#joseph seed x reader

[shalotttower]

Yandere!Joseph Seed Headcanons

Type: General Headcanons Characters: Joseph Seed x Reader (afab) Word count: 700+ Notes: Manipulation, coercion, isolation, captivity, emotional abuse, forced proximity, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics, brief mention of suicide possibility, implied possibility of pregnancy.

- Joseph is calm, patient, and calculating with you. He won't rush into things or make impulsive decisions. As someone who is skilled at manipulation, he understands the necessity of waiting (and patience is a virtue). He is persistent and determined, but in a very quiet and measured way, like a rock steadily going down the hill.

- Joseph sees you as his ultimate test of faith and a reward shall he pass it. The Voice told him, he saw it in his dreams, every little sign points to you being the one he was meant to find. And once Joseph decides on something, he won't change his mind. No matter what you do, no matter how much you try to run or hide, Joseph will find you and bring you home.

- He wins your affection through misplaced empathy, touch (because there's no shame in closeness), and by simply being there whenever you need it - even if sometimes you wish he wasn't.

- Joseph views your reluctance as the result of Pride speaking in you and a part of his own trial. And trials exist to be overcome.

- Joseph knows people. He can read them, hopes and fears, weaknesses and strengths, virtues and vices, what they love and hate. He utilizes it with you, observes your habits and behavioral patterns. Joseph doesn't force - he nudges and encourages, planting the seeds and hints in your head and letting them grow; he manipulates you by making you come to desired conclusions on your own.

- If you're stubborn, Joseph will deprive you of sleep, but in a way that seems natural (there's suddenly a lot of work he needs your help with or he keeps you awake longer and wakes you up earlier, because this and that). He will increase the time of his lectures or restrict access to certain areas until you waver. The book you're reading will disappear and he has no idea where it is, etc.

- However, don't think Joseph is passive. Yes, he prefers a gentler approach with you, but understands the necessity of harsher methods too. Even God has to punish his children, after all, and it's always for their sake. If you push him too much (and it takes a lot to achieve that), he will "teach you humility" and his methods are often connected to the feeling of shame. He may restrain you and make you ask for basic needs like food, toilet or water; lock you up in an empty room without sustenance for a few days and sit by your door, reading the Bible aloud; wash you/feed you himself, denying you autonomy. If looks is something you value about yourself, he might cut your hair short. Making you watch as he burns something you cherish is also not off the table. He will not beat you, but if having your buttocks smacked will get the point across and make you feel ashamed, then Joseph will do it.

- Hurting you, however, doesn't give him pleasure and he will later spend the hours in prayer asking God for forgiveness for his temper, even if that was necessary. He won't be apologetic towards you, but later when you've both calmed down he will console you and provide whatever comfort you need: a hug, a touch (which feels increasingly familiar), stroking your hair and telling you a biblical story as an analogy for your behavior.

- It's Joseph's responsibility to protect you from yourself and guide you on the right path, because you're lost and confused in his mind. There's only one truth - Eden's Gate - and he will do his best to save your soul before it's too late.

- If it's the Bunker, you're sharing a bed, period. Joseph isn't letting you out of his sight and will be sleeping next to you. He can't risk you offing yourself and leaving him alone.

- If it's somewhere else, like the compound or wherever he keeps you, you will have your own room if he trusts you enough. Your room will have its own bathroom and Joseph won't be intruding, unless you give him a reason to. He'll grant you permission to move freely within the compound, but two faithful will always follow behind.

- Joseph doesn't force himself on you, though he'll take any opportunity to initiate physical contact. Taking your hands in his, kissing your forehead, loosely putting an arm around your waist. He watches how you react, whether you're leaning in or pulling away. If the latter is the case, he'll be more subtle, but won't stop.

- Joseph wants a family with you. A future together after the Collapse.

[donat-senpai]

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Joseph Seed x Reader

tw: Joseph Seed (yeah), forced retention, forced drug use, obsessive behavior

You open your eyes and look around in fear. Head is pounding with pain. Green particles fly in the air like dust. You are surrounded by the sugary sweet smell of unknown plants.

Someone's hand rests on your head. Touch is comforting.

"Don't be afraid, child. You're safe."

You tried to remember where you heard that voice before. But consciousness slips away and you fall asleep again.

Joseph gently pats your shoulder and covers you with a blanket. He looks at you longingly.

The next time you wake up, it's night outside. There is one candle burning on the bedside table. This is the only light source in the room. You feel a little better. Consciousness cleared up. Memories flash: a trip to Montana, a strange cult, creepy Joseph Seed, Peggy's car accident.

"Did you wake up." - Damned Joseph enters the room. You're angry at his people. If they weren't so stupid, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Now your car is broken, and you are unknown where. He hands you a glass of water. You almost want to throw it back in his face, but the only thing stopping you is the terrible thirst. You drink to the bottom. The water has a strange taste.

"I need to go home." You try to get up, but the man doesn't allow it. He holds you in place, painlessly but firmly. His strange gaze stops at your bare shoulder. The shirt slipped off while you were sleeping. You're embarrassed, not in the most pleasant way.

"Honey, you're home." Joseph speaks so confidently that you almost believe him. He is convinced that this is where you belong. The man turns his gaze into your eyes. Your stomach turns. You're about to throw up.

"No." You freeze like a frightened fawn, but still try to argue.

Joseph sighs heavily. "My love, this is your home now."

You're terrified. Only God knows what this madman came up with.

The man puts you back into bed. Your eyes begin to droop. You are falling asleep.

"Sweet Dreams dear. I will wait for the day when you voluntarily join my flock. Then we will walk through the Eden's Gate together."

Joseph sits down on the chair next to you, carefully takes your hand in his and begins to pray.

[seedofjoseph]

a garden locked up is my sister, my bride

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship(s): Polyseed feat. F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 3700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want a taste?"

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

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

"Charity."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where is Father?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Atta boy!"

"Father be praised!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't tell me you went shopping."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cavalry's here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brother John got them for us!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doncha mean dinner, Joseph?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Misc nsfw hc's (trans man!reader)

Small hc's I wrote a while ago bc I had brain worms

Characters: Sharky Boshaw, Jacob Seed, Eli Palmer, John Seed, Jerome Jefferies, Joseph Seed

Contains NSFW content, minors do not read!

Sharky is a submissive bottom, he loves being under you and feeling your full weight on him when you fuck him. He's down to take anything you give him, whether you're using your fingers, strap or a butt plug or your tongue he doesn't care he is gonna take it like a champ and say thank you after.

He loves doggy style, having your strap buried inside him, your chest pressed up against his back while you stroke his cock with one hand and hold his hip with the other. He loves the sensation of you thrusting into him while you jerk him off, it's overstimulation heaven especially after you've made him come a couple of times.

He gets shy if you do missionary but he loves how you kiss him while you fuck him and the way you hold his wrists beside his head. He whines about it but he's super into when you make him come all over his stomach and then lick it up, it's super hot.

The closet he gets to topping is whenever you suck him off, especially if you make him brace himself on the wall and let him fuck your face when he gets close. And even then after he comes he wants you to press him up against the wall and take him from behind.

Jacob couldn't bottom if his life depended on it, he is always the one giving and using your body like his personal cocksleeve. He could be swayed to taking your strap if it was your birthday but the chances are very slim, He's a top and he likes making you get off and seeing how undone he can make you.

He is a big fan of edging so he'll have you on your back, get you close and then just stop, making you beg for him to move while he presses lazy kisses to your collar bone. If you beg good enough he'll go to the next extreme and fuck you until you're crying from the overstimulation.

He'd love taking you in his truck or somewhere public, he enjoys seeing you try to keep quiet while he's hitting all the right spots inside you and whispering the nastiest things in your ear. He's also a fan of doggy style and will just fuck you on the ground whenever he feels like it.

His typical style is rough, hard and dirty, making you his little plaything for a few hours and turning you into a mindless mess but he can do gentle and sweet sex. It's a more vulnerable thing though and usually saved for anniversaries and other important dates.

Eli doesn't discriminate and he's happy to be taking or giving in bed, he loves the way you feel inside him and he loves the feeling of being buried inside you. He's not really rough but he can man-handle you like the best of them and he really enjoys having you on his lap while you ride him.

If he's taking he prefers missionary so he can see you as you thrust into him, just the sight of you sweaty and panting above him drives him nuts. And getting to kiss you while you also jerk him off is always a bonus.

He likes taking it slow when you go at it, lots of touching and kissing before one of you gets too excited and flips the other over and takes charge. He gets really horny when you're the one to take charge, something about you pushing him into the mattress and ripping his boxers down really gets him going.

He's a weak man for you so when you tease him it's very effective, he will rut against you until you shimmy your pants down and let him slip his cock inside you. If you squeeze in between him and his desk and grind your ass on his crotch it's only a matter of time before you're bent over it and getting fucked.

John is a service bottom with a twist and that twist is that when you frustrate him enough he'll tie you down and fuck you like an animal. He loves watching you ride him, he loves burying his face between your thighs and making you come undone with his touch.

He also loves restraining your hands and making you confess your flifthiest sins while he fucks you, going from long slow thrusts to quick deep ones that rock your entire body. He doesn't care what position you're in as long as he can watch your face twist into blissful pleasure and pain.

He'll lose himself when you take charge, becoming a babbling mess chanting your name like a prayer while you thrust into him. He'll beg you to do your worst to him, cling to any part of your body, bite your neck when he comes and rut against you uselessly in between sessions.

John can switch from cruel sadomasochist to subby brat in two seconds and he will give you whiplash if you're not ready for it. If you indulge both sides you'll be his personal god and he'll worship you any chance he gets, his main goal is to make you come as much as humanly possible.

Jerome is a sweet man and he just wants to make you feel good and take care of you, body worship is off the charts with this man and he'll make every sexual encounter feel like a religious experience. He loves running his hands over your body and kissing every inch of you before fucking you nice and slow.

He may unintentionally cockwarm as he gets carried away kissing you and singing you praises but it just makes it better. His thrusts are always deep and hit all the right spots every time and the drag out is slow and sensual, he really works it up and makes you want it.

He's not opposed to letting you take him, he'll happily suck off your strap and get himself ready to take you. He only asks that you be gentle and if you can do that he's happy to lose himself to the feeling of you inside him, he might enjoy it so much he can't keep his hands from jerking himself off while you thrust into him.

He will happily engage in some sinful activities in the church, as long as it's empty. Either one of you bent over the podium while the other fucks them is always an experience. He may start reciting certain bible verses and likening you to angels while you fuck, he can't help it when his mind gets all foggy.

Joseph does whatever his heart tells him to in the moment so it's a toss up on whether he'll be taking or giving in the bedroom. Sometimes you can tell from the look in his eye or the way he grabs you but mostly he takes you by surprise every time.

If he's feeling like taking he'll start by kissing you all over your body and sucking you off/eating you out, rutting his hard on against you and whimpering your name when you touch him. He'll go into any position you put him in but he does like being able to hold the back of your neck and look into your eyes while you fuck him.

He'll prattle on about how god brought you both together and how his body and soul is yours to take and he'll choke on your name like it's a prayer to hard to swallow. He gets embarrassed if you make him come on himself but can't complain when you clean him up with your mouth.

If he's giving he likes to press his body flush against yours and really enjoy the feeling of being inside you, he'll unintentionally edge you and himself because he wants it to last. And then when you both come undone he thrusts into you like a wild animal until he can't hold himself up any longer.

[farcry5seedfamily]

"Where are you going, Little Sinner? Don't run away from me, you need to confess your sins and atone them" - John Seed

[vikkirosko]

Headcanons

🙏 Joseph Seed x Reader 📖

You and Joseph met as children. Many children shunned him because of his visions, but you were not afraid of it. He was your friend and you weren't going to leave him because of that. He's been to several foster homes, but you haven't lost touch. You communicated by sending letters to each other. When you got older you met again at the university. You didn't tell him that you were in love with him, realizing that your feelings could ruin your friendship. Even when he told you about the girl he fell in love with, you remained a good friend to him

You and Joseph started seeing less of each other after he got married. You were a friend of his family and sometimes came to visit them. However, when Joseph came to you in the middle of the night, you were very worried. As it turned out, his wife had an accident. He told you about her death, about the death of his daughter. He was desperate. You were next to him, hugged him and listened to what he said. When he told you that he wanted to find his brothers, you offered to help him

You came to Hope County with Joseph and his brothers. You sincerely believed him, or at least you convinced yourself of it. You took care of him, reminding him that he was just a human being and that he needed a rest too. Joseph was grateful to you for that. For his flock, you were one of the closest to the Father. They respected you and fulfilled your requests, but you did not participate in their affairs. You spent most of your time with Joseph

Sometimes you caught yourself thinking that you stayed in Hope County only because of your feelings for Joseph. His brothers understood this, but neither they nor you talked about it. You weren't going to betray Joseph. You genuinely cared about him, even though you knew that your feelings were unlikely to find a response. You were going to stay with him until the very end, regardless of what lay ahead

✈️ John Seed x Reader 🕶

You and John met in Hope County. Eden's Gate didn't have such huge power back then. You lived on your small farm where you did business alone after the death of your parents. You had no problems with it and your life suited you. You got a little tense when in the evening, when you were about to go to rest, a car drove up to your farm. You didn't recognize the man who got out of the car, but he was polite and friendly. As it turned out, he wanted to buy some vegetables and hoped that he could buy them from you

John began to come to your farm often. He often started talking to you, he mentioned his family but never talked about them in detail. You had no idea that they were somehow connected with religion, but when you heard from friends that you should be afraid of John and his family, you were surprised. It was difficult for you to call John a religious person, and even more so to call him a religious fanatic and part of a sect. You weren't going to change your attitude based only on the words of other people. You felt sympathy for him and you didn't want to believe that he was a bad person

When the situation in the neighborhood got worse, you realized that John really wasn't the nicest person. When he came to you again, you were wary. The only thing that calmed you was that he came alone. John continued to be polite and even affectionate towards you. He invited you to the sermon so that you would understand that you didn't have to be afraid. The last thing John wanted was for you to be afraid of him. He wasn't a perfect person, but he wasn't going to hurt you

John would be lying if he said you didn't make him feel anything. He was hoping that you would eventually say yes and he would be able to see you as often as possible. He was sure that if you see each other more often, your relationship will grow into something more. He hoped that he wasn't the only one experiencing such feelings

🐺 Jacob Seed x Reader ⛰️

You and Jacob have known each other since you were teenagers. Then he lived with his brothers and guardians and you were one of the few people around whom he felt calm and forgot about all the problems. He fell in love with you and hoped that you had a future, but for the sake of protecting his brothers, he gave up this dream. You didn't know exactly where he disappeared until you heard your parents discussing that Jacob had killed his guardian and now he was waiting for a far from the easiest life

For so many years, Jacob has not been able to forget you. You were a ray of light in his life. After the army, he returned to his hometown and tried to find his brothers and you. He was really able to find his brothers, finally reunited with his family, but he couldn't find you. You moved out of town a few years ago and no one knew where. Jacob understood that he should have expected this, so he tried not to dwell on it. A new part of his life was waiting for him along with his brothers

In Hope County, he began spending a lot of time in the mountains. It was there that he met someone he did not expect to see there, especially after so many years. It was you. You've been living there for a long time, having moved there after graduating from university. You liked living in the mountains, in peace and quiet, but the appearance of Jacob destroyed your usual peace. He didn't tell you why he was in Hope County. He said that he had come there with his brothers, but he did not say the reason for this. He didn't want to destroy those fragile relationships that returned after so many years

Your house in the woods was bypassed, knowing that you are under the protection of Jacob. He often came to you, feeling calm next to you. You didn't mind his company. You were worried about him and the sheer number of his scars didn't calm you down. Even though your parents tried to convince you that he was a bad person, you didn't believe it. You wanted to find out what happened to him during the time that you didn't see each other and help him let go of all the pain that he kept to himself

🌺 Faith Seed x Reader 💫

You and Faith have known each other since childhood. You lived together in Hope County and grew up side by side. Rachel was your best friend and you often got into fights to protect her. She was soft and it was hard for her to stand up for herself, so you did it. You started dating as teenagers and were happy together. However, the older you got, the more problems there were in your lives

She developed an addiction from which you tried your best to save her, but every time she broke down again. You weren't mad at her, realizing that addiction was far from something that could be easily got rid of, but when she suddenly disappeared, you began to panic. You searched the whole city, fearing that she was dead, but your search was fruitless. The loss of one of the dearest people in your life really shook you, so when one of your friends called you to go to the Eden's Gate sermon. For you, it was just an opportunity to forget about your loss for a little while, even though you didn't believe what they were saying. But you didn't expect to see there

You were able to talk to her after the end of the sermon, perfectly feeling the frowns of the faithful on you. Rachel took you to the side, where the others wouldn't hear your conversation. She told you that she's Faith now and that Joseph opened her eyes to the truth and saved her. You felt very worried about her. You were afraid that Rachel had fallen under someone else's influence and tried to convince her to come home, but she wasn't going to come back. She treasured you, but she wasn't going to come back, so she invited you to join them so that you could continue to be together

It took you a few days to decide everything for yourself. You were ready to leave your usual life in order to stay close to Rachel. You had to get used to the fact that she was now a Faith and also to the fact that she connected her life with religion, but you were ready to accept her at any cost. You were ready to become her protector and follow her even to Hell if necessary. You understood that many people would say that she manipulated you and your feelings, but you didn't care. You knew the truth and that was enough for you

[idkmanimjustawh0re]

Homebound

Reader x seed Brothers soulmate au

3k words 

On everybody's 21st birthday They gain a soulmate, many dream of their 20's for that very reason the idea of a soulmate was appealing to the masses, the idea that someone would love you gaping wounds and all? It was just too good to be true

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"Deputy?" Whitehorse said breaking deputy from their trance she had  been staring at the joseph seed video for quite some time something about him was familiar and yet unnerving  she was sure she had never seen this man in her life so what was with this strange connection she suddenly felt now

"I wouldn't bother with that now the internet out here is sparse" he was correct as a few seconds after he said that the device had shown nothing more than static.

You nod but say nothing about the strange feeling you had in your gut.

Marshal doesn't seem to want you here. You've seen him throw looks at you the entire flight and you can't blame him you're quite new to the whole deputy thing— so you didn't have much experience under your belt. It was a surprise they even let you go on this mission. 

You turn your head to the window and stare at the large statue of Joseph seed. It makes you feel a sense of dread. 

The helicopter lands and you are immediately surrounded by unwelcoming cultists brandishing weapons your way.

You think for a second you see something in joseph seed's eyes something that completely stops you from putting the cuffs on him before you're snapped out of it by Hudson "put the damn cuffs on deputy" and you do and joseph seed smiles something about his smile is unnerving.

  "God will not let you take me" he says and you usher him out of the chapel.

He was correct. The helicopter had fallen from the sky thanks to one of the cultists throwing themselves into the turbine.

You blackout but only momentarily you wake no less than a minute afterwards and struggle under the belt buckles scratching and clawing at them until finally they release you. 

 You took no time crawling out of the helicopter and into the woods hearing Joseph's men shout behind you. 

It was a blur getting out of there you hardly remembered meeting up with Marshal nore the drive that threw you down into the river you were lucky Dutch saved you didn't turn you in or put the bullet in your head himself.

He was lucky to have you, you had no qualms about killing those that stood in your way, mainly the cultists— you were meant to save the people of Hope County. He just knew it.

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A sigh fell from your lips as you shot down the last cultists fuck in your way after being down in Hope county for the past 2 months you grew used to death and killing it used to give you nightmares— like when you were a kid except these nightmares far more gruesome then any little kids mind could come up with. You dreamed of dead bodies, and pools of blood your hands stained a deep maroon screams and groans of agony in the air. You used to wake up in a sweat, your eyes burning with tears as you recalled the nightmares but you never cried, you couldn't risk someone finding out though you knew no one here would blame you what with all the shit you've seen you couldn't help but feel ashamed. 

You pull the radio from your hip alerting the others of another location that was taken back from the seed Brothers soon enough people would be filing in to fix the place up and hold down fort so the cultists couldn't come back.

Leaning back against your car you ponder how long it would be until you could finally go home, would it be sooner rather than later? probably not  

In four months it  would be your twenty first birthday

Which meant you'd finally be able to feel your soulmate bond— you feel kind of bad for your soulmate. You were stuck in some war that you weren't sure would ever let up, which meant you were in a constant state of stress they'd surely feel and that's unfair to them. And  it's not as though you were chomping at the bit to see your soulmate although you couldn't deny the tingle of excitement in your abdomen at the idea you weren't exactly in the best state of mind to deal with those feelings you've heard from people like your mother that they were extremely overwhelming the moment they locked eyes and you weren't ready for something like that.

Sure enough people began flooding in as you watched from the sidelines getting a few thank yous before you decide to head back to Holland valley.

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Another month in hope county and you've had your second run in with John seed and he seemed even more deranged then last time he was pissed at you for plowing through his men and taking back most of the land — his fuckfaces had caught you with your proverbial pants down when you were just setting up a camp and they shot your ass with a fuckton of bliss bullets.

He went on his little tangent which ended in him asking who'd like the go first who would like to bare their sins to him—Hudson looked like shit she's certainly seen better days and it grinds your gears as you wondered just what he put her through.

"Yes" it slips out of your mouth, he smiles clasping his hands together you knew he was excited to get his hands on you. He rolls Hudson away, she screams and cries over the tape and it breaks a piece of your heart. You silently vow to yourself you'd save her no matter what. 

Tugging at your bindings you began to rock back in forth in your chair before it falls down the stairs you think you might've cracked your head against the floor still you get up and find a way out of the torture room.

The whole place was like a maze you knew you wouldn't be able to find Hudson just yet you hated yourself for leaving her but you continued going with the sentiment that you'd be back.

When John found you gone he was no less than angry he wanted to finally teach you a lesson and he had the perfect tattoo for you he had decided that pride was your biggest sin, constantly toeing the line with him and his brothers you did it with such assurances it could be nothing but pride— soon it would be cut into your flesh. Soon he calmed himself, touching the knives on his table the ones he wanted to tear against your skin. 

If Joseph had seen the hatred in his eyes he would surely be reprimanded as he had been before Joseph would only give him so many chances to stay he had to reign himself in.

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The next meeting with the seed Brothers had been with both Jacob and joseph a whole two months after John's meeting

You knew whatever Jacob was doing to you was leading somewhere he wouldn't do this for no reason but you couldn't for the life of you find out for now you rested your head against the metal bar and stared woozily at joseph seed. Your blood runs cold when he speaks of murdering his own daughter you wanted to yell and scream at him tell him how sick in the head he was but you couldn't whatever drugs Jacob had in you was making you unable to move. 

You watched helplessly as Jacob wound up the box and everything went black. 

When you woke up you were surrounded by dead bodies you didn't recognize but you knew you killed them sickness curled into your stomach and you held your breath at the stench of death.

You walked away from the scene with one thought 

I'm going to kill the fucking seed Brothers 

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You killed Faith a week after

You felt guilty when she died, because she was a victim of the seed Brothers, just a young girl,  but it was a necessary evil to save Whitehorse and the rest — so why did you feel so guilty?

After her death you buried her in a field of bliss flowers facing the sunset. You hoped she would be okay with the placement you would've left her there like everyone else's bodies you left but you knew joseph wouldn't give a fuck he'd probably leave her body to rot and not give her a proper burial and she at least deserved that for what she had to deal with.

You spent the day carving a wooden cross and sticking it over her grave. You didn't know her date of birth or anything so the only thing you could put was her name. Once again you hoped she wouldn't mind. 

The recording that follows after is as you'd expect soulless he talks about her coldly as if her death had no effect on him it made you clench your fists into the chair you were sat on you didn't really hurt him with this death you frowned at the anxious anger that makes you want to kill him

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1 month later

It is the day of your 21st birthday and yet you are stuck killing Joseph's followers . It sucks but it's the life you have now. 

Twenty more minutes before you're officially twenty one you tell yourself— as another Peggy bites a bullet, there were tons of them but it's what you expect ever since the last meeting with Jacob he'd doubled his forces everywhere and as annoying as that was you understood why, he knew you weren't playing games when you took Faith's life he could see the sweltering rage in your eyes when joseph spoke of what he'd did to his only child— and he knew Faith's death was a message. 

A knife into the Peggy's throat slicing the cartilage you leave them behind to choke on their blood you needed to be careful now you were getting closer to Jacob you just knew it — you couldn't afford to let him catch you off guard to finally use you like a tool once more to kill innocent men and women. 

"Deputy-" a voice, his voice rang out tauntingly from the radio on your hip.

Gritting your teeth you grab it and await anything else the asshole might have to say 

"You're making quite the stir, killing my men," he says and you can hear hatred "all to find me" he chuckles it's slow and deep and you hate that you thought it sounded nice. "I'm not going to bore you so let's get straight to the point, I'm ready to end this little game of ours, meet me at Joseph's chapel don't keep me waiting" 

You frown at the term 'game' it makes sense for someone as cruel as him to see this as a game yet it angers you no less. 

 

You make it in record time granted breaking every speed law possible but you wanted to get this over with because you don't want your soulmate's first emotion of yours to be something unpleasant and that's really all you feel when you think or see of the seed Brothers. 

You slam open the chapel doors surprised to see the seed brothers waiting patiently. All three of the seed Brothers in one room this must be hell. 

"not playing fair jacob?" You mutter wearily eyeing the brothers for weapons.

"Nobody said I had to play fair" Jacob said he looked like he was going to say more but Joseph raised his hand and you  waited with baited breath watching Joseph take his sweet time to look at you and finally speak.

"The end is coming, deputy you can feel it can't you, can see it in the news, humanity is at its brink it's only so long until humanity as we know it finally collapses"

"I think you're crazy," you retorted.  

"Well, whether you want to believe it or not this world will end sometime soon." 

"And you believe your God has told you this?" You ask incredulously 

He smiles though it isn't a real one "I know to you I look like a fool wrapped up in his own self grandeur but I truly believe I am helping these people if only you wouldn't get in my way" his voice now venomous he steps forward and you reach for your gun.

 He doesn't seem scared.

"You, at first I couldn't figure out why God had allowed you to survive, after all he wanted me to save people and here he was leading you straight to us, and then I thought 'this must be my test" he takes a few more steps forward removing his glasses as he speaks and you point the gun directly at him watching for any sign of hostility 

"You see deputy John thought you were pride, but I can see it in your eyes you are not pride you are wrath! Wrath that has been so misguided, what you need is a master someone to show you the way. I will be your master deputy. I will show you what God meant for you when he blessed you with the sin of wrath" your gun was against his bare chest now. 

You look into his eyes ready to spit back a retort but you can't because when you look into eyes you can feel him it's almost as though you can feel his soul and it nearly knocks you to the ground with its power over you. you stop breathing and you watch as his face turns from confusion to excitement all the while you were still struggling with the information you had newly learned; Joseph seed was your soulmate you were all too aware of his emotions now his confusion anger hatred and then just like that it evaporated when he met your gaze "It seems God may have had other plans for us" joseph practically purrs stepping forth to touch you no doubt aching for skin to skin contact just as you were. 

You step back instead of allowing yourself to fully feel him, you look to Jacob and then to John for help, maybe for them to shoot you yet instead you are shocked again when you can feel their emotions nearly as strongly as Joseph's. 

John's hatred disappears and he looks at you with a boyish grin you would've thought charming if you didn't know who he was. "Deputy- I-I'm so excited God has decided to bring us together" he says striding forward excitement in his baby blue eyes.

you are not excited about this not one bit in fact you are terrified. terrified because a small part of you is begging to reach out and touch them to allow them to give you the love you desperately crave; when did you start craving love so violently that it makes you damn near sick!? 

Even if your entire body craved them your mind did not it was restless looking for answer's; how could you be expected to love these murderers. They were sick and diluted  and now an irrational part of you wished you could ease the sickness In them and fix whatever had started them down this path the rational part knew better. You knew better and so you took another step back.

John stopped in his tracks and frowned when he saw the clear as day rejection within your eyes; you wanted nothing to do with any of them and you made it clear with the look on your face.

You didn't know what to do anymore. The gun you were sure you'd have to use on the seed Brothers suddenly felt heavy. Suddenly you were unsure that you could, no, that you would kill them given the opportunity and you wished the ground would swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to make that choice so that you don't have to think about the fact that you were destined to be with three people who have tortured murdered and brainwashed innocent people; the people you swore to protect. 

"Deputy-" you turned tail and ran listening to John and Jacob shout for you to come back but you didn't even spare them a glance you couldn't or else you were afraid you might be tempted to stay.  You had come here with the intention of murdering Jacob seed and saving deputy Pratt and now you are running away from what was probably your only viable option.

You wanted to go home to leave this damn place and never come back. The idea itself was tempting but you knew you wouldn't be able to stay away.

It is only apparent to you once you're far away from the chapel that they had let you run that they didn't chase after you and a part of you was hurt perhaps they hadn't found you worthy enough? You shook your head reminding yourself that it didn't matter that you were still enemies and you'd have to kill them someday soon especially if you wanted to save Pratt and Hudson.

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John wanted to cry 

The one person who was meant to love him scars and all just ran away from him— it was rejection and he knew it. The hatred he felt for the deputy completely disappeared and was replaced with a distant longing that made his insides ache.

"Joseph, why didn't you let me chase after them!?" He growled, turning to his older brother. He didn't understand what the hell Joseph was thinking when he had stopped John from chasing after what was rightfully his. What God had decided was his.

"They will come back, God would not give us them just to take them away" John didn't buy that shit it made no sense he and joseph both knew God could be fickle he wanted to trust his brother to believe him but he couldn't and joseph must've sensed that because he put an arm on his brothers shoulders "you need to trust me John, trust me like you always have— I can promise you deputy will be back they will be in our arms soon enough"  he turned towards Jacob giving him a nod before sighing "let us return to our homes we need to rest and I need to ask God for guidance" John could only nod and bite his tongue and leave the chapel just as he and Jacob walked out the doors he heard a faint "trust in me as you will trust in God I swear deputy will not be gone long" he said nothing and response as did Jacob and left. 

On the drive home he knew one thing

He was going to get the deputy back. What Joseph said didn't matter, he doesn't care if he has to fight Joseph every step of the way he will get his deputy and he will bring them home

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Might restructure this entire thing and make it into a fic who knows I didn't really like how this turned out tbh.

[locustandwildhoney]

Joseph... can go back and forth on being a good parent.

Sometimes he's the perfect dad, always there, attentive, gentle and caring.

The perfect combo of teacher, parent, and caretaker. He speaks to children in the same way he speaks to adults, in that soft hypnotic tone that lets you know he's telling the truth. or, at least, his truth. Even if you're angry with him he exudes that infuriating calm benevolence. That way he has about him may infuriate others but is exactly what is needed to sooth a crying child. His hand slow and methodical as he pets the child's head and holds them close. Soothing hushes and whispers until the kid gets back up to play again or simply falls asleep in his lap.

Other times... its rough.

It's hard having a parent who's a prophet and a god and a man wrapped up in one. Joseph has episodes where he 'goes away' for a bit. Sometimes physically, sometimes he just sits and stares through to wonders and horrors we couldn't hope to know or understand. And you'll be damned if you even try to interrupt The Voice as it orders him. At times like these, even when he looks at you, you can tell he's actually looking past you. Cries go unanswered. Scabs heal over on their own as the prophet sermons for a flock that no longer exists.

Any child under Joseph's care will probably grow up being a bit confused and angry, having been at once so cherished and so neglected. Like most parents and kids they'll break each others hearts. Neither quite understanding what they could've done wrong.

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

Might start doing one shots on here...

[jacobseedz]

You, and only you - J.S

summary: just you and Jacob sitting, enjoying the day.

The sun shone brightly, lightning up the whole county. As always it burned your skin, but you were so used to it, you didn't even seem to care about being sunburned later.

"Do you really believe the shit your brother preaches?" you suddenly asked, the man beside you tensed up, standing straighter than he usually does, his hand tightening around his signature red rifle.

"..careful, pup. You might be my favourite, but someone might take your words the wrong way." Jacob warned.

"I don't ca-, WAIT! What do you mean favourite? I'm the ONLY favourite. You better not like anyone better than me, or I swear I'll rip your head off of your shoulders." you glared, looking directly into his beautiful eyes.

The moment he smirked, you knew he was just toying with you to get a rise out of you, at which you mumbled nasty words under your breath. However, you knew he meant no harm, Jacob wasn't usually playful, unless he was trying to manipulate someone and scare them, but when it came to you? That man could be a big teddy bear, for all you knew.

One of Jacobs judges walked towards you, and nuzzled his snout into your face, making you laugh at how supposedly deadly and lethal the creature was, yet in your presence, it merely turned into a small cub that wanted to play and cuddle all day long.

"You're making my judges weak." The redneck sighed, sitting down on the grass, beside you. Close enough, that your arms were touching, although his were a little bit scratchy, from the marks and burns, but you didn't mind. He brought you a great deal of comfort. The judge moved around you, to make way for his master, but still be able to nuzzle into your side.

"Seems like not only the judges." you smirked, nudging his side.

Jacob grunted, then brought his free hand around you, brining you closer to his side. The rifle now long forgotten, laying beside his feet.

"I'm not weak, pup." he replied.

"No, you're not.." his gaze turned towards you, inspecting your face, as if waiting for any other comment about him.

"But for me you are and always will be.." you smirked, yet again. How could you help yourself? It was just so fun teasing him, knowing you were right, but he'd never admit it to your face, or anyone's.

"Whatever you say."

The silence after that was comforting, just sitting with each other, forgetting about the shitty world around, the crazy deputy and mental, so called 'prophet'.

A memory, from the day you realised your feelings for Jacob, you just knew you'd end up in his crazy family. Good for both of you, that Joseph accepted you, even called you a blessing for his older brother that would save him from the collapse, and together you'd march into Edens Gate. Josephs 'stories from God' always made you roll your eyes.

"Ah, so this must be the Y/N." said Joseph, too cheerfully for you liking, as if he was hiding something beneath that creepy ass smile.

Trying to be nice, you just nodded politely, squeezing Jacobs hand, which he squeezed back for reassurance, that everything would be fine.

"Yep, that's me. And you're Joseph.." then you looked at the other man, in a very expensive, and actually gorgeous coat, who was looking you up and down, like he wanted to ravish you then and there, or murder you in the most painful way, "John,", at that he flashed you a pearly white smile, then your gaze turned to the blissed out, dressed in white, lunatic, who never stopped looking at her 'Father', "Faith."

Joseph ignored the bite in your tone, and just smiled, "What wonderful news, Jacob finally found his soulmate. I knew this would happen, I saw it.. I saw you, saving his from the end, and bringing a new generation with us in Edens Gate."

Jacob choked on his spit, you looked at Joseph as if he'd grown a second head.. "Yeah, okay, I'm sorry, but I think we have to go, I really promised Jacob to train with the judges, sooo yaknow.." before anyone could get another word it, you turned around, Jacobs hand in yours and marched towards the jeep, "Bye!"

Well, that day you didn't really train the judges, not that you even trained them at all, but lets just say, Jacob made the day so much more eventful...

"Honestly, I...I don't know if what he's saying is true, but it brings me a purpose, and a purpose for others." Jacob interrupted your thoughts. His head was up, looking at the clear sky, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

"It's okay to not know, I just hope his actions won't get out of hand, I'd rather my man come home safe and sound in one piece, you know?"

"I always come back to you pup."

You smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face, and taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger to tilt his head towards you. His eyes spoke many unsaid words, yet you already knew everything you wanted and needed to know. Closing the distance, you kissed him softly, caressing his scarred face, making him literally melt underneath your touch, like he's never before. Only you made him weak, only you

________

Part two will be soon!

sorry for errors!

[shalotttower]

Bound

Title: Bound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Summary: It's been two months since you ended up in a bunker with Joseph Seed.

Word count: 1300+

Characters: Joseph Seed x Reader (female)

Notes: Bunker ending, soft (?) yandere Joseph Seed, forced proximity (non-sexual), character study, power imbalance.

What baffles you most is the conviction with which Joseph speaks of his beliefs. As someone who is used to doubt a lot of things and subject them to the most stringent analyses, it's astounding, and not in a good way.

It's not that you think the possibility of a superior, omnipresent, all-seeing being, capable of making miracles and influencing the lives of all men, is something unlikely or impossible. You simply don't think such a deity, if one existed, would waste time granting an individual the unique ability to hear their voice. And if you know something about god after a few years of Catholic school back when you were a kid, is that kidnappings, torture and mass conditioning are not on the list of virtues.

Joseph is eccentric. Even by cult leader standards. And the more he speaks, the more you want to bury your head under the pillow or chew on the bedframe until he stops. The problem is that Joseph doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. He's been talking for about an hour already; a little bit of the Testaments, a whole lot of the Book of Revelation.

Your bed isn't exactly comfortable and the springs dig painfully into the small of your back, but at least it has clean bedsheets. It's the only one in the bunker; there're two more in the medical room, but Joseph is keeping the keys from it somewhere only he knows. Every time the topic of sleeping arrangements comes up, he reiterates over and over, like one of those broken tapes, that you're sharing. "God provides" and "the Voice is benevolent" and the bunker is "prepared for the future family of Eden". You do your best not to think about the latter. The fact that you're stuck with him for the next...how long in fact? Four years, five, six? It's enough alone.

"You're not listening," he says suddenly, startling you.

"I am," you lie.

"You're not."

"I am," you continue, knowing well that you'll never win this argument.

He sighs, like you're a student who refuses to learn despite all his efforts. "What was the last thing I said?"

You shrug, and he sighs again.

"Please, child," he says, placing his book on the bedside table. He always does that, uses the word like it's a term of endearment, not a mark of his condescension. You want to object. You have a name. And you're as far from a child as you could possibly be: a grown woman with a mortgage (which doesn't matter now) and a stable job (that doesn't exist anymore), and friends (you don't know what happened to them). You don't tell him that though. If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that arguing with him is a waste of breath.

"The Flood," you say reluctantly. Joseph nods, satisfied, and you roll your eyes.

He likes monologuing. Back when you were cuffed to the frame, in the very beginning of this mess, he'd sit by your side and quote scripture or recount the events from his life; and you had to listen, because there was nothing else to do. At least now you can walk around, though it still doesn't stop him from pestering you whenever he pleases. There isn't a single spot where you could be completely alone — he hovers behind you like a shadow wherever you go. Sometimes it feels like Joseph Seed is everywhere: in every crevice of the bunker; on each surface; seeping through cracks; crawling up your skin, unavoidable, suffocating.

You wonder what will happen first — you going insane or the nuclear winter ceasing outside. Or maybe Joseph will run out of his formidable patience and finally snap your neck. You doubt the latter though. Joseph Seed seems unfazed by everything: insults, threats, pleas, curses, silence. He strokes your hair when you're not on your best days or holds your hands while walking down to the kitchen area, like he genuinely cares about you, or believes that he does. His hands are calloused and stronger than they look, much stronger, in fact; they hold you firmly by arms to keep you still when you try to wriggle out of his embrace during the night, and they also tighten painfully on your wrist whenever you attempt to leave his lectures before he allows you.

"Are you done?" You ask, interrupting Joseph mid-sentence. "I need to pee."

He pauses, looking at you for another minute before closing his book. That's something he does too during these sessions: makes you wait until he grants permission for even the most basic things like relieving yourself.

"Yes," he answers after a prolonged moment of contemplation. "It doesn't look like you're paying attention anyway."

You stand up, ignoring this comment. Joseph follows you with his gaze as you cross the room and disappear behind the door. You wish the bathroom had a lock at least — there's none, he says that seclusion breeds danger, probably cautious of suicide attempts. He has decency not to follow you in though. At least in that regard, Joseph respects your privacy, even though the concept is probably foreign to him.

You despise it so damn much: his presence, his touch, your forced proximity and those cold, piercing blue eyes. Joseph Seed unsettles you on a deep level — there's something fundamentally off about him, something you can't put your finger on from the start, but it's there, in the way he stares without blinking; in how calm and collected he remains even when you scream and kick when he just can't fucking get it and give you a moment to breathe. Joseph is unnerving, and his voice...his goddamn voice now haunts you whenever you're not with him, even here, in the bathroom.

And you think Joseph knows it. Of course, he does. It's written on your face, clear as day. He is perceptive like that, observant like few other people you know. But it doesn't deter him. He sees through the wariness that permeates your whole being, straight to your heart where he's nestled comfortably already, making himself a permanent fixture. Joseph Seed isn't going anywhere. You're both stuck here together until the very end of it.

You wash your hands afterward and glance at your reflection in the mirror above the sink. A pale face greets you in response — it hasn't seen sunlight for almost two months. Your skin feels dry no matter how many times you massage the ointment Joseph brought from the storage in it. There are bags under your eyes too. You wish he didn't care at all. Just let you be.

"Are you hungry?" Joseph asks, when you step out of the bathroom. You shake your head; there're some food leftovers from lunch, but you aren't in the mood for eating. He frowns slightly. "Child..."

"Don't call me that," you snap. You're tired of it, and feel like the period which has been absent during the first month will soon catch up on you. "I have a name."

"I am aware," he answers slowly. Joseph tilts his head to the side, considering you for a minute or two. Then, with measured steps like one would come to a frightened animal, he approaches and reaches out with his hand. The touch is soft, careful; it sends shivers down your spine and you try to retreat, Joseph catches you with ease, pulling you closer. His arm wraps around your waist in a gesture that's supposed to be soothing. Well, it's not. You struggle to get free, but he is stronger, despite his lean build.

"Let go," you protest weakly. Joseph hushes you and puts his chin on top of your head. You don't want him so close, it also frightens you how fast his touch grows familiar, as well as this sense of false security. Like he's putting a blanket over your eyes. His hand stokes your back, up, down, repeat.

"God sends us trials," he murmurs into the top of your head. "We must endure them. And I'll be here to help you bear this burden."

You want to gag, but swallow instead.

"I'll make some soup," Joseph adds after another moment of prolonged silence. He lets you go finally and retreats to the kitchen area with unhurried steps.

[donat-senpai]

Anyone else into Far Cry 5 x reader (yandere fc5)? I'd like to hear ideas. If there are still people here lol

[haunt3dh3art]

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

[seedofjoseph]

On the nights that the Father allows you to step inside of his hut, you allow yourself to crawl out of your shell.

‘Let me see you, child,’ he orders you to take off the mask and watches you strip yourself before him. ‘Let me feel you,’ he becons you as he reaches out his warm hands towards your burning cheeks and your whole body quakes at first contact. ‘Let me touch you,’ he demands as he draws your face closer to his and pushes you down into the fur pelts.

On the nights that the Father invites you into his hut, you barge into his chest and lock yourself between his arms.

‘Let me hear you,’ he licks his chapped lips, his tongues having just escaped yours after you tried to suck it in whole. ‘Let me hear it,’ he breathes into your mouth as it widens with a whine. ‘Speak to me, child.’

Only on the nights that he takes you inside his hut and you take him inside of yourself, do the words you swords off leave you.

‘Father,’ you choke out of your sore throat. ‘Father,’ you smother yourself into the crook of his neck, your wet cheek chaffing against his corse beard. ‘Father,’ you sink your teeth into the dry skin of his shoulder as he buries between your wet thighs.

The morning after, the Father would make you beg for forgiveness, make you atone for the envy that made your teeth itch to mark him for all his other children to see. The morning after, you’ll swallow your words, hide your face and walk behind him like a shadow.

Only on the nights you’re inside the Father’s hut do you get to be heard and have your prayers answered.

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Idk if you've gotten this ask before, but I was wondering if you could possibly do the seeds with a trans male reader (non deputy if that's ok) who's pre op and dealing with general dysphoria?

I haven't gotten an ask like this yet and I absolutely can! I decided to do small headcanons and short snippet-fics for each of them, hope that format's okay! <3

Firstly If you wear binders he is ready to buy you every brand of binder on the market until you find one you like and when you do he'll fill your closet with as many as you want in every colour available.

If binders don't work for you then he's getting you clothes custom fitted to help give you a flatter look and a billion jackets/hoodies that are stylish as well as Big.

John understands the importance of the Comfort Hoodie and will always have a spare in his car or stashed somewhere in case you go somewhere without one and get hit with a sudden wave of dysphoria.

He will be over the moon if you steal a pair of his boxers, he'll get you your own but seeing you wear his drives him insane.

If you have bottom dysphoria he'll get you as many packers as you want/need, he's got the cash he's gonna use it to help you be as comfortable as possible.

If it's just a particularly bad day he'll cancel all his meetings and other obligations to cuddle and help you through it.

He will have all your comfort movies at the ready, your favourite snacks and drinks lined up and he'll bathe you in loving reassurance until he loses his voice.

John adores you and your body and he'll remind you of that and that he'll love you and your body no matter what point in your transition you're at. 

John's number one priority is making sure you're feeling as okay as possible during these moments so if you need more physical affection he will stick to you like glue.

If you need some physical distance you will be wrapped in a blanket burrito and he'll relent to just giving you cheek kisses and playing with your hair.

If you need some words of affirmation he's got that covered too, you are his gorgeous boyfriend and he wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone in the world!

If you voice some insecurities you have John will be ready to dismantle each one of them and though he can't make them vanish he can do his best to give you sweet affirmations and reminders.

He will also just listen if that's what you want but he's got a million different ways to tell you how perfect you are and comfort you about anything he can't actively help with.

That said I am a firm believer he would offer to pay for any surgeries you may want in the future and if you're scared of surgery he would assure you he'd only get the best surgeon and find a way to be there with you. (John paying off the hospital to be in the room during the surgery? it's more likely than you think.)

Overall John is very big on comfort and assurance and making sure you feel loved and desired when you're not feeling your best.

You bury yourself further into the quilt John had brought down from the bedroom, the cold weather allowing the surplus of fabric covering you to be rather cosy and comfortable. That was about the only thing that was comfortable right now, your mind buzzing and stomach churning with discomfort as you tried to disappear into the plush leather couch. You knew the moment you woke up today was going to be rough, you'd avoided the bathroom mirror at all costs and piled on your comfort clothes one after the other.

You tried to focus on the movie John had put on for you, one of your favourites playing on the screen of the old tv you'd convinced him to get. Despite the project's outlook on technology John prioritised your wants and needs to an extent, an old shitty tv and dvd player surely wouldn't hurt anyone. Everything on the screen was bleary, you could barely focus on anything going on. You close your eyes, brows furrowing as that ever present dreadful feeling weighs you down into the cushions. This sucked, it sucked a lot.

"Did I miss anything?"

John's familiar cadence dances through the air, cutting through the static that had been clogging your eardrums and you shake your head gently, keeping your eyes closed. You hear the sound of him placing your mugs on the coffee table before feeling a gentle pressure on your forehead; John's lips pressed against your skin

"How are you feeling my darling boy? Any better?" He murmurs just as gently, resting his forehead against yours and caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You blink open your eyes to see he was kneeling in front of you, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the table behind him. It's such a small thing, but paired with the way he called off all his plans for the day and the way he'd been taking care of you all morning the gesture makes your heart melt. You finally meet his adoring gaze and feel a small bit of the heaviness lift off your chest.

"Not really." You answer honestly, worming your hand out of the bundle of fabric to grab John's hand and press a small kiss to his palm.

"I really appreciate you trying to help though." You mutter and nuzzle your cheek against his palm as you offer your gratitude for his actions, a small smile gracing your face as his becomes almost lovestruck.

"Anything for you love, let me know if you need anything at all." He presses another kiss to your forehead and you lightly tug him forward.

"Cuddles would be nice."

As soon as the words leave your mouth John is standing and maneuvering himself under the quilt with you, his lean form curling around you and his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him. You try to focus on the warmth his body provides and the sweet kisses he presses against your neck and shoulder and nothing else. You place your hands over his, letting him intertwine your fingers together and smiling as he gently runs his thumb over your knuckles.

"Thank you for staying home with me, I know you've been super busy lately." You say as you play with his hand idly, the closeness offering a small bit of comfort. Feeling John's heartbeat against your back felt grounding and you really appreciated it.

"Never too busy for you darling, I'd choose being home with you over everything else, you know that." He hums, pressing a kiss behind your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"I do. Still, thank you." You repeat the sentiment and John chuckles, squeezing your hand gently.

"Of course."

Faith's first solution always involves offering to give you a small hit of bliss, can't feel dysphoric when you're high and hallucinating I guess?

If that doesn't sound like a bad idea she will take super close care of you while you're blissed, I imagine you'd mostly just cuddle the entire time while she plays with your hair and peppers your face in kisses.

If you are not a fan of that idea no problem, she will offer lots of physical and verbal affection and other ideas!

She'll happily ditch her duties to spend the day to dot on you (as well using it as an excuse to relax and spend time with her favourite person; you).

Faith is a little more laid back when it comes to affection and reassuring you, she doesn't lay it on as thick as John but she lets you know she's there for you and ready to do whatever you need.

She goes more for the distraction approach, taking your mind off of it one way or another. 

She'd suggest a few things; making out, going for a picnic, going with her to check bliss and angel production, etc.

She's content staying home and giving you her sole attention but if getting you out of the house and doing something else helps she's happy to do that!

She has a million nicknames for you as it is but she'll pull out all the complimentary and gender affirming ones, as well as giving you a thousand more kisses than usual.

If you feel comfortable sharing any of your insecurities that come with your dysphoria she'll do her best to remedy what causes them as much as possible (the ones she's able to anyway).

She'll convince John buying you binders/packers will help with project productivity and sneakily get you anything else you need.

She has one old oversized hoodie she used to wear a lot and she will give it to you if you want it, it smells like gingerbread and weed but it's cosy!

On that note she still makes great weed brownies and it's an alternative to bliss she will also offer to make lol.

Above all else she will listen if you need to vent and hold you if you need to get any frustration tears out, she understands it can get overwhelming and she makes sure she's there for you as long as you need.

I also hc Faith may be a teeny bit nonbinary perhaps so she'd have a better grasp on it than the boys do and wouldn't need as much explanation on it from the get go.

Faith swings your intertwined hands between you as you walk, humming a happy tune as you both make your way up the grassy hill. You try to match her energy, smiling whenever she looks over at you, but she can tell your hearts not really in it. It's hard to shake the discomfort stiffening all your joints, making every movement robotic and difficult. You were layered up, more than necessary for the current weather, Faith's old ratty hoodie peeking out underneath your jacket. 

In your free hand is a small picnic basket, where Faith got it from you didn't know and you didn't bother asking. You'd had fun preparing snacks for you both to bring on this impromptu picnic, admittedly you'd been ready to lay in bed and be a formless slug all day but the fresh air was nice. And as you reach the top of the hill you note the view of The Henbane River was beautiful too, definitely worth the small trek here.

Faith lets go of your hand, giddily bouncing to your other side to steal the checkered blanket from the basket. You smile as she twirls around, the blanket soaring through the air with the swing of her arms and landing on the grass somewhat neatly. After fixing the corners Faith excitedly pats the red and white fabric, looking up at you with shining eyes. You sit down next to her, almost dropping the basket as she leaps onto you and steals a messy kiss.

You chuckle against her lips, laughing as she peppers a few more kisses to your face before cuddling up to your side and pulling the basket closer.

"Okay one very cute heart shaped brownie for my very cute boyfriend—and one for me!" Faith sings happily, handing you one of the chocolate treats before taking a bite of her own. She hums in delight, resting her head on your shoulder as she savors the sweetness. You take a smaller bite of your own, it was good and the fact you and Faith had made them together made it even more satisfying.

This was a nice distraction, it didn't completely take your mind off of the negative fog clouding your mind but it was better than nothing. You felt better than you had earlier, the outfit change and flurry of compliments from Faith boosting your mood a little bit. You appreciated her taking the time to do this with you, especially ditching work half way through. You knew she hated leaving things unfinished but once she saw you she'd thrown everything down and given you her sole attention. 

"We should've brought whip cream." Faith muses, taking another appreciative bite of her brownie. You chuckle and lean your head against hers, looking out over the hill and shimmering water below.

"There's always next time."

"Mm, oh! Next time we should do it at night, near the waterfall you took me to that one time." Faith suggests, a small sparkle to her eye as she lifts her head to meet your eyes. The thought is cute, it would be kind of romantic. If you ignore all the bugs that come out of the woodwork at night anyway.

"Sure, sounds like fun." You smile, mind drifting to that very waterfall and the mental image of Faith stripping and diving into the cold water. You wouldn't mind seeing that again.

"Good, it's a date loverboy." Faith grins and you roll your eyes gently at the pet name, smiling as Faith giggles and pulls you into another kiss.

Jacob may be the oldest and not be super well versed in the gender area but he doesn't need to be to take care of you when you're feeling dysphoric!

If there's any outward force affecting your dysphoria and he can control it in any way he will eliminate whatever it is, no questions asked.

He'll lend you any of his shirts or jackets if you think that'd help, he's not as ready to ditch work so he'll try to minimise your discomfort until he's done.

He's not big on nicknames aside from a stray one here and there but he'll toss a "c'mere handsome," out and hold an arm out to you if he notices you caging in on yourself.

He'll hold you close and press a kiss to your temple every now and then, he's not a verbally comfort you kinda guy so it's the best he can do.

He might try to give you some small tasks if he thinks that'll distract you but if you don't want to be around any of the other project members he'll ask you to read any letters from his siblings that he procrastinates getting to himself.

Once you're both home and alone he'll either walk you both straight to bed or see if a shower is welcomed (Most of the time the last thing you want is to be naked when dysphoric but having Jacob tenderly run his hands down your body with the sole intent to take care of you could be really healing if you're comfy with that).

When you're in bed he'll hold you to his chest and it'll feel like you're cuddled up to a giant teddy bear, he'll listen if you need to talk it out or just hold you while you stay silent.

I hc 'I love you' is a tough thing for Jacob to say so depending on how bad he can tell it is this time around he'll mumble, "You're my boy," or "I got you," into your hair as he rubs comforting circles into your back.

You might have to be more direct with Jacob if you need anything specific from him, like specific reassurances or anything like that he'll need a lil nudge.

When he does give verbal reassurance though you can be sure he means every word he says, he doesn't repeat himself so it's very firm quick reassurances followed by prolonged physical contact.

Cuddling with judges may not help with your dysphoria but it may cheer you up and he has three that he keeps at the centre and they'd all love you so. Yanno.

(He'd also be happy to let you steal some of his boxers, he basically doesn't mind sharing everything with you. He definitely won't say no to seeing you in his camo boxers.)

You watched Jacob's sturdy back with a wavering gaze, your fingers digging into your biceps as you sat on the bed tucked away in the corner of his office. You'd come in a few minutes prior, not giving Jacob more than a kiss to his scarred cheek before bee-lining for the bed. You'd wanted to fall into his arms and be held like nothing else but you also didn't want to get in the way of his work. You know he didn't like being distracted, even though he reminded you gruffly once you were always a welcomed one.

You shift your gaze to your shoes, hiding half of your face behind your knees. You were upset, the sudden wave of discomfort and the constant itch under your skin coming out of nowhere and sending you into a small spiral. Luckily Jacob's chosen had been none the wiser and you'd been able to slip away without much hassle. You really wanted to go home and hide under a thousand layers of blankets but you also didn't really want to be alone. 

"I'm almost done here, you good to leave soon?" 

At the sound of Jacob's voice you lift your head, he was still facing away, looking down at some blueprints and shuffling through paperwork.

"Yeah, ready when you are." You reply, trying not to sound too eager as you rest your chin on your jeans. Jacob glances back at you, as if hearing something in your tone you hadn't yourself noticed and you feel bear under his gaze. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made you feel seen. His blue eyes were always so calculated, like he was breaking down battle plans every second. But right now they were soft, gentle.

"C'mere," He makes a small motion with his head, beckoning you over with an outstretched arm. You feel almost embarrassed that he clocked you so quickly, but also so thankful that he did. You slide off the bed and walk over to him, ducking under his arm and wrapping your arms around his waist. Jacob holds you to his chest and presses a kiss to your hair as you lay your head against his collar bone. 

Being in his arms helps, you feel some of the tension leave your shoulders and you melt against him, closing your eyes and listening to the steady thrum of his heart. You can hear Jacob shuffling through the paperwork again, the hand on your shoulder rubbing mindless circles that soothe you. He doesn't say anything else, just holds you close while finishing up his work. You don't mind, you didn't want to have to explain your sudden mood shift right now anyway. 

Not that you'd need to, this had happened enough times Jacob could figure it out on his own. You appreciated the silent understanding, it was refreshing like most things in your relationship. Jacob lightly squeezes your shoulder when it's time to go and you reluctantly let him go, his arm slips off your shoulders but his hand stops to catch your chin.

"Anyone I gotta take care of before we go?" The question is simple, the meaning clear and you can't help but smile at his usual protectiveness shining through his tough exterior. He really was sweet on you.

"Nah, just my head." You assure him, grabbing his wrist gently and tracing the scarred skin gently. He holds your gaze for a second before leaning forward to press a firm kiss to your lips. It's greatly appreciated and you melt into him, resting your hands on his chest. You lean forward as he leans back, chasing his lips and pouting as he steps out of your reach. 

"Hold that thought." He smirks and you roll your eyes, walking to the doors of his office to wait for him. You would, and you expected him to pick it up when you got home.

King of body worship and praise coming through, he will be the one to notice you're not feeling great the fastest.

If you shy away from his touch or your body language is more closed than usual he'll take you somewhere private before asking you what's wrong and what he can do to help.

He has a better time wrapping his head around dysphoria than Jacob but he obviously can't understand the intricacies of it fully. He tries his best and always treats the subject with utmost respect.

I figure after a while he'll have a plan for how to go about your dysphoria, firstly getting you away from any crowds and into more comfortable clothes.

He sees you as his number one priority besides the project so if he takes a day off to dot on you no harm is done, everyone understands you come first to him.

On that note everyone in the project is very respectful of you as well, being Joseph's partner makes you like The Father 2 so they hold you on a similar pedestal.

Joseph will spend the entire day bathing you in love, affection, reassurance and comfort. He barely ever leaves your side and if he does it's to get you something or allow you to do whatever you need to do.

He'll cradle your face in his hands and gaze at you with the most loving look on his face, muttering about how lucky he is that god gifted you to him and that he has the privilege to be the one to comfort you in these moments.

Unlike Faith he doesn't have to be sneaky about asking John to buy you any binders/packers, you're family and he expects everyone to value your comfort as much as his or their own.

I hc he has a phobia of hospitals now due to his past and he'll be wary of surgery but he'll fully support you if that's in your future plans, because he might be scared but you being able to take that step to be happier in your body is more important.

Also if you'll allow him he'll appreciate/worship every inch of you from head to toe, with his tender caresses, soft kisses, gentle words murmured against your skin; anything to let you know your body is worthy of all that love and appreciation.

He's probably the best for verbal comfort, he somehow knows just the right things to say and always reminds you your body and soul are so precious and he'll be with you until they align how you need them too and long after that as well. He is on this journey with you!

And of course any of your insecurities are going to be met with reassurances and any comfort he can provide, if you cry he'll wipe away your tears and hold you as close to him as humanly possible.

He hates seeing you in any kind of pain so he'll try his best to keep your mind off of it and your mood relatively level if he can.

As soon as you step through the door Joseph pulls you into a tight hug, all the tension and frustration bubbles over and you let your tears fall freely against his shirt. You cling to the white fabric and he shushes you gently, cooing a string of comforting words into your hair as he rubs small circles into your back and rocks you both gently. The day had started off so great, you'd helped Joseph prepare for his morning sermon and sat off to the side with Faith during it. Watching your boyfriend give his passionate speech with nothing but love flowing through you.

Then as you were seeing people off you caught sight of yourself in a car window and felt your mood drop instantly. The button up you chose to wear was a bit more form fitting than you'd realised in your rush out the door and even if it was barely noticeable you noticed. You felt yourself shrivel in on yourself and had stayed hidden away behind Joseph for the rest of the goodbyes.

Joseph had noticed immediately your change in posture and attitude, using his frame as a shield as you offered more timid smiles to the project members who addressed you. He finished up as quickly as he could, asking John to take care of everything else as he walked you to his car.

Now here you were, clinging to him as you sobbed into his shoulder. You didn't know why it had affected you so much but it had and you wanted to crawl back into bed and hide away. You feel one of Joseph's hands lift up to cradle the back of your neck, lips pressing against your forehead as he continues to sway you gently.

"You're alright my sweet boy, i'm right here," Josephs coos gently, the words melting into your skin comfortingly. You try to take deep breaths, focusing on his words and his soothing voice other than the thoughts swirling in your head. Slowly you calm down enough to stop crying, when lift your head you feel a tad guilty over the wet patch on Joseph's shirt. He's completely unbothered by it though, more concerned about wiping the tears off of your cheeks and cradling your face in his hands.

"I'm sorry." you croak out weakly, Joseph quickly shaking his head and resting his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to apologise for my dear, i'm here if you want to talk about it. We can wash your face and get dressed into something more comfortable first if you'd like?" He suggests and you nod feebly, holding onto his forearms for stability. The crying left you feeling exhausted and you let Joseph guide you to the bathroom, appreciating that he kept a soothing hand on your back as you avoided looking at the mirror and washed your face.

When you get to the bedroom Joseph heads to the dresser and pulls out the baggy clothes you always default too on bad days. Despite the mood drop you feel your heart swell as he dutifully arranges them on the bed for you, his blue eyes full of nothing but care as they focus on you once again. He steps back over to you and you fall into his arms, tucking your head under his chin and closing your eyes. You were thankful you'd found Joseph, in these small moments more than ever.

[farcry5seedfamily]

Ok, I've played Arcade Mode and I like to have fun with the Seed brothers and the way they look for me, it's fun to play cat and mouse with them. . .

Jacob Seed: Where's my little pup? *Searching The Deputy*

Deputy: watch your back soldier *Preparing to attack*