Far Cry 5 One-Shot Collection

Yandere!John X Reader: "What do you mean it hurts...?"

Prompt 2. "What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it's because you're struggling!"

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John has lost his mind.

You don't know what happened. All you really remember is that he'd called you over to his home, had a drink and then... now you're here; tied to a bed with rope around your wrists and a roiling nausea in your stomach. Internally you toss and turn between being terrified and just straight up confused. You don't know what–

"Ah, still here are we, my dear? I'm glad to see it. I'd hate to have to ruin that lovely skin of yours be using chains to keep you here. It'd be such an unpleasant experience for the both of us."

Not that this is five star treatment, you think with a bitter edge; but considering the situation, you suppose to have to take whatever blessings you can while they're there. Though why John kidnapped you in the first place you still don't know. Either way, you're not exactly comfortable about any of this. To any degree.

"John, um, I don't know what you're playing at, but... please, untie me."

Your friend turned captor scoffs at the request, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he does so, "And why would I do that?"

There's a fresh squeeze of fear in your chest. "Uh, because this is fucked up and wrong? Because you're scaring me and this is starting to hurt–"

"Hurt?" He snaps with a hint of indignation, coming to stand beside the bed you're tied to, "What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it's because you're struggling! Now, hold still!"

"Oh course I've been struggling, you've tied me up– Oi! Get off!" You buck away from him, twisting and turning as he gets up into the bed, throwing a leg over your hips and pinning you beneath him as he leans over to fiddle with the restraints.

A particular sharp hike of your hips has you freezing, a deep groan slipping free from the man above you as he rolls his hips sharply back against your own. His eyes peeking down at you with a smouldering heat, a lecherously grin slowly blooming across his face.

"Oh, darling~" he purrs with the slightest hint of gravel, a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, "I thought I knew everything about you, but this? Oh, if I had known you were so eager for me..." despite yourself you can't help the way your cheeks burn as he looks you over. Tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he looks you over like a piece of prey, gaze hungry and consuming; leaning down until he's breathing you in, whispering teasingly into your ear, "I would've had you dripping for me sooner."

An undignified sound squeaks out of you as you feel his hand slip beneath your shirt. His breathing heavy against your ear as he presses his cheek to your own, his beard scratching at your skin..

"Would've had you stuffed with my cock, screaming my name as I railed you into my bed. Fucking you raw until you're begging for me, whimpering so prettily for me until I made you mine. How does that sound, darling? Hm? Would you like that?"

"I-I..."

A breathy laugh tickles your ear, making you twitch. "Ahh, but sadly such things will have to wait. Although, I can't deny just how... tempting you look beneath me. You really are adorable when you're flustered, darling. I could just..." he sighs something blissful, teeth skimming the flesh just below your ear, "devour you." Reluctantly, with a lingering kiss and bite, John pulls away. Looking down at you with a lidded gaze as he murmurs a heated, "though perhaps we'll save all that for the honeymoon, hm?"

For a moment you don't respond. Just quietly watch as he goes back to loosening the rope around your wrists, humming a song as he does so. You swallow harshly, eyes stinging with every blink.

"I fucking hate you."

He stills at that. Something dark flickering in the depths of his eyes, changing the shade like the shadow of a shark beneath the waves; before it's gone. Replaced by something softer, but no less threatening. No less promising.

"Not forever you won't."