Far Cry 5.  I had just moved to Las Vagas as the new CSI. I had spent to the first few weeks in Vagas unpacking your boxes and settling in at the crime lab. I promised myself that I would go and try to make friends, keyword being try. I never realized how hard it was to make friends as an adult. Oh, sure it was easy in college. You could bond over how grueling your classes were, or what club you're in. I never really had close friends in school. I think the only reason I had friends in school was that I had a PlayStation. Anyway, I digress. I tried to make friends with my co-workers, seeing how I would spend about seventy percent of my evening with them. Working the night shift was a night not my idea, but that’s what they had available. I was a kid a fresh out of college who needed a job… to be fair I was being transferred from the New Orleans crime lab. I really did try to make friends with my co-workers, but most of them were already closely knit and way older than me. After a few weeks, I just gave up. I don’t think any of them care to hear about my endless theories on Star Wars anyway.  I just desperate for company. Even if it is fictional characters. At least they don’t talk back.

It was about eight in the morning when I got off. Walking into my apartment I was greeted by my three cats, Jasper, Willow, and Killakee. Three beautiful black cats someone had dumped on my door a few weeks after I moved here. I guess that person saw me with my old Savannah cat.

“Hey kids, where’s your grandma?’’ I asked the three kittens. As if on cue, my Savannah cat, Nala came sauntering down the hallway howling in greeting. All four of the cats mewed happily as I petted them. Nala jumped on the counter and rub her face on the cat food that was setting out from the night before.

“Okay, okay. I know you want breakfast. Just let me shower kay?’’ I asked. None of them responded. Sighing, I tossed my jacket on the chair and went into the shower. Reaching out for a towel, I scowled when I realized when there wasn’t one. Perks of living alone, no one judged you for walking around naked. Getting out of the shower I walked over to the washroom and got what I thought was a clean towel.

“Ugh, I have to do clothes soon.’’ I sigh and wrap the dirty towel around me as I walk around my apartment. I dry off in the living room with Jasper and Willow as an audience. Sometimes I think about how many times these cats have seen me naked, just looking like the creepers they are. I find my jammies from last night and put them on. I grab my phone from the counter and play on it for a bit. A notification went off, opening it I saw it was text from one of old friends.

Dude Far Cry 5 came out last yesterday! Did you get it yet?  Rolling my eyes I quickly respond

Nope, I just got settled here, and I’ve had like five cases just this week. I’ve barely had any time to play my old games. I set my phone down, it buzzed again. Ignoring it I reached into my pantry and got some cereal out and poured some in a bowl that was sitting out on the counter. I also had to do the dishes.  I got my phone and opened the text.

I hope you get it soon. It’s amazing. Not the mention the Seeds!! I laughed at my friend. She was obsessed with the game already, even though it just come out. I had watched Inside Eden’s Gate, which I gotta admit was fucking amazing.

Well, I’ll see. Half of my money went to the cats and my rent. So it might have to wait a couple of weeks. I respond. My phone buzzed again. I open the notification and it’s my supervisor. Just great, not even an hour home and I already get a call.  

Just wanted to know how you were settling in. I know to move to city if tough, especially so young. Smiling with relief I respond with thanks and tell that I’m doing pretty good.

The team is going out to lunch if you want to come. I think Maddi might go to FYE, something about a new game coming out.  I giggle a little. Maddi was one of the few people my age at the crime lab. Like my friend, she was obsessed with the Far Cry series. Me, honestly I could care less. It’s a fun series, but I’m not a fan of open world and first-person games. Give me Dbh anyway. To be fair though, I wasn’t one to knock a game before trying it. But was it really worth it to spend almost sixty dollars on it? Ugh, being an adult sucks. I text my boss back.

Yeah sounds fun. I put my phone down and consume my cereal with vengeance. This is like the first proper food I’ve had in a week. My phone goes off again, and my boss says to meet at Denny’s at noon. Getting up I get on with my daily business. Do laundry, go get cat food.  Looking at the clock, it was already  9:00. Well, fuck me. I toss my dirty clothes into the washer and start it. I barely knew my way around Vegas. I was lucky I knew where the crime lab was, and the store. Getting my car keys I go to store get kitty food.

After a rather exhausting trip to the store, I get back to my apartment with my cats all howling for food.

“Not now you gremlins! You get fed a six, you know that!’’ Nala mewed the loudest. At sixteen she seemed to demand more food.

“No Nala, you’ll get too fat!’’ I say. I go and do my clothes, composing an outfit for lunch. After some debate and some help from the cats, I ended up going with a pretty simple outfit, a band t-shirt, and some leggings. It was 11:25 when I finished getting dressed. It was around 12:30 when I got to Denny’s. My boss, Andie was standing in the parking lot. They stood there with arms cross and grin on their face.

“Nice to see ya, Rook.’’ I smiled at Andie and walked into the restaurant and was greeted by the ruckus crowd of my team.  The lunch went off without a hitch. It was nice, Maddi and I talked about Far Cry and our theories about the game. Eventually, she and  I went to FYE and with a little nudging from Maddi, I bought Far Cry 5.  I got home later that afternoon, getting ready from work. I made a promise that I would play the game when I got home from work, but little did I know this game would make regret ever buying it.

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[wing3d-c4t]

Monologues [2/?]  This time Deputy Staci Pratt aka innocent child

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[cryptidsnackpack]

Care to Tie Me Up Deputy Hudson?

Warnings: Language, weensy bit of smut.  Joey Hudson x fem!reader.

Should I continue this? Should we do a part two? I dunno. Can you tell I’m ready for summer??

The dock swayed beneath you, kicked up gently by a passing boat’s wake. You were stretched out on your stomach, bikini top untied. You weren’t worried about tan lines, they seemed irrelevant as you were slathered in sunscreen anyway. Too afraid of wrinkles and skin cancer to douse yourself in coconut scented tanning oil like Adelaide. Adelaide lay next to you on a matching, aging, beach chair. The type of chair that was more a cot than anything else, bright pink and off-colored white plastic tubing strung between a rust flaked metal frame.

This was a summertime ritual between you and Addie. She’d whip up something frothy and fruity, and you two would spend hours by the water. Bitching about work and gossiping about the residents of Hope County. Addie would always begin these sessions by quoting one of her favorite movies, Steel Magnolias.

“You know what they say. If you don’t have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me!”

“Staci Pratt, Nick Rye, and Pastor Jerome. You gotta fuck one, kill one, marry one. Go.” Addie’s lips pursed around a bright orange bendy straw.

“Hmm. I’m assuming this is a reality in which Nick isn’t a married man and Pastor Jerome isn’t a man of the Lord?”

“If that eases your conscious honey.”

“Okay. Kill Staci, fuck Nick, and marry Pastor Jerome.”

“Oh I don’t know. I’d like to take Deputy Pratt for a ride or two.” Addie mused. Further discussion on what would most assuredly be the firmness Staci’s ass were cut off by the sound of crunching gravel.

You perked your head up, squinting through the glare and the dark lenses of your sunglasses. It was a squad car. Had Addie conjured up Pratt just by the mere mention of his “bounce a quarter off it” ass?

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you saw a different deputy emerge from the car. Joey Hudson. She stepped out with a smooth grace. Looking tall and muscular in her uniform, and the mirrored aviators she wore added an air of mystery.

Addie gave a curious “hmm” as she hauled herself out of her beach chair. You watched as Addie and Deputy Hudson talked. There was some nodding and laughing before Addie walked into the house. You wonder if Mr. Dickhole Drubman was starting trouble again. It wouldn’t be the first time he made a bullshit call just to harass Addie.

Lost in thought you hadn’t noticed immediately that Joey was walking toward you. Your chin was propped on your hands. You cursed yourself for not wearing mirrored sunglasses. The closer Hudson got the higher the likelihood that she could see your roving eyes. A cool breeze swept through, lifting a few loose strands of Joey’s hair from her braid. The breeze also drew immediate attention to the fact both ties of your bikini were undone.

“Hello Deputy Hudson” She smiled and you had to bite your lip to stop a ridiculous grin.

“You know you can call me Joey, even when I’m in uniform.” She crouched near the head of your beach chair, and you could smell the gum she was chewing. Spearmint.

“I like calling you Deputy Hudson though.” You propped yourself on your elbows, very aware that you were giving the sweet deputy quite a show. It was no nip-slip, but your position also didn’t leave anything to imagination. It was hard to tell if she was looking, but you didn’t miss the muscle jump in her neck and jaw as she clenched.

“What’s all that about?” You nod toward the house.

“Eh. Hurk Sr. made a tip about Addie growing some pot plants in her house. So I told Addie to make sure they couldn’t be seen from any windows.”

You snorted.

The deputy shrugged. “She says their medicinal.”

In the sweltering summer heat, a bead of sweat had already formed at the base of Joey’s hairline and began to travel down the thick column of her throat. You watched its descent shamelessly.

“What are you doing later?” Joey’s voice was low as she lifted her aviators off her face and tucked them into the breast pocket of her uniform. This was it. You could play it safe or you could enact the plan that had come to you in a moment of opportunity-born brilliance as soon as she stepped from the squad car.

“Care to tie me up Deputy Hudson?”

“I- Well. I thought maybe dinner first, but if you-”

“My bikini top Deputy Hudson. Can you tie it for me?” Her dark eyebrows nearly ascended into her hairline. She coughed around her chewing gum, which you were pretty sure she had almost swallowed.

“Sure thing.”

“You can pick me up at 7? My place?” You couldn’t see Joey’s smile, but you could hear it.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.” He fingertips lightly grazed your sides as she pulled the elastic strings into a knot. Then with a delicious amount of pressure, she placed her thumbs on either side of your spine gliding them up your shoulder blades. You fought back a moan as her clever and calloused fingertips soothed the tightness of your shoulder muscles. Once she had loosened them to her liking she spanned her fingertips around you throat. This time you did moan. Pride be damned.

With light pressure to your throat as leverage, she used her thumbs to make tiny circles at the base of your skull. Your toes curled as knots you had been unaware of began to loosen and melt. 

The slam of a screen door shattered the moment. Quickly and efficiently Joey knotted the ties at your neck.

She pressed her lips to the shell of your ear.

“I’ll make sure to finish that massage later.” You gave a half-hearted uh-huh in response. How the hell could she wind you up so quickly?

You watched as Joey walked, no strutted, back to Addie.

As her squad car pulled away Addie plopped back into her chair.

“Well hell. If I’d known there was a massage parlor on my dock, I would have advertised better.”

“I am going to marry that woman.” You sighed dreamily and checked your phone for the time.

“Well, I hope so honey.” Addie took another long sip of her drink. “We’ve all got a bet going down at the Spread Eagle and with these new developments I’m looking at first place.”

#far cry 5 #joey hudson x reader #joey hudson