#Jacob seed x gn!reader

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[paradlselost]

i am so glad im finding another person who writes for far cry :)) if possible, can we see a jacob seed x gn!deputy who replaces pratt as his prisoner? it ends with jacob being their one and only, (even if its dubcon)

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jacob seed x gn!deputy

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ ty for being my first submission ! jacob and his region lowkey scare the shit out of me lmao 🙏 kinda a little fucked up but I mean it’s jacob seed . also sorry this took so long ); smut below the cut

no use of y/n , reader is referred to as ‘ deputy ’ . gender specific nicknames are replaced by ‘ pup ’ . not beta - read

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ blasphemy , deputy is treated like a dog , implied forced cannibalism , implied death of a minor character , brainwashing , jacobs his own warning isn’t he ? smut : dub - con , degrading , oral ( m receiving ) , soft - ish sex , penetration , dacryphillia , one - sided orgasm .

It always crept up on him when he least expected it; when things began to have a sense of normalcy. His days a haze and his nights clouded with gunfire and explosions, dreams marred with blood and the guts of former comrades and men who died far too young. For what?

What is the American dream when the world is going to end anyways? What are the soldiers overseas fighting for when the rivers will soon flow with blood and the ground tarred with ash?

His hand runs over his face; rubbing tired eyes. Demons of his past prey on him while he sleeps, turning him weak. Two to three hours is good enough for him, leaves him rested enough for his eyes to focus on the maps in front of him.

Being the leader of the army of Eden’s Gate wasn’t an easy job, though he held it with pride - a cardinal sin - but Joseph would forgive him as long as the prophecies his little brother had bouncing around his head came true. Jacob didn’t know if he believed in anything, really, it was hard to imagine God was with the soldiers that clutched cross pendants behind HESCO barriers.

But where he might’ve drifted from the true meaning of the cause further and further, where he might’ve argued the existence of a higher power with Joseph; one thing grounded him to his purpose and place in the cult. The Deputy.

Joseph’s ramblings were insane to the layman and gospel to the believer - but it seemed right now they were damn prophetic. Everything he said the Deputy would do; they did, and left bodies in their wake. Sometimes, he would watch whatever the cameras picked up of them on his screens, how they traversed the Whitetails with an almost practiced knowledge.

Sometimes, he felt like the eighteen year old new enlistee again when he watched them. The blood, the gunfire. Jacob Seed was a tough man, righteous and brave, but he would look down at them in their cage and feel the fire on his skin from the ranch he burned all those years ago.

He hated the feeling, wanting to drive his pocket knife into his chest and carve out every semblance of memory he had. But then his music box would rewind, and he would hear the sweet sound of the Platters crooning through the wood and metal and maybe, just maybe, things would be okay for him.

So he watched the way the Deputy writhe behind those thick steel bars against the cold soil, not afforded the luxuries even the most depraved prisoners received. Weak and idiotic for attempting to save their friend; but a mind that could be molded with the right tune.

Staci Pratt was a good pet; Pavlovian in nature and willing to do anything for the oldest Seed brother, so maybe that’s why Jacob began to grow bored of the man. Maybe that’s why he entertained the cracks beginning to show in the conditioning, how Pratt’s eyes softened at the sight of their co-worker being taunted by the Herald and yet knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

An escape plan, of course he knew about it, he had eyes and ears everywhere and could always tell when one of his dogs stepped out of line. A perfectly timed truck, the siren going off to alert that a prisoner had escaped, catching Pratt as he allowed the Deputy to leave without him. It was almost sweet, but moreover vomit-inducing, like a lamb.

Sheep are creatures controlled by their own nature, that’s why dogs have to herd them back into formation - like a general in charge of new recruits. Intolerables are discharged, lambs are taken to the slaughterhouse. Nature, the circle of life, the bad meat is thrown out for the poor and needy to pick through.

“Eat. You wouldn’t want to fall sick, would you?”

A tin was placed in front of the Deputy, they had been through this before. Starved for however many days Jacob deemed necessary - usually ten - before they are given nothing but raw meat to eat. Never did they think they would yearn for the peanuts and beer served at the Spread Eagle, but there was no position to argue about what they were being given here.

Some fell over the side as greedy hands shoveled clump after clump into their mouth, covering it in a pitiful yet successful attempt to keep it down. Never did they ask what kind of meat it was, choosing to instead assume it was from one of the many cow farms in the valley.

“You’re hungry, aren’t ya, pup? You’re lucky, that’s a nice cut of meat.” A grin played on his face as he leaned against the metal bars, fingers grazing over his music box. There wouldn’t be any culling today, no, he had a much better idea in mind.

“Where’s Pratt?”

“Not even a thank you for my generosity, aren’t you fierce?”

“Where is he?”

“Peaches’s little act of rebellion earned him a punishment, I mean; that’s only fair. In a war like this you can’t go sympathizing with the devil, no matter how well you knew them before.”

It’s not an answer, but there’s an unspoken understanding that that is the closest thing the Deputy will get to knowing. A huff falling from their lips, ever the ungrateful dog; but their bowl is licked clean and what more can Jacob ask for?

A soft tsk fell from his lips, cold and condescending because how could he be anything but? Did the thing below him deserve care and kindness? Maybe at some point when they were strong, when their mind was still their own, but now they were nothing but a lamb being fattened for the slaughter.

His fingers grasped their chin, forcing eye contact and no doubt leaving marks that would form bruises. How much had they been through? Chest slashed with the markings from Jacobs little brother and mind already foggy from the bliss that grew in the Henbane; but there was a certain pride he took in being the one to break them.

How much time had passed? Had anyone come looking for them? Jacob had often taunted them, used the fact that they were immobile against the conditioning he had given them to contact anyone. The rebellion would fall without their snake, maybe it already had, how would the Deputy know?

It wasn’t their place to think anymore, to simply let the oldest Herald put a leash around their neck and sit beside like a good dog. Their mind wasn’t their own, now it belonged to him and they had no room to complain.

“Look at’chu, open your mouth.” But he didn’t wait for them to comply, instead he bullied his fingers against their tongue, exploring over their gums and teeth. They could bite him, certainly, but they didn’t - wouldn’t.

Who was Jacob Seed but their owner? He had saved them from themselves, from the blood and the gore and the fire that threatened to burn the world to nothing but ashes. Joseph had greeted them in their new form, John had shown up to pout, but their eyes only ever stayed on the eldest.

“Such a good pup, ‘ did a wonderful job training you, huh?” He asked as if they could answer, as if they weren’t preoccupied by the fingers that traced their mouth like he was mapping them out.

A hum passed from his lips as he removed his fingers, instead moving to undo the buckle on his belt. Even in this state, the Deputy wasn’t stupid and could very clearly tell what was coming next. So, to hopefully avoid any wrath from him, moved to help undo his pants.

Leaning back in his chair and observing as they removed his pants, fingers trailing over the growing bulge in his boxers. Jacob was a stoic man, never did the Deputy know if they were really doing good, but he didn’t scold them so there was no stopping.

Hands smoothed out the black fabric a bit nervously, playing with the hem for a moment before a soft grunt from the Herald alerted them. Knowingly, their fingers hooked underneath the waistband and pulled it away from his freckled skin, letting it pool at his ankles along with his pants.

Wrapping around the base of his still hardening cock, their eyes fluttered up to meet his gray ones. A silent beg, a plea that they were doing alright and there would be no punishment later. All they got in return was a small nod; though there was no love or care behind it. More like a drill sergeant instructing a particularly moldable soldier.

Gentle, unsure licks placed against his tip, hand working against the base; fingers brushing against veins that worked overtime to pump blood to his dick. Jacob Seed was not one for taking his sweet time, his fingers tangled in their hair as he pushed their head down on his aching cock.

A soft gag fell from their lips, hands moving from him to settle on his toned thighs. A heavy breath leaving their nose as they tried their hardest to relax, nuzzling against his untamed ginger hair. He relished in the warmth of their throat, the tightness eliciting a groan as he pushed his hips up.

Their gagging was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, the soft whimpers and tears that emitted from the Deputy as they tried their hardest to just breathe through their nose. He loved the power he held over them, how those pretty tears fell for him.

“Cmon pup, look up at me.”

Fighting between lifting their head to meet his gaze and keeping their mouth wrapped around his cock, the Deputy managed to tilt their head up enough to see him. His smirk widened, cock throbbing against their throat as he watched the tears continue to fall from them.

Another few thrusts to the back of their throat before he groaned, pulling their head off his dick with a small ‘pop’. A trail of saliva still connected their lips, pre-cum mixed in with it. He couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from him at the sight of their swollen lips and heavy breathing.

“Poor thing. Don’t cry, I take care of you, don’t I?”

The Deputy couldn’t do anything but nod, and maybe it was a bit true. Jacob did care for them in his own sick and twisted way. In the back of their mind they wondered if this was how he treated Pratt behind close doors; more like a prized trophy than a lover.

His hands grabbed at their hips, pulling them onto his lap. The small barrier of whatever clothes they had been wearing on their lower half before was quickly removed, giving him access to everything he wanted.

Burying their face into the crook of his neck and wrapping arms around the back of him, the Herald lifted their hips once more to guide himself inside their needy hole before pushing them down onto him. Stretching, pain emanating from the sudden intrusion, he could feel the tears that fell from them and landed against his skin.

He cooed, a grin still wide on his face. His hands still settled on their hips, guiding them up and down on his cock. Gentle movements at first that quickly devolved to an almost feral extent. His pre-cum marred the inside of their hole, creating wet and sticky sounds everytime he fucked in and out of them.

It felt like a dam was about to break by the time Jacob decided he was finished. Loud sobs wracked their body as they cuddled closer to him, so close yet so far. His hips continued to move for a moment; stuttering and shifting a bit before he released inside of them, filling them with his cum.

The Deputy finally leaned back after a moment, tears still flowing from their now red eyes, sniffling - but they still attempted to move their hips over him. To get any kind of release as the Herald caught his breath. Needily grinding against his lap, hands clutching his shirt in a pitiful attempt that only made him laugh more.

“Oh, look at’chu. Pup needs to get off too, huh? Don’t worry, I told you I’ll take care of you.”

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Okay, maaaaaany a year ago I started a Jacob X Shifter reader fic and I'm reading the stuff I did write down and I feel like I want to continue it.

I'll drop a snippet below from my WIP. But let me know if I should actually try writing the fic properly.

(( Jacob came up close to the drilled holes of the box to inspect the beast as it was trying to pace but unable due to the sheer size of the creature and the box being just big enough to fit it. This didn’t mean they couldn’t try and lunge for Jacob snarling its bloody canines. With its glowing yellow eyes staring into the blue of his, he smiled like the devil. The Seed brother didn’t break eye contact as that would be the first sign of weakness and his aim was to control the power the box held. ))

[yanderemommabean]

🫣Been looking at your blog for a minute, can I request a Jacob Seed X GN!Dep reader.

Maybe they managed to escape his grasp injured and they’re desperately trying to escape? (One-shot.)

You can sway it whichever way you’d like

thank you <3

“Honestly, this is just another sign that you’re one of the strongest” Jacobs voice rings, your head pounding as you collide with the ground and feel your already broken arm throb and pulse in pain. Shit. You should’ve known escape would be impossible, especially considering that his followers have captured you countless times before with ease when you tore down their monuments and food trucks. 

“Injured yet still fighting. It’s admirable, if it wasn’t an attempt to get away from me. Wish you’d’ve at least given me a kiss goodbye” he mocks, standing over you as you cough and wince, grimacing in pain as dirt digs into your skin and the grass makes you itch, your broken arm swelling more and making you nauseated. Shit, You were right in the beast's maw at this point, about to be devoured in whatever wicked metaphor the author of this story decides to use. 

His large frame covers yours as he sits on your waist, examining you with a smug expression, knowing he’s won yet another escape chase. Why do you keep trying at this point? He’s highly skilled at tracking and hunting, why do you think you can outdo him at all? Clearly this isn’t working. 

“Yep, that’s broken” he states dryly, tugging you up by your shirt, tossing you over his shoulder once he got a good grasp on your body. “That wouldn’t have happened if you’d have just listened and let me take care of you. But it’s alright, in a way, you being injured like this is a great way to show how good I can treat you. Unless, you want to be put through training again? I can always break out the music box…” he trails off, a few men walking behind him with guns to make sure you stay in line. 

“That’s not a bad idea actually. Maybe I can condition you differently, just a different song with a different purpose. We’ll see once I get you back to base, better tied up than last time” he says with a chuckle, slapping your ass as he carries you down a hill, nodding to the peggies behind him to keep watch and only aim if necessary. 

You stay silent during all of this, not able to focus enough to make a comment let alone try and escape again. Blood was pouring out of a few cuts too, and your arm felt like one molten bag of pain with each breath you took. What’s worse, is Jacob seemed to look at this as a reason to keep you, and you almost preferred death. 

God only knows what will happen once you get back to his base. 

(I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was a bit short! -Mommabean)

[spookyspecterino]

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❤️ NSFW/18+ | 🧡 Mature Teens | 💛 SFW | My AO3

A Quiet Place: Day One

Eric x Reader

💛 "Focus on Me" | GN!Reader

You and Eric share a first kiss

💛 "Try To Live, For Me" | GN!Reader

You meet Eric on the boat. Getting attached is dangerous.

💛 "Together at the End of the World" | GN!Reader

You're stuck in the subway with Eric the day the asteroids hit.

Starfield - Sam Coe/Delgado

Starfield Masterlist

Bullet Train - Tangerine

Bullet Train Masterlist

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

❤️ "Out Hunting" | F! Reader

Jacob goes hunting, only to be followed by the deputy. Things don't go as planned, which might not be such a bad thing.

John Seed

🧡 "Unconditional" | GN! Reader

John is caught off-guard by a surprise visit from the deputy and they confess something he wasn't expecting. Will this be a turning point for him?

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While in class, you and Eddie get to talking. Which quickly becomes something else when certain things come out...

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When Eddie's trailer shows up on the morning news and cops come to your door asking if you've seen him, you panic and go looking for him.

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During an argument you let slip that you may have once had a crush on Stephen Strange, but Stephen doesn't reject you and some interesting things are revealed...

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When Stephen Strange tracks you down for practicing forbidden magic you are forced to make a crucial choice.

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When you've loved Bruno from afar for so long and he's never reciprocated, you think it's finally time to move on. But moving on isn't working and you're faced with a choice.

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You go to Bruno for a vision, but what he shows you isn't what you expected. Trying to question The Seer only gets you more tangled up.

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

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Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

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[lucixi-gaming]

OG poster of this alphabet: @dear-yandere

Just know this is yandere

This is for my Farcry 5 OC Deputy Christin Daggingheart

Yandere! Chris x fem!reader /gn! Reader

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

•Ok so before the cult Chris would be really open and loving almost clingy

•after the cult the clingyness got worse

•her little brother Luke is really the only one who sees who she once was still. Like she hasn't changed for him.

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Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

• just know Chris would kill the entire cult again just to keep you safe. Same with Luke she will do anything for you two.

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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

• Chris is kinda unpredictable

• she would probably call you weak or worthless if you tried to escape

• If you even though about hurting Luke to get at her she would end your life without a second thought

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Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

• Chris would never do something that would make you uncomfortable but if she has to she will

• surprisingly good at respecting boundaries

• hope you like military training because that's what your stuck with thanks to Jacob seed

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Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

• Chris is only ever really vulnerable with Luke. I mean how could she not she raised her little brother.

• it will take awhile to for her to show her true feeling. You'll feel worse than a caged bird. Heck the ants got treated better than you for a little bit.

•but once you get to see that vulnerable side don't mess up she'll probably hurt you for betraying her

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Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

• Chris would be shocked just don't bring Luke into it

• Chris can sense when someone is behind her so don't try to sneak up on her

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Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

• Chris would think it a game

• she finds it funny how you think the police will save you. How could you forget she is one of them.

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Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

•the worst experience you'll get is being thrown back into a dark room with no windows. All the freedom she gave you would be gone.

• she would probably put you through the same things the cult put her through but worse some how.

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Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

• if you're female Chris would plan on marrying you and adopting

•If you're gender neutral you're going to be treated like royalty and kids are still going to be adopted

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Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

• Chris gets jealous easily

• but how could you make her jealous. Her brother doesn't trust you and your not allowed near her wolf or the outside world

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Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

•if you met her before the cult happened she was probably soft spoken and shy around you

• after the cult she's more confident but dangerous. Like i said unpredictable you never know what mood she will switch to

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Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

• she would probably start off with building up trust and then she kidnapps i mean surprise moves you in with her

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Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

• ok if you see how she acts with the whitetails and the other deputies you would be wondering who this stranger is

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Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

• hmmm torcher to the point you might die

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Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

• your not allowed to have these things

Phone

Outside time without her

Privacy

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Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

• Chris is really patience to the point it's creepy

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Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

• if you die she'll act like nothing happened you'll just be another unsolved missing persons case

• if you leave or successfully escape her and the wolf will track you down or tell the sheriff you ran away

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Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

• no

• not one bit

• she'll never let you go your stuck with her

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Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

• you two are childhood friends

• when she saved you from the cult she thought kidnapping you would be the only way to keep you safe

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Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

• why would she care she isolates all the time

• she'll laugh if you cry

• don't scream that's the worst thing you could do. She may rip your vocal cords out.

• quit showing weakness she'll probably get worse from your weakness

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Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

• she'll probably be the least suspected

• but other than that not really

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Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

• if you hurt or take Luke to escape your dead on site

• the fact she has to go to work is the only way you'll get free

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Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

• she's constantly hurting you for trying to escape

• once she chained you up like a dog then left you

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

• she's the type to worship the ground you walk on

• she'll kill anyone to keep you

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Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

• as soon as she snaps her yearning for you would be really bad to the point Luke got worried

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Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

•that is Chris' whole goal she will stop at nothing to make sure you're obedient and that you'll stop trying to escape

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[prismuffin]

Chapstick

Jacob seed x gn!reader

Little Jacob Seed Drabble as my first fic on this blog! Enjoy!

Warnings: None! Just fluffy Jacob Seed!!😽🫶

More under the cut!

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You sat on Jacobs lap near the edge of the bed in your shared room. It was one of those rare moments alone you had with Jacob where the two of you could just spend time together.

You quietly read a book that was placed in your lap as Jacob read over your shoulder, tapping your thigh every time he finished a page so you knew when to turn to the next one. You smiled when you felt his lips grace your shoulders and leaned back, snuggling into him deeper. He grabbed your chin gently and made you face him. You could see adoration in his eyes as he stared at you, relishing in the moment for a while before slowly leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. You reciprocated his affection, adjusting your body a bit more to allow yourself to kiss him fully. You hummed which turned into a small chuckle before pulling away from him.

“Wait here.”

Getting up, you went near your dresser and searched over the array of objects you’d had placed on top, smiling a bit wider when you found what you were looking for.

Your mint flavored chapstick.

Skipping back towards your loving boyfriend you sat right back on his lap facing him, causing him to adjust his arms to hold you close. You clicked off the lid of your chapstick, holding it in your palm as you used one of your hands to hold his face. He raised an eyebrow at you as he saw the pointed chapstick in your hand. “Lemme put some on you.” You told him after seeing his confusion. “Why?” He asked, and you let a nose laugh escape you. “Because your lips,” you poked them with your finger, “they’re chapped.” You quirked your brow at him. “No offense,” you quickly added and felt his body jolt in a silent laugh. He shook his head in amusement before leaning back slightly. You took the silence that followed as a sign that you could continue with your plan. So, you grabbed his face again, digging your fingers into his beard slightly and brought your other hand up to apply the chapstick. You made four smooth swipes across his top and bottom lip. “Ok now go like this,” you rubbed your lips together and watched as he copied your movements.

You smiled and he stopped, ”So,” He started, his voice dropping into a raspy whisper “am I kissable now?” He asked as he pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You shifted your position so that you were straddling him and placed both of your hands on either sides of his face. “Yes, yes you are.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss you. Just one quick soft kiss followed by another and another until he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you with more passion. You relished in the feeling of his newly soft-ish lips before pulling away, smacking your own lips together you licked them and hummed.

“Minty.”

[lethalchiralium]

Butterflies | Jacob Seed x GN! Reader

a/n: self-indulgent fic cause i cry over jacob all the time

summary: the man likes rocks. you like jacob.

(gif is not mine!)

The sun was bright and warm and the Deputy loved it. The gentle rocking of the canoe was almost lulling them to sleep - if it wasn’t for the man wadding around in the shallow pond. It was a funny mistake asking him what he wanted to do today - look for precious stones for his brothers.

Rocks. He was looking for rocks.

The Junior Deputy didn’t complain - their cowboy hat settled lazily on their face while still being able to see a very shirtless Jacob was enough entertainment for the whole week. His beard grazed his collarbone as he stared into the clear waters, watching as tiny fish swam around his legs. He would move around for a little while, stick his hand in the cold water and have Rook assess the rock he found.

“I’d do this as a kid, take John and Joseph out on an old raft and collect rocks in a pond. They loved it.” Jacob’s voice was quiet when he told that to his Deputy earlier, they found no reason to externally tease him about it. But man, the man was collecting rocks. “Was an escape for a couple hours ‘til our mama got worried and sent out our dad.”

Rook didn’t push any further; they were glad they didn’t because they got to lay in the sun and tell the Soldier if a rock was cool or not.

Jacob held up another small rock, moving closer to Rook for them to see it. Their hand pulled up the hat a little, seeing a sparkling rock in between his fingers.

“That one’s cool.” Their other hand was now held out to take it - he had a small pouch that was settled on their stomach. The man came closer to the canoe than he had all day, setting the rock on Rook’s palm, “Are you done?”

“Nah, just seeing if you’re getting bored yet.” Jacob smirked and Rook gazed at the glittering rock, it looked like a genuinely rare stone.

“Who’s this one going to?”

Jacob’s bear paw of a hand reached down and took the cowboy hat off of the Deputy, who almost whined in protest if Jacob didn’t settle it on his head. The smirk pulled into a smile as he noticed how still the Deputy became. “Well, do I look that bad?”

The Deputy opened their mouth to speak but the words died in their throat, their face heated and Jacob frowned, moving to take it off. “No! No- Keep it. Keep it.”

Only a small laugh left his lips before he turned to look back at the pond, allowing Rook to gaze at his abs like they were for the past two hours. As soon as he turned back, their eyes met his almost instantly - the Soldier smiled again with those insanely white teeth. “Rock’s for you, sweetheart. How well do you think that’ll make into a ring?”

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Copyright © 2022 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi! I would like to request a John Seed x Deputy/Reader fic please! I was thinking that the Reader is staying the night at John’s house and in the middle of the night she has a bad nightmare. When John wakes up and notices her, he helps to comfort her. He pulls her into his arms, whispering calming words, and caressing her hair until they fall asleep again. Thank you! :)

okayyy so i'm combining these two ideas cause i thought they worked nicely together. i kinda hate how this turned out cause i haven't written proper far cry 5 content since 2019 so it's rusty, basic and doesn't flow the best. bc of this i kinda reverted to gender neutral reader since i'm more comfy with that but you can def read it as fem so pls enjoy ya'll.

John Seed x Reader — Nightmares

The sound of the radio clicking off lingers in the car, leaving a ringing in yours ears that’s come to be familiar whenever silence settles over you. For a moment, everything is still as you sit in some borrowed car, contemplating your entire choice to drive to the Seed Ranch at the sight of lights flickering in the main wing of the house.

What the fuck are you doing here?

John’s not supposed to be a friend. Your whole job description these days is ‘take out every seed sibling’ and yet here you are, wandering up to the front door to unlock it and gently let yourself inside. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve arrived at john’s house late at night.

You’re aware of the ache in your body, the pain shooting up your side from the litter of bruises that now feel like apart of your body— not to mention the numerous bandages that are long overdue for a change.

The ache eases a little as your bags are dropped at the door, allowing you to roll your shoulders as you wander into the living room. The change is immediate, from the warmth of the fire to the soft carpet under your shoes. It’s a stark contrast from the harsh outside of Hope County and some part of you is starting to think of this place at home.

Taking in your surroundings like its the first time you’ve seen the place, you notice the gentle flicker and glow of the warm fireplace, the scattering of eden’s gate books amongst the law encyclopaedias and the music which floats up into the vaulted ceilings. A gentle laugh bubbles out of you before being replaced with curiosity as you notice the vintage record player which surprisingly doesn’t play any Peggie music but gentle and soothing jazz. 

You don’t get to think on it as John arrives beside you, holding two glasses of whiskey and a genuine smile you’ve become so accustomed to when it’s just the two of you. His tattoos along his forearm and hand seem to dance as the fire flickers, and his hand extends to drop the glass into your hand.

He doesn’t say much, just looks at you lovingly and the gentle silence is something you’ve both come to enjoy. John’s far less talkative without his crowd of loyalist and of course the other siblings. There’s no need to uphold that confident, nonchalant and sadistic persona that so many have come to associate the youngest seed with.

“You’re stressed.”

John sips his whiskey, a little tsk sound leaving him as he pops the glass down onto the dining table. He takes your hand in his and leads you over to the couch to be closer to the fire, both of your cheeks now rosy as warmth washes over you.

His hands gently settle on your lower back, trailing up to your shoulders with nothing but fleeting brush of fingertips to start before he begins rolling and kneading at the knots in your shoulders.

A groan leaves you as you physically relax under his hands, your head lolling to the side so he can brush his thumb over your neck as he attends to your tight shoulders.

Warmth elopes you as John plasters himself to your back, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he holds his hands and squeezes. He methodically rubs circles over your knuckles, starting from your hands and squeezing every drop of stress, strain and exhaustion from you as he works his way up to your forearms. 

You hum softly, encouraging him to continue the way up to your arms until he’s made it back to your shoulders. You soak up every bit of attention he gives you, visibly relaxing under his touch as you savour such a peaceful moment which is so rare in Hope County.

John leans back, making room to begin rubbing the same confident and soothing circles down your shoulder blades and along the ridges of your spine. The tightness is almost drawn out of you, leaving you a puddle of mush underneath his hands.

Eventually, he comes to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing up your neck and behind your ear. You can’t help but chuckle softly when John’s hair flops forward in front of his face, simultaneously tickling your neck as his polished look is unravelled.

The sound of your soft laugh seems to shift the air as John stands, once again taking your hand. 

“Come with me.”

John’s hand never leaves yours as he takes you up to his bedroom, leading the way despite having been there enough you could probably find it with your eyes closed. He reluctantly lets go so you can both remove your layers of weapons and clothes but not before he gently squeezes your hand.

John’s room is just as lush and exuberant as the rest of the house yet it’s more cozy and lived in despite the grand windows and king size bed. His clothes are littered on an ottoman, his hair products are scattered between the on-site bathroom and the cabinet nestled into the corner of the room. 

The bedroom large enough for John to have an informal desk to work at on his lazier days. It’s scattered with his written notes to Joseph and old legal cases combined, the wood is littered with coffee stains and chips from where John no doubt threw pens and highlighters in frustration.

John removed his waistcoat and drapes it over the desk chair before the two of you climb into his bed and melt into the soft, silken sheets.

Sleeping in John’s bed is lush, a luxury you’re unaccustomed to even before eden’s gate decided to ruin everyones lives with their doomsday cultist act. No deputy’s wage could ever get you something as lavish as this— hell it barely covered the mortgage on your tiny one bedroom in the Henbane.

The blankets are drawn up over the two of you as John snuggles into your side, wrapping his arm around your torso to keep you flushed together. His soft, even breathing lulls you into sleep as your body relaxes into his warm and comforting embrace.

—

A butterfly wanders into your line of sight, a trail of bliss behind it as it wanders over to the Marshall and Virgil who are lying lifeless at the table in front of you.

Your heart drops at the sight. You’ve been here, seen this before— you saw what burke had done to Virgil and then to himself. 

You know this isn’t real, it’s not a quite a full dream and it’s not just the reminiscence of the bliss but each time you witness their lifeless bodies amongst the garden, you’re always too late�� too weak to change the outcome.

The sound of Faith’s laughter all around you leaves bile in your throat and a heavy feeling in your chest. Her voice comes from all over, leaving you on the verge of hyperventilating as you start running away from the scene before you, or at least trying to you. Your legs don’t move as fast as you want, the grass swallowing up your shoes and leaving you in a swamp of bliss.

The air is heavy, thick with the toxic green bliss which has taken so many lives of those you’ve come to care about. 

In front of you, Faith stands in front of the gates, twirling on her heels before blowing a puff of bliss dust into your face and disappearing as fast as she appeared.

Your hands settle on the metal work of the gate, supporting yourself as you cough and heave from the chemicals blown in your face. Your chest aching and stinging with both heartache and poison.

Everything feels fuzzy, as if you’re losing the ability to control your own body as you begin to rattle the gates— needing to get out.

Nothing happens.

The gates are locked even as you shake them with all the energy you have left, the metal remains unmoved. Each time you pull on the chains holding everything together, the gates lock tighter— the grass looping around the metal work to lock it into the ground.

Panic starts to set in as the gates don’t budge— you’re stuck, there’s no way out as you’re swallowed up by the bliss. You’re screaming, crying out for anyone to come and save you. A last ditch attempt to bang on the gate and call out before you’re swallowed up by the bliss to become one of Faith’s angels.

— 

Jolting awake, you’re vaguely aware of that fact you’re still yelling and screaming but its muffled, distant and disoriented as if you’d truly been in the bliss just moments ago and not curled up in silk sheets.

The silk sheets. John.

You’re in his bed, in Holland Valley— his hands are cupping your face, soft blue eyes staring at you as the two of you rock together slowly.

Despite how sore your throat is, how wrecked it sounds, it tightens as a sob bubbles out of you and you collapse into his embrace. John settles onto the sheets, gently tugging you with him so your face is tucked into his shirt.

It occurs to you that his infamous blue shirt is being ruined by your tears but you don’t have it in you to care. Not when his clean and expensive cologne grounds you against the bliss which threatens to drag you under. His heart rate is rhythmic and steady and not to mention he emits warmth which only ushers you to snuggle in closer to him, with your nose pressed against his collarbone.

Arms are securely wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you just that much closer. John’s own nose is buried into your hair as he plants kisses into your hairline. His fingers brush away some of your hair which has gotten stuck to your temple with the layer of sweat that’s built up before he tucks it all neatly behind your ear.

John whispers gentle praises too you— sweet nothings which bring you back into your body. It’s nice, his voice is soothing and eases that fear from your chest, allowing you to focus on his on just the two of you together.

It feels like hours, but John never once complains. He stays awake with you, letting you cry and let it out. Every so often there’s another round of squeezes, of more kisses and more hushed whispers of how much he cares for you.

His smile into the mess of hair on top of your head is the last thing you register before your body finally slows down, exhaustion kicking in and you allow yourself to fall asleep in his arms for the second time that night.

[2dmenenthusiast]

“Please, don’t leave.”

(John Seed x Deputy Gn!Reader)

alright listen, i have so many thoughts about this fic and my own lore behind it that I'm gonna make a seperate post talking about it cuz I love the idea so much. Also, thank you all for all the love on my last John fic! I hope ya'll enjoy this one as well! (Also may or may not write a part 2 to this 👀)

Reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! <3

Summary: Before Eden's Gate got serious, there was just you and John, and he pays you a visit to offer you a proposition.

Word count: 2k

Warnings/other info: gets a little heated, nothing too crazy, reader is gender nuetral as always

“According to the cult’s leader, Joseph Seed, otherwise known as The Father, Eden’s Gate is a peaceful organization preparing for what they call ‘the collapse.’ Joseph is joined by loyal followers, as well as his brothers Jacob and John-”

You closed out of the news article with a sigh, throwing your phone on the couch as you ran a hand down your face. The Seeds. They were familiar. You had met them a few times, back when they were just a normal family and not part of some insane cult. People had the freedom to believe what they wanted but this…

You picked up your phone again, pulling the article back up and looking at the picture of the four of them together. As your eyes scanned the photo, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on one particular sibling, his piercing eyes staring right back at you as unease settled in your stomach. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know John. In fact, you’d like to think you knew him pretty well. So seeing this photo and this article-

Something wet gently nudged your hand, and you looked away from your phone to see Boomer staring at you, head tilted to the side and his tail wagging excitedly. You smiled and set your phone aside, reaching out to scratch his head. You had agreed to dogsit for Rae-Rae while she was out of town for a few days, and Boomer immediately made himself at home in your small place.

“You wanna go outside, boy?”

Boomer jumped, his front paws on your knees as his tail seemed to wag faster, and he excitedly followed you as you walked to the door, running out as soon as you opened it. You watched for a moment as he rolled around in the grass and played with his toys that you had left in the yard the day before, a wide grin on your face.

Rae-Rae’s gotta leave town more often.

You made sure to only close the screen door and walked to the kitchen, checking to see if the water you left on the stove was boiling yet. You huffed, pouring in the dry noodles. You really needed to go grocery shopping soon. Surviving on buttered noodles and grilled cheese was starting to get bland.

A sudden knock on your door had your grip tightening on the spoon in your hand, and you checked the time on your stove. It was almost six. Who the hell was knocking at your door at this time? You cautiously walked over and peeked through the screen door, and your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw John Seed standing on the other side. Your hand scrambled for the door handle, flinging it open as John looked at you with a slightly surprised expression. He looked as if he couldn’t believe he was standing at your door, like he didn’t drive the distance from his ranch and take all the turns to get here. He looked nervous.

“John,” you breathed.

He was a bit disheveled, strands of hair hanging in his face and a dark blue knitted sweater hugging his arms. He looked so different from the picture you saw. He seemed guarded and brooding in the photo, but here with you, he looked almost vulnerable. He looked good, though. You always preferred casual John over slicked-back-hair-with-a-vest John. His gaze shifted to the plastic spoon in your hand, his lips quirking up.

“You gonna fend off your attacker with a spoon?”

You looked down at said object, letting out a weak chuckle. “Actually, I think he would do a better job of that.”

You gestured behind John, and he slightly turned to see Boomer running back towards the house at full force. He stepped back when Boomer barked at him, the dog probably wondering what this stranger was doing at your house, but you quickly shushed him as you signaled for him to follow you, leading Boomer right to his food and water. Liquid sloshed out of the sides of the bowl as he drank, and John cautiously entered your home as you turned to him.

“Yours?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Nah, Rea-Rea’s. I offered to watch him while she was gone.”

He nodded, hands in his jean pockets as he looked around your place, seemingly not knowing what to do with himself. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. You’ve never seen John so nervous before, especially when he was only around you. When he came over, he would make himself at home, grab a drink and sit on your couch. What was with him tonight?

“Uh, you can sit down,” you said, gesturing to the couch, to which he hesitantly walked over and sat down.

You occupied the spot next to him, turning your body slightly towards him as your gaze traveled over his expression. You cursed at yourself when the thought of how pretty he was forced itself into your brain, but how were you to blame? He was pretty. With eyes you’ve seen in your dreams, and lips that once pressed so tenderly against your skin. You felt your face heat up as you recalled countless nights alone with the youngest Seed brother, his hands on your body and his head between your-

“So…”

You cleared your throat, trying not to give away your flustered state as you gave John a small smile. “Sorry. Um… Do you have something you wanna talk about? Or did you just come over to visit?”

He let out a small chuckle, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he seemed to avoid eye contact with you. “A bit of both, I guess.”

You watched him for a moment before scoffing, shaking your head. “I know you didn’t just come over out of the blue after three months of no contact just for ‘I guess.’”

He finally managed to look at you, his guilt showing on his face as he reached out to touch you, but changed his mind at the last second.

“I know. I’m sorry, I…”

There was a beat of silence as John struggled to figure out what to say, and you reached out to take one of his hands in yours, the sudden contact clearly surprising him. If you were being honest, it shocked you, too. After going so long without touching him, the contact seemed almost foreign, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You slowly found yourself craving more.

“You can tell me what’s on your mind, John. It’s okay.”

“... You know my brother, right? Joseph?” You nodded, urging him to continue. “Then you’ve heard about Eden’s Gate.”

A sigh left you before you could stop yourself, and John’s grip on your hand immediately tightened. “John, I don’t know if I-”

“He’s not crazy. What he says, what he preaches, there’s truth to it. The end is coming, and-”

“Jesus, John,” you pulled your hand away, secretly missing his warmth, “do you hear yourself right now?”

“You don’t understand. You haven’t heard talk about what he’s seen. How the future is full of flames and death-”

“Of course it is! Listen, it’s nice that you’re supporting your brother. But I don’t need him to tell me that the world is going to end. Of course it will. And whether that’s in a ball of flames, or if the earth implodes, we’ll both be long dead before that happens.”

You smelled something strange in the air and let out a soft curse when you saw smoke coming out of your kitchen, quickly jumping off the couch to take care of your now burnt noodles. You carefully grabbed the pot with some pot holders and placed it in the sink, running the water so it would stop smoking. You looked at the shriveled noodles with a frown. Not that you were upset, you lost your appetite anyway.

“Come with me.”

You spun around, John standing a few feet away as he took a slow step towards you. You shook your head.

"What?"

"Come with me. You can come to the church and listen. And then… you can join me. Us."

You scoffed, eyes slightly widening as you searched his face. He looked completely serious, coming closer to you as you took a step back, hitting the stove handle.

"John, you know I can't."

"Why?"

"Because this is crazy! You- I can't just uproot my whole life to join your family in some insane cult!"

"It's not-!" John let out a huff, his hands turning into fists and the muscles in his jaw tensing. "Please."

Slowly shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest and averted your eyes, not able to take looking at John's expression. Not when he looked at you like that.

"I… I want to support you, John. I do. But what about my life? My job, my home, my friends?"

"What about me?"

Your breath hitched, John's shoes peeking into your vision, and you looked up to see him only mere inches from you, a whirlwind of emotions swirling behind his eyes. You opened your mouth as you tried to speak, but his hands suddenly reached out, gently prying your arms away from your body so he could be closer to you. He carefully held your face in his hands, like you might break if he was too rough.

"I want you to be there with me. Right by my side as we watch it all unfold." He reached down, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest. "I was so… empty before. But since I met you, I've felt as if I'm going to burst at the seams. You take up every part of me. Every thought, every action."

"John-"

"Please. Please, just… just say yes.”

You swallowed thickly, eyes burning as tears gathered, and you desperately tried to not let them fall. If John was anything, it was convincing. He could tell a room of fifty people that pigs flew, and they would all believe him. Of course, one look into his eyes was enough for him to have anyone’s full attention. When he opened his mouth, people wanted to listen. Maybe that’s why you wanted to believe him so bad. You wanted to throw caution to the wind and leave with him. But you couldn’t.

You sniffled, reaching up to wipe away a rogue tear. “I can’t, John. I’m sorry.”

His expression slowly fell, hand tightening around yours before he let it drop from his chest, and he took a step back, the air around you a little less suffocating. You felt your heart crack at John’s dejected look, staring off to the side, anywhere that wasn’t you.

“I think you should go,” you muttered softly, and John nodded before making his way towards the door, you following after him.

The short walk to your door felt longer than you remembered, and the view of his back made you want to reach out and grab him so he couldn’t leave. No, you didn’t really want him to go, but you were afraid you would do something you’d regret if he didn’t. But, as soon as he opened the door and began stepping out, you found yourself saying his name and grabbing his arm, gently tugging him back. When he turned to face you, whatever you wanted to say died on your lips.

Those fucking eyes.

He barely had any time to react when you grabbed the collar of his sweater and yanked him forward, noses bumping as you desperately kissed him. He reacted almost immediately, one arm circling your waist as his hand came up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you impossibly close. It was rough and needy. It wasn’t enough, though. You craved every part of him, wanted him to touch you like he had so many times before. Pulling away, you smiled when he tried to chase after you, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch. You gently pushed him down and climbed into his lap, his hands quickly finding their home on your hips as he tugged you closer.

“Please, don’t leave,” he said, his possessive grip on you tightening.

Reaching up, your fingers gently carded though his hair, brushing it out of his face as you gave him a fond smile. “I won’t. I promise.”

Smiling up at you, John tugged you forward into another kiss, and you hummed against his lips as you pressed yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’d deal with the consequences later.

[agender-wolfie]

I’ve noticed something

Fem reader fics: ✨💖Romance, lovey dovey, smut, 💖❤️

Gender neutral reader fics: 😢 Angst, sadness, mean reader, sterile, platonic 💀 ☠️

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Le Langage Des Fleurs

Request: YES HELLO EVIE FRYE X READER WHERE THEY'RE EXCHANGING SECRET LETTERS TO EACH OTHER WITH THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS BECAUSE IM *THAT* BITCH AND SOFT???

12/06/2020:THIS IS GREAT I LOVE THIS AND I KNEW JUST HOW TO TITLE THIS THING & IT WAS REALLY FUN TO RESEARCH!!!!!

A/N 2:(also shout out to @yourlocalfrenchie bc I cannot speak french & don’t trust google so tysm for checking my title :D)

A/N 3: Someone take the semicolon away from me I can’t be trusted.

A/N 4:(post-writing: I could have made this angsty… I could have.)

A/N 5: Sidenote: this turned out to be quite poetic, so surprise I guess haha. 

A/N: Also this was a bit shorter than I was expecting, but I’d rather ot be short and sweet instead of long and boring :)

A/N 6: Man, I am on FIRE today -- have fun with these timezone reblogs later tonight guys.

Warnings: None -- Fluff ahead. Also, GN!Reader I think, so yay!

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 

Requested by @thehistorynut19​

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They began with Alstroemerias. Evie knew exactly what those yellow petals meant, and she found herself smiling softly; it was an ode to a new friendship. 

Jacob would wonder where she kept getting flowers from, and time and again she’d tell him that the orphans would give them to her. It was a reasonable excuse, for the real reason was a lot more complex.  

You weren’t born in Crawley, but you were born and bred near London to a family of assassins. They weren’t the best assassins in the brotherhood, but they were a high enough rank to be highly respected. You grew up with a protected name, and decided to push yourself further than your parents ever achieved. After a lot of persuading, you convinced them to move to London, where the centre of both The Brotherhood and The Order was operating. 

It took a lot of training, but by the time you reached twenty one, it was decided that you were competent to start work on missions of higher stakes. It was on one of these missions that you met a contact, Henry Green. The two of you worked well together, and one day Henry informed you that two new assassins were arriving in London, and he suggested that the four of you work together to bring the Templar Order down. You agreed at the prospect of making a valuable impact on the Brotherhood, and so you followed Henry to the meeting point. 

You were not expecting the Frye Twins.

One was ambitious and witty, the other determined and serious. 

One was a man, the other was a woman. 

One was named Jacob, and the other was named Evie.

You were particularly smitten with Evie. 

You greeted Jacob with a friendly introduction, and tried to keep yourself in order as you did the same to Evie. As time went on, you began to bond with the twins, but you held one closer to your heart than the other.

How the letters started, neither of you were quite sure, but you had a feeling it had something to do with not letting Jacob or Henry find out. You’d retire to your house at the end of a day, where Evie would return to the train. What you both couldn’t speak about face to face in the presence of others, you swapped envelopes to each other when no one was looking. 

You sent the first flower; small, yellow, and hard to find; they originated in South America, after all. Slowly, you both became accustomed to speaking casually with the pen and bashfully with the seeds of the earth. 

Next came heathers and lilacs; a bold move on your part. With a dangerous mission coming into view for Evie, you grew worried more and more as the day got closer. The heather, lavender looking shoots, spoke of good luck, but the lilacs… they spoke of a hint of love; the first sign that you wanted more than a platonic relationship with the older Frye twin. 

You were relieved when she returned, and was elated to find in your letter a few young red roses; she returned your love for her tenfold. You replied with orchids, an obvious flirt by complimenting her beauty. 

Not one to be bested, her next letter contained calla lilies; magnificent love.

Was this what your relationship was destined to be? A secret whisper encased in parchment?

It was going to be… until Jacob found the letters.

Instead of being angry, confused, or disgusted (as Evie thought he might react), he smirked teasingly. He was happy that his sister had found love, and more than welcomed you into a newer relationship with him, where you were now closer than friends; you were found siblings. 

You and Evie were able to open up more than you ever had, and no longer had you the need to pen words against paper to make yourself heard.

But le langage des fleurs… that was here to stay.

[agender-wolfie]

We need more gn!readers. There’s so many female ones and it’s kind of hard to stay in the story when you’re constantly having to change the gender, etc.

[derelictlovefool]

Nights Like These

Ship(s): Jacob Seed x GN!Reader

Words: 365

"Come here,"

Jacob's voice is deep and rough from hours of use, it's weighted down and drags on the floor; curling up and around you and drawing you in. You turn, setting the files you'd been skimming over down on the desk; he's waiting for you on that torn leather couch, arms outstretched and electric blue eyes full of a need you rarely ever saw. It's a gentle need even in its enormity; it's simple and you can't help but smile. You walk across the creaky wooden floor to your lover, your own body tense and sore from the trials of this hellish reaping; you both deserved this moment of reprieve. You'd been working hard, you'd done your part.

You lift one knee to the edge of the couch on one side of Jacob, intending to straddle him but the redhead lunges forward and curls one of those large arms around your waist, pulling you down and into his lap unceremoniously. You can't help but laugh, steadying yourself by wrapping your arms arounds his shoulders. His back hit the back of the couch once more with you now secure in his arms and he smiled triumphantly, having gotten what he wanted; and so easily too. You'd been too tired to put up a fight—even a playful one. You melted against him, head burying into the crook of his neck and breathing in that familiar smell of charcoal and pine trees. The smell of home. Your home; your Jacob.

Chapped lips pressed against the top of your head and those safe and strong hands rubbed circles into your thigh, you closed your eyes as Jacob started humming. There's a comfort in the vibrations from his chest paired with his steady heartbeat, you pressed your fingertips over it and felt that precious organ sing its own song. One you were pretty sure you had memorised by now. You didn't know what you'd do without it—without Jacob. Without nights like this where it was just the two of you, sleep deprived and comforted only by holding each other exactly like this. God you didn't even want to imagine it.

"I love you Jacob,"

"hm, love you too Angel,"

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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