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Hand In Hand, Body Against Body, Soul Within Soul (Chapter III FINAL)

Title: Hand In Hand, Body Against Body, Soul Within Soul

Series: Welcoming The Bride

Verse: Far Cry 5

Characters/Pairings: Joseph Seed/ Reader, John Seed, Jacob Seed, Faith Seed

Rating: E for Explicit

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Worship Kink, Breeding Kink, Joseph being a sweetheart, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex.

Word Count: 4001

Summary: The Father finally has someone to call his own, and he will make sure to show them just how much he loves them.

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22995019/chapters/55549855

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He had the door open with the side of his body in moments, lips connecting once more with the woman's own in a heated moment of need. Polished leather kicks back the cedar door with a soft thud and arms aiding as he brings the woman down onto the full sized bed against the wall. His lips separate to look down at the other, reddened cheeks with smeared lipstick. A picture of perfection beneath his body. Oh how he adored his darling angel. Slowly lace covered arms trail up to rest around his neck, pulling the Fathers form closer to loom above her own. “Joseph-” He shushed her, fingers gently brushing along her cheek down to the sinful curve of her neck, tracing the way it dips down to her collarbones, tracing every line and curve that enticed him to fall within sin just for his angel...his only angel. “My darling child, my sweet caring angel, you know what I would prefer to hear from those darling lips of yours. So plump, so perfect. Say it like a prayer, my love.”

“Father.”

His eyes fluttered, such a term falling from those plump lips sending his body to shiver. Each nerve sings in such perfect delight, tongue wetting his lips and body pressing down against the woman's own. Slowly her legs wrapped around the others waist, the fabric of the wedding dress separating their bodies, far worse with his dress pants pressing against the tulle and ruffled dress bottom. A soft groan leaves his lips when he grins, but it’s no help to alleviate the tension pressing against the fly of his pants. “My angel speaks words as if they are the words of the lord speaking from above.” he brings her up to sit upon his lap, fingers numbly working at the zipper on the back of the others dress. Slowly he drags the metal bit down, lips moving from her jawline down to every inch of exposed skin he can reach. Each kiss is like a whisper, a promise for more and the woman resting on his lap could only wait with a shiver up her spine. The softest of nips are given to her collarbone, tongue lavishing the reddened mark before suckling an even darker mark on the woman's skin. The noise that flowed from her lips has him freezing, eyes closing as he savored the sweet whine that draws him closer and closer, grinding against her body further.

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." As stated by Peter. Love, my darling angel, is above any sin. It is above even the sin of lust and has been what I have clinged to so I may never take you before tonight.” His hands bring the layers of tulle and whitened fabric in a slow drag up along the woman’s thighs, fingers slowly easing to play at the soft flesh of the inner thigh. Her gasp has him smirking up, slowly easing himself down the bed until he’s off the edge and has her legs over his shoulders pushing the fabric up until it rests at her hips. She squirmed when his hot breath fanned over the thin fabric, soaked with her juices and ready to be lapped at. “The moment I laid eyes upon you, I wanted you. I wanted your mind, your soul…” He paused, delivering a kiss to her inner thigh. “Your body. The times I’ve held back...so many sermons that could have been interrupted. So many times when you look at me with those eyes.” He lets out a shaky breath when her gaze meets his own. “Those exact eyes.” Slowly Joseph kissed over her clothed mound, tongue brushing up over her covered folds and eliciting the sweetest of noises from her lips. “May I?” The softness of his voice, the way his eyes shift from the lust blown gaze to the sweetness that had drawn her into his life in the first place. “Yes, Father.”

His smile was sweet, fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties and bringing them off. They go over his shoulder, landing on the floor before he pulls the woman close. The first brush of his beard against her thigh left her shivering, the next getting the softest of moans and the third brushing near her rear when his tongue is darting out to go from her entrance to the bundle of nerves that needed his attention. The man ate her out like a man dying of thirst, tongue lapping at any trace of wetness leaving her before focusing on the bundle again. His eyes locked with her own during each brush of his tongue, the way her fingers tangled in his hair and nails scratched at his scalp eliciting a low moan. “The waters of the garden of Eden, my darling angel...You taste so wonderful.” He pulled away to kiss at her thighs, giving a moment of rest to the woman who looked on with desperation. “Father, please. I..I need you.”

“Patience, (First name). This will be a night to remember.” He whispered softly against her skin, giving the lightest of nips to her skin. Soon he’s trailing his kisses back to her core, taking the bundle back between his lips, and he gives in. He’s suckling and lavishing with his tongue, reciting every sermon he’s ever told to her with his sinful appendage before her back is starting to arch and she's nearly spilling onto his tongue. He pulled away, chuckling at the look of frustration in her gaze, savoring just how she gave a pleading whimper and how her lip trembled. “Joseph...I’m begging you.” His name caught him off guard, making him finally break down and give the woman just what she needed. Soon he was drinking her sweet waters of Eden, lavishing her core with licks and feeling each tremble of her thighs when she began to grow sensitive. She was panting, fingers tightly encasing his hair that fell loose from the band holding it back and the other clutching the sheet to near tathers. He pulled away, slick decorating his chin and beard, making the man look almost like the devil himself when he cleaned his lips of her juices. He eased back up, lips brushing against her own before allowing herself to taste just what he tasted. Each brush of his tongue against her own drew the most sinful of noises, his angel who fell and greeted him with open embrace into her world being a succubus in his arms. He needed her, but tonight wasn’t just about sex, it wasn’t just about carnel desires. The Father insisted on patience because any night he could fuck her from now on...But tonight was about learning, about making love.

The kiss was broken when his forehead moved to rest against her own, watching those delicate eyes flutter and shine brightly with a look he had grown accustomed to when he almost fell into sin. The very look that made him want to bend her over his podium and take her there before the church, for his followers to know just who she belonged to The Father was possessive to say the least, but his sweetness always had a way of hiding such. The times she spoke his name, his title...the times her lip trembled when he was too close to possibly bare and he couldn’t help but steal those lips in the sweetest senses of locks. Those eyes...dilated and still getting away from the clouded shades that fell over them when her orgasm had begun to recede...He couldn’t quite help himself anymore. “Allow me to rid you of the rest of your clothes, my angel.” He was blushing in the faintest of senses, already having drunk from her honey pot and seen exposed skin from her collarbone up, but he needed her laying before him exposed, he needed that body that he yearned for to be claimed as his own. The curt nod that followed led to a faint chuckle from his part, savoring the way she couldn’t quite speak up just yet. He is slow to pull the dress that had bunched at her waist down until it met the old wooden floors beneath the bed, the fabric landing with a quiet and dull thud. All that was left is the bra covering the peaks he wished to bury his face away in and suffocate from. The moment he has her back lifted and the garment off, his eyes take in everything that is now his. Every inch of exposed skin, every soft feature. Each divot, each blemish that had her skin seeming even more unique than anyone he has ever had beneath him. He can see her growing blush when his blue gaze landed on her features, see her thoughts begin and he knows he needs to silence them as quickly as possible. The moment her hands come up to cover what she deems as imperfections, his own are stopping them, kissing at her knuckles with a gentle gaze.

“There’s no need to be shy, my darling. You’re beautiful, a monument to be worshiped.” He accented each word with a peck to each individual knuckle, letting his hands bring her own to rest at the sides of her head. He keeps them pinned for a brief moment, smiles soft and sweet. “I want to remember every detail of your body, every inch, every crevice. Your body is the definition of heaven itself, my child. I believe I’ve found Eden’s Gate.” His words make her shiver, blush spreading to her neck and tips of her eyes. The man spoke so sweetly and yet she had nothing to retort with since he was still fully clothed. His hands remove from her own to trail kisses along her skin, delivering special attention to her breast. He suckled and nipped, leaving the faintest of marks along the plump flesh before taking her rosy bud between his lips. The way his tongue lavished it and paid attention to how her body arched and pressed up as close to his own as possible, he knew he was doing this right. He knew he was learning how to play every string of her delicate body to bring her deeper into the pleasure only he could give. No one else could make her feel this way...At least that’s what Joseph reminded himself of. “J-Jo...Father...Please let me undress you..I want to see your body.” He paused when she choked out a soft “I want to see what is now mine”. He swallowed thickly, control faltering due to those simple eight words. Those eight words that made his heart hammer and pants scream to be removed. He moved to the end of the bed, standing before her off to the side and watching as she rose with grace. Neither of them were innocent with past touches, groping and feeling but never touching flesh they had so yearned for. He had his taste tonight, but she wanted her own.

Her fingers work numbly to remove his suit jacket, lips softly tracing his jaw and neck as she did such. The jacket falls to the floor, joining the dress that had been discarded from before. Each button was popped out of place, tedious in the work, but each kiss had the man's fist tightening at his side, restraining himself from simply pulling himself from the fly of his pants and easing into her welcoming heat. No, he needed to hold back, to allow her to admire him as he has admired her. It was only fair, and Joseph prided himself on being fair for the angel before him..Though her title would change by the end of the night if he had his way, which indeed he would, because she was his and he was hers. The moment his chest is against her own, he has her pulled close, those lips against her ear in a soft rasp and voice teetering with each breath. “Your skin is so hot, (First name). So warm and welcoming. I never want to leave your embrace.” He rested his head on her shoulder when her fingers worked on his belt, a soft noise fluttering from his lips when her fingers brushed his weeping erection, the stick of hot flesh begging for attention Oh how long he’s ignored it until he was alone and left to his own visions, his own thoughts. Nights of laying in bed playing away to the mental image of her voice encouraging him, the idea of what her walls would feel like clamping down around him. He damn near purred when his boxers were joined of the floor, his shoes toed off after they met the wooden texture and his body was left bare before her own. She looked on with admiration, tracing each tattoo and scared word left on his body like a memento for the man he has become. She’s traced them before, but never in such an intimate moment as to press her body flush and feel the inked skin against her own bare flesh. Each brush against his skin has his heart slamming against his ribs, had his hands coming up to trace her curves and feel each and every shiver that followed when her hands began to trail lower.

She takes him in hand, his gasp filling the room due to the sudden feeling of her soft flesh clutching his own throbbing shaft. The way she traced along the prominent vein and how her thumb brushed against the tip. He was putty in her hands. It was one thing to use his own hand to pleasure himself, to think of all the dirty acts he would perform with her, but to actually be feeling them, to have her there in person...He savored every moment of it. “Angel.” His voice comes out in a whisper when she sinks down to her knees, a hand slowly placing on top of her head and fingers tangling within her hair. Slow intricate patterns drawn over his needy cock, the tip red with need and already leaking pre-cum due to the vents that have transpired as far. The vein that was prominent against her fingers pulsing with each brush of soft fingertips, weeping tip spilling just a bit more when her thumb brushed over it, his shaky breath falling out into the air. He damn near whimpered when she used to to slick up his cock, hand gently holding the base. “You can hold it tighter, angel. I won’t break.” He whispered softly, earning the softest of laughs from her seated form, his smile growing when she looked up with that honey sweet smile of her own and gave his tip a gentle kiss.

His eyes kept locked with her own when she takes the tip between her lips, humming his approval, as if to say ‘keep going’ to her when she lavishes that area. When she didn’t move further down, he gave a pleading look. “Patience.” She teased, making the man grip her hair just a small bit tighter, licking his lips when she finally took him in mouth and began to sink down. There was no way she could fit him down her throat, not when she hasn’t had time to adjust to his size and length. The slow pull back of her head by her hair made her swat his wrist, as if demanding for her to do this on her own. The Father sighed at such, reminding himself of her mock about patience. Patience was a virtue after all, and they required it to truly savor the moment. Why rush something that was so good already? “Fuck.” A curse fell from his lips, startling the other when she sank until he was just at the beginning of her throat, never having heard the man use such language. But then again, this was a lewd act, and certainly he wasn't a virgin to such words. He was the brother of John and Jacob Seed after all and God only knows those two haven’t followed his path in holding back their carnal desires. “(First name), don’t strain- Oh dear God...Oh fuck.” He swallowed thickly when she withdrew, taking him back to where she had reached before in the matter of seconds. The slow, deliberate trace of her tongue on the underside of his cock had his knees buckling lightly, her hands steadying him by clutching his hips in a firm grasp. The next few times she did the motion developed more noises from deep within his chest, soon having them bubble up with a number of curses when her pace increased. He had to pull her head back, knowing he would sink down her throat and choke her with himself until she’s gagging or blue in the face. The look of worry within her gaze is chased away by soothing fingers running through her delicate locks, trailing cup to cup her chin. “You make it so hard to control myself, angel. So very hard not to take you in a way no one else can. To make you and let others know that you are mine, the Fathers.” He brings her to her feet, lips meeting her own and he can taste his own flavor on her tongue. Sweaty, his musk flavoring her tongue like her honeydew waters decorated his own. No one would ever be able to taste those waters but him, not anymore.

“Bed.” He whispered against her ear, easing her back to lay and get comfortable for what they both knew was coming. “Spread.” Her legs are pushed back near her stomach, spread open by her hands looping beneath her knees. He hummed in approval at her motions, delivering a delicate kiss to each of her knees before offering his fingers to her lips. The moment they’re in her mouth, her tongue is lavishing each digit, making sure they’re nice and wet for what he’s preparing to do to her. When his fingers retreated, he began to speak softly in prayer, a single wet digit tracing her wet entrance before easing in slowly, moving in a slow pace. “Calm the need in me that makes unwise choices. Sooth the soreness in my soul that makes me crave love. Restore my faith in love and divine timing. Bring true love to me, in the right time, for the right reasons.” A second joined and he began a scissoring motion, watching her features for any hint of discomfort from his part. Each light noise encouraged him, his free hand reaching up to trace his fingers along her cheek in a loving motion. “Soon we will be joined as one, my darling (First name) Seed...Hand in hand, body against body...and soul within soul.” The third was a bit uncomfortable, making her wince and his fingers stop briefly. He gave a reassuring look, a promise that he means no pain to her body. Once it was deemed that she was ready, he replaced the hands holding her legs spread from under the knee with his own, pulling her close to his body.

“Joseph...Hold me.” She whispered when he lined up with her entrance, and so he leaned over her, fingers intertwining with her own after he lets one of her legs go, holding her hand when he pushed within her. He wasn’t quite ready for the tightness he was met with, even after he had stretched her, groaning against her skin when he sank inch after inch within. Her fingers clutch his own, tight when the stretch became just a bit too uncomfortable. She’s no virgin to this, she’s had men before, but having waited so long without a partner...just for him...She knew it would hurt. He paused when he saw her discomfort, meeting her lips in a gentle brush, stopping all movements despite the welcoming heat and tightness coaxing him to sink further. “Tell me when you’re ready or if you want me to stop. I won’t be offended if you want me to stop...Your comfort is of the utmost importance.” The sweet smile meeting his features despite the lust blow pools of blue keeping connected with her own was reassuring, and after a moment and a shift of her hips, she welcomed him to sink further. After a few more pushes into her hot cavern, he was seated fully and moaning out at the heat that enveloped him. “Fuck.” He hissed against her skin, pulling his head away to allow her a bit of breathing room. The first withdrawal was uncomfortable, the stretch not quite adjusted yet, but the push in drawing a low mewl from her. Each low noise began to grow in volume the moment she was well enough to adjust to the steady pace, his hand still clutching her own and forehead resting against her heated skin. The light creak of the bed beneath him only spurred his motions on, the noises falling from her lips pure music to his ears. He adjusted his hips, stopping when a high pitched mewl of ‘Joseph!’ falls from those kiss swollen lips, knowing he found purchase at where she needed him most.

“Right there! P-please right there!” She begged him, his eyes darkening when his hand moved from beneath her leg to clutch her hip, sure enough to bruise the skin there when he began to increase his pace. The bed creaked loudly in protest with each harsh push within her, his words of soft praises fluttering in the air between each loud resounding noise of skin hitting skin. It was sweaty, even animalistic but he knew to slow when she was getting too close. “Not yet.” He purred against her ear when he slowed his hips, purposefully ignoring the area she needed him most. “Together. I’m gonna fill you up when you’re milking me for all I’m worth, angel.” Such crude and lewd words, but her heart skipped a beat at such. Was this his final way to claim her, to be his forever? In his mind, yes. The final push...His mother of Edens Garden. The Mother. The moment he begins to grow close is the moment he brings her as close as possible, moaning at the feeling of her nails going down his back with each pump within her. The bed hits the wall in a steady thumb, his word hushed yet breathy against her ear. “Mine...All mine, my beautiful fallen angel. All mine.” His thumb brushed over her clit, and that was it, her legs shook as she went into a harsh orgasm, damn near yelling his name when his pace was harsh and brutal. He didn’t let up, growling her name in a desperate tone when he spilled deep within her. “That’s it...take it all...Take every last drop.” He kissed along her skin when his hips faintly pushed forward, making sure she was filled with every drop. He kept her close as he rolled onto his side, not pulling himself from her as his head nuzzled against her own, face buried in her hair.

“You’re perfect, (First name)...So perfect.” His words meet a lazy smile, her body weak from the motions that transpired between them and face pressing against his neck, inhaling his scent. He always could make her relax, could make her feel comfortable and safe just by being held within those strong arms that had led her into his life. “I love you, Joseph.”

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?" - Ecclesiastes 4:9

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Conspiracy Theory Disorder: Understanding Why People Believe

Whenever something new happens — whether it’s a pandemic that grips the world, a rise in a disorder’s diagnosis, or a new technology being rolled out — people have theories. Specifically, conspiracy theories.

More often than not, such theories are based upon specious links between one or more unrelated events. Rarely do conspiracy theories have any scientific backing. And when they do, it’s often a lone article or white paper published online. Or maybe just a YouTuber who “was told by my friend who works at so-and-so.” Friend-of-a-friend-of-someone-who-knows (or works there, someone in law enforcement, or a “scientist”) is regularly offered as “proof.”

What drives conspiracy theories and their dramatic increase in the online world? And could people who adamantly believe such theories in the face of overwhelming evidence otherwise suffer from a disorder?

Conspiracy theories have been with us as long as there have been conspiracies. The idea that there is a vast, insidious network of people who are perpetrating acts in order to forward their own sinister agenda is an old one (Goertzel, 1994). Whether it’s the multiple shooters theory of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy or the 9/11 bombings in the U.S. in 2001 being an “inside job,” whenever something significant happens in the world, there are a small but growing subset of people who believe it is happening for some insidious, evil reason.

More recently, people have also attributed the rise in autism rates with something having to do with either psychiatric medications or childhood vaccines. The novel coronavirus pandemic in early 2020 gave rise to the false belief that it was either a bioweapon engineered by the Chinese that accidentally escaped a lab, or due to the rise of the introduction of new 5G wireless towers.

Last year, a scientific study was published that examined what researchers know about conspiracy theories, and why they seem so prevalent in our online era (Goreis & Voracek, 2019).

Personality Traits Related to Conspiracy Theories

According to the researchers, “Fear and anxiety were reported as positive predictors of conspiracy beliefs. As people are anxious, fear a threatening situation, or have low perceived feelings of control over situations, they tend to conspiracies.” This was found to be especially true in people who have a need to exert control over their environment — they like the feeling of being in control at all times.

Conspiracy theories are a way of making sense out of events that oftentimes, at least initially, seem to make little sense.

That’s why the study also found that people who have a strong motivation to make sense of things also tended to be more likely to believe more. Because even if the explanations don’t make any scientific sense to the individual, their lack of highly-specialized knowledge in the subject matter makes it easier to believe them.

People who also believe in the paranormal were found to be more likely to believe conspiracy theories. Such people, unsurprisingly, also tend to doubt scientific knowledge.

All the internal biases humans use as thinking shortcuts — illusory correlations (“Full moons cause people to behave more wildly”), confirmation bias (“I believe smarter people are happier, and I see it in all the smart people I know”), and hindsight bias (“I knew it all along”) — seem to be stronger in people who believe in conspiracy theories. These cognitive biases offer an easy shortcut for our minds to make connections, even when they aren’t there.

People who have more narcissistic traits also tend to believe more: “Narcissism is positively associated with paranoid thinking, as narcissists are perceiving the actions of others intentionally targeted against themselves. [… Also,] conspiracies are appealing to people who lack confidence and excess self-promotional characteristics, such as self-esteem.”

Self-esteem instability resulting in self-uncertainty is also a characteristic associated with a greater likelihood to believe in conspiracy theories. People who don’t feel like they belong to any one group — a trait psychologists refer to as belongingness — are more likely to believe in conspiracy theories (van Prooijen, 2016).

Social & Political Factors Related to Conspiracy Theories

As modern society has become more complex and challenging to navigate, many people feel left behind in trying to keep up. Such people who feel alienation and disaffection from society are more likely to endorse these theories. It’s easier for them to blame some external factor for their own low socio-political or socioeconomic standing.

Any societal alienation appears to be connected to a higher belief in such theories. Whether it be unemployment, ethnicity, or even relationship status, many who suffer on the edge of society report stronger beliefs. Moulding et al. (2016) found that, “endorsement of conspiracy theories related […] with the alienation-related variables — isolation, powerlessness, normlessness and disengagement from social norms.”

Anything that may threaten the status-quo of society also appears related to these beliefs. Groups whose identity is tied up in traditional societal values and protecting the existing socio-political status quo are more likely to believe in conspiracy theories. These are, unsurprisingly, often right-wing authoritarian groups and those with a social dominance-orientation (White supremacists, for example).

Rational thinking and intelligence are also tied to a lower belief in conspiracy theories. Those who aren’t as able to engage in analytical or logical thinking, as well as those of lower intelligence will often turn to the simple connections that these theories offer (Lantian et al., 2017).

Symptoms of Conspiracy Theory Disorder

Disorders are defined by a constellation of symptoms, symptoms that tend not to occur in similar patterns in the natural world, or in other disorders.

It’s not a stretch to consider that people who strongly believe in conspiracy theories may qualify for the proposed Conspiracy Theory Disorder (CTD). Taken from the research, the symptoms may be summarized as (6 or more needed for a diagnosis):

Feeling anxious or fearful all the time, for no particular reason

Inability to exert control (or feeling unable to control) the situation

A need to make sense of complex topics or unrelated events, even with little or no topical expertise or knowledge

A strong urge to make connections between a series of unrelated events or behaviors

A belief in paranormal explanations for scientific phenomenon

An overreliance on cognitive shortcuts, such as illusory correlations, confirmation bias, and hindsight bias

Low self-esteem and/or high self-uncertainty

A sense of not really belonging to any social group; isolation from others

A greater alienation, disengagement, or disaffection from society

A belief that the status-quo of society should be valued above all else

The presence of the symptoms significantly impacts the person’s ability to function in their daily life activities, such as socializing with friends, going to work or school, or relationships with their family and others

Is Conspiracy Theory Disorder real? Well, not yet. But give it time and who knows? It may just be a part of the conspiracy to keep this disorder out of the next Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

References

Goreis, A. & Voracek, M. (2019). A Systematic Review and Meta-Analysis of Psychological Research on Conspiracy Beliefs: Field Characteristics, Measurement Instruments, and Associations With Personality Traits. Frontiers in Psychology. https://ift.tt/3czjCF2

Lantian, A., Muller, D., Nurra, C., & Douglas, K.M. (2017). ‘I know things they don’t know!’: The role of need for uniqueness in belief in conspiracy theories. Social Psychology, 48, 160-173.

Moulding, R, Nix-Carnell, S, Schnabel, A, Nedeljkovic, M, Burnside, EE, Lentini, AF, Mehzabin, N. (2016). Better the devil you know than a world you don’t? Intolerance of uncertainty and worldview explanations for belief in conspiracy theories. Personality and Individual Differences, 98, 345-354.

van Prooijen, J-W. (2016). Sometimes inclusion breeds suspicion: Self‐uncertainty and belongingness predict belief in conspiracy theories. European Journal of Social Psychology, 46, 267-279.

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