#jacob seed match ups

[seedofjoseph]

"And hell followed with him."

"Rookie, cuff this son of a bitch."

"Rook, put the cuffs on him."

"Yes, sir."

"It is finished, child."

"Yes, Father."

[bunniandhoney]

can you please write an nsfw alphabet for jacob?

why yes, yes i can dear!

Jacob Scipio NSFW Alphabet

mdni. 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jacob is a pleasure dom, so aftercare is one of his favorite parts of sex. he knows you hate going to bed dirty, so he always makes sure you shower, but if he really wears you out nothing is better than a relaxing bath. Jacob also tries his best to get any tangles from your hair, he’ll separate strand by strand if needed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if someone asks him that in public he would say your smile, how infectious it is. but if you asked him on a deeper level he’d say your mouth. He loves when you suck him off, how you immediately push yourself, trying to make sure the tip of your nose meets the hairs at the base of his dick. and then how wet and warm your mouth gets when you do it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a breeding kink. he actually gets upset if he comes anywhere that isn’t your pussy, regardless if you are on birth control or not he has to pump his seed inside you. He also might keep a small plug in his nightstand to ensure you stay full throughout the night.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a panty sniffer; he actually can’t help himself! As soon as he gets them off of you he puts them up to his nose taking a deep breath. He's also been known to slip a couple used pairs in his suitcase when he has to leave, Jacob has to take a piece of you with him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

bff!jacob: not a virgin, but he’s only ever had sex with one person. Everything else has been a random blowie with a hook up.

alpha detective!jacob: is a virgin! he literally can’t stand anyone else besides his mate, and since he hasn’t claimed anyone yet. The only person allowed to touch him is hisself.

olderbf!jacob: has been around the block a time or two, so to be frank he’s a damn slut. which works in your favor because he treats your body so freaking good. but sometimes, when he’s really rocked your world you just look over at him “where the hell did you learn that?” you say scowling at him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

well…if we are going to say Jacob has a breeding kink, I believe that a mating press is the only reasonable answer.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

oh he’s dead serious during sex. he’s a pleasure dom and finds nothing funny at all in making you cum. now after…he’s a full blown menace. He definitely seems like the type to mock your moans after the fact.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s probably pretty well groomed, not bare because he does like the hair, but trimmed. He has been known to let it grow to a full jungle on occasion.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes, you need it soft and Jacob is there to grant every last one of your wishes. He loves to press soft kisses all over your body when you all decide to take it slow; literally from your feet to the crown of your head.

when he puts it in he knows he has to go slow, “it’s okay baby, i know this dick is big, but you always take it so thrust* fucking thrust* good thrust* ”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

while Jacob is rough with you, he’s so damn gentle with himself. For example, he gives himself slow pumps teasing his other hands down his abs, feeling them contract as he makes his way down to his balls. when he holds then Jacob has to tighten the grip on his dick to keep from coming too fast. and boy is it sticky, he just leaks so much precum it’s ridiculous and messy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mkay well we said breeding, so how about overstimulation, for both of you. Jacob refuses to do anything half assed so when he fucks he has so make sure that both of you actually reach your limits and that means fucking you until neither of you can take it anymore.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

kitchen, your counters are the perfect height for him to bend you over and do whatever he wants. He has also pulled a wooden spoon out of the drawer to spank you a time or two.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

of course your very existence gets him going buuuuut; if we’re being specific he loves to see you doing something you're passionate about.

imagine you’re on your knees in front of the coffee table with giant noise canceling headphones trying to focus and you’re just going in on your newest 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. your tongue poking out just a little on the side as you look for the next matching piece. and unbeknownst to you jacob is so hard he could cut diamonds.

the next thing you know you’re riding his face, “mmm keep working baby, you’re almost there. “ he says muffled by your cunt. and honestly you have no clue if he’s talking about you cumming or you finishing the puzzle, but neither of you really cares.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jacob is Caribbean, he’s not pissing on anyone or vice versa. Now he’s usually open to trying or at least having a discussion, especially if you’re married. because forever is a long time to not try anything new.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a munch, simple as that. Jacob is ready to put his tongue on any part of your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough and slow actually. He's definitely a manhandler, but he doesn’t want you to miss anything. Jacob needs you to feel everything that he’s doing to you, actually he needs to pound it into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jacob prefers to make you come more than once, so he’s not fond of the quickie. but at the same time he needs to have his hands on you and will take whatever you give him, even if it’s a quick handy before you all leave for a date night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s very private and very possessive, he’s most likely not trying anything too risky. Jacob is also a gentleman, so he wouldn’t dare put you in a situation where you might be uncomfortable.

Though I could see him sharing you with a close friend (boy or girl) if you were looking to experiment. He's not stupid though, NDA’s are certainly being passed around.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it were up to him, he’s fuck you till he’s sore and then go two more rounds. You see, because Jacob is the kind of man who nuts and stays hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jacob most def has a cock ring, it started off as a gag gift for his birthday, but one night after you all took one too many edibles you two gave it a try. and once he figures out that he could fuck you even longer than usual, he loves the damn thing. he can’t use it too often though because he gets sore.

you don’t use vibrators too often either because you’re so damn sensitive, and Jacob can make you come at the drop off the hat, but not when you’ve been naughty…Jacob will have you tied to the bed, with you laying on your stomach and a vibrating wand snug against your clit while he watches you cum over and over.

He did also get a dildo made in the shape of his dick for you, but he’s so damn possessive that he doesn’t even want to see the silicone inside of you, regardless if it’s modeled after his own dick or not.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s Mr. Teaser himself, Acting CEO of Teasing Inc.

He loves to see you squirm, especially because you are stubborn as hell. He knows the only way for you to let go is to bring you to the very edge. but bringing you there just once is never enough, Jacob needs you practically crying before he lets you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jacob has a tendency to be on the quieter side, but mainly because he wants to get you loud, screaming for him. He also likes to whisper dirty shit in your ear because he’s just that diabolical, so mainly expect gruffs and huffs from him.

Now sub!jacob can’t shut the hell up! There have been plenty of times where you had to put your hand over his mouth in the backseat of the car, just so the driver won’t hear him whine for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

cowboy fugitive jacob x bounty hunter reader 👀

but could you freaking imagine!!!

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“This here poster says you’re wanted dead or alive Scipio, and you’re more trouble to me breathing.” YN says holding the pistol to his back. YN had first seen him at the bar in Aunt Fanny’s Saloon, and with a 5,000 dollar reward for his head she couldn’t pass it up, so she set up outside waiting for her moment.

It just so happens that “her moment” is when sharpshooter scipio is ass-naked at the watering hole in the back.

“Look darlin’, I don’t know who you are, but I’m sure we can work something out.” he turns around with his cock pointed right at you

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I mean talk about a loaded gun!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 1/2 inches, and my word he is thick! no matter how many times you all have sex, you’ll feel a slight burn from the stretching and you love it. he’s more of a shower but he might stretch to a good 7-7 1/2 inches when he’s hard. and obviously it’s brown, with a nice mauve tip (uncut 👀)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! when he’s with someone he really likes , he’s gonna fuck till he’s sore. he’s a physical touch demon, and needs to be on you at all times

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as soon as you’re both cleaned up, he’s knocked out. oftentimes you all hop back into the bed once the sheets are changed and you cuddle up right next to him. with your nails lightly scratching at his beard and his arm wrapped around you Jacob can’t help but to fall asleep even if you’re still awake.

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jeez, this is just dirty (complimentary)

thank you for the request!

i’m still working through all of them, also trying to incorporate them into my other tropes for y’all.

also yall love a lil smut, so how do we feel about like a smut concept night sort of thing 👀

get all of your naughty thoughts out in one evening (or several)

lmk your thoughts and keep the requests coming pls!

xoxo

Bunni

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

[lostamongthestarz]

Could you make John Seed x FTM!Reader? :333

I know what you are /j /lh enjoy your head-canons for your man here's a GIF as a gift

John seed x trans male Reader head canons warnings: none Divider credits: @/cafekitsune ❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

John likes you the moment he lays his eyes on you, calm-collated (everything he pretends to be). He doesn't wait long to introduce himself; He intends to charm the hell out of you.

make no mistake - if someone looked at you wrong John is already plotting murder, if you think John taking someone out because they looked at him wrong you better believe that mindset doesn't change when it comes to you.

I hope you like pet names because John calls you every pet name under the sun. He'd tone it down around others but when you two are alone?

darling, sweetheart, my darling, my sweet, handsome, etc.

I hope you like the color blue because you and John match outfits and his favorite shade is dark blue. It's his color as he puts it, and she should get to share it with his darling.

play with this man's hair after a rough day and he melts in your lap, he takes good care of his hair and uses fancy products. John seems like the type of guy to use fancy cologne.

John keeps you away from Joseph at all times and the cult "activities", He doesn't trust you around Joseph and would rather have you around Faith or Jacob. which only happens very rarely.

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Going back to the fact that John would kill for you - this applies to the fact if someone was transphobic, Edan's gate is a "welcoming" community but the people outside are iffy. you can bet your ass if John found out some jackass said some shit they go missing within an hour

He can't let people believe that they can get away with insulting his darling, what kind of man would that make him?

Always makes sure you're comfortable, whether your pre-top surgery or Post. he always wants you to feel okay and comfortable talking about whatever (we know this man never shuts up) which moves me to my next point.

John never shuts up about you - between the "say yes" stuff and you people don't know what he talks about more. He! loves! you! a lot!

PDA king in private, face kisses are his absolute favorite thing to greet you with when he walks through the door, have fun doing anything without him because the second he's back in your arms he doesn't plan on doing anything else.

If you two were to get a pet it'd most likely be a cat, although John seems like a guy to defend the hairless cats. black cats would be second that he would defend with his life.

The cat would also get fancy clothes for pets.

I can see him flirting/charming you and doing it back and it makes him smile a lot - a big bright smile.

tell him he has pretty eyes, and he gets so giddy, LOOK at that man. someone buy him brown contacts I'm shaking /ref /j

enjoy your headcanons - I hope these are good <3 Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open <3

[cherrycola27]

Star Spangled Seresin

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Political situations. Unrequited love, one night stand, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 5: New Romantics

If you had asked Jacob Seresin what the best moment of his life was, you would probably expect him to say something about his Navy career, his family, or getting elected to the White House.

What you wouldn't expect him to say would was that the best moment of his life was right now, when his wonderful girlfriend, Jaycee, surprised him with tickets to the Eras Tour.

Jake was the second biggest Swiftie in the White House. You were the first. Just as Jaycee gave him his tickets, Bradley was giving you yours. Taylor was on her second North American leg of her tour and would be playing at FedEx Field.

It was a warm May morning, and you and Bradley were in a good place in your now, very real marriage. Jake and Jaycee had successfully been hiding their relationship for over a year now, with only a few "soft launch" photos on social media. Tonight, Jaycee and Jake planned to go public, and true to her journalism roots, Jaycee already had it planned out perfectly.

You had spent all day getting ready in your Miss Americana outfit before forcing helping Bradley with his Heartbreak Prince garb.

Jaycee had matching shirts for her, and Jake made. Hers read, "Karma is my boyfriend." While Jakes simply read, "Karma." He was so excited to put it on. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

The whole way to the stadium, the two of you talked non-stop about the set list and what you hoped the surprise songs would be. Bradley and Jaycee watched the two of you in adoration and slight horror. They were definitely not the die-hard Taylor fans like you and Jake were.

"So, Wise-woman, what are you hoping she does for a surprise song?" Jake asked you. "I would die if she did 'peace' it the only one of my favorite songs that isn't on the set list that she hasn't done. And I just know I'm going to cry when she does 'Wildest Dreams' and 'august'." You tell him. "What about you Jake?" You ask him.

"I will lose my mind if she does 'New Romantics.' It is hands down my most favorite song. I know she takes requests, and I tweeted her that we were going to be there, and I asked for it, so I mean, maybe she will?" Jake said hopefully.

Jaycee sat back in her chair and smirked. Little did Jake know, Jaycee had been planning this for weeks, and she'd already planted the seed with Taylor's creative team for "New Romantics" to be a surprise song. Sometimes, working in the White House had its perks.

To say that Jaycee was overwhelmed by the concert was an understatement. She couldn't believe the sheer number of people that were there or the number of friendship bracelets she'd been given. She also never would have imagined witnessing the vice president of the United States cry while scream-singing 'Enchanted' to her or seeing her best friend and the president slow dance to their wedding songs being performed live, but yet, here she was.

You and Jake were currently dancing to 'Shake It Off," while she and Bradley sat back and admired the two of you living your best lives.

"So he has no idea that she's going to sing it?" Bradley asked Jaycee as they sat back in their seats. "No clue." Jaycee smiled back at him.

Soon, the 1989 portion of the set had finished, and the stage was dark. Jake waited with baited breath as Jaycee came to stand next to him. They listened to Taylor talk about how she occasionally takes requests for this part of the set and how she had a very important request for tonight.

Jaycee couldn't hear anything else after that because of how loud Jake was screaming when the first few bars of "New Romantics" began to play. She quickly whipped out her phone and began filming him. She couldn't help but laugh when he sang the chorus and looked directly at her during the line, "The best people in life are free."

She couldn't help but smile, and it never left her face for the rest of the night. By the time the show ended, Jaycee had tons of photos and videos on her phone. On the limo ride back, she carefully selected a few group photos, one of you are her, one of you and Bradley, and one of her and Jake with their matching shirts on full display for an Instagram post. After selecting the pictures, she captioned them, "The best people in life (really) are free. #HardLaunch #J&J"

She made sure to tag the correct accounts before queuing the post to drop at exactly four in the morning before turning off her phone. She spent the night with Jake in his room in the White House. All night, he keeps telling her that she should just move in with him, but Jaycee likes the freedom of having her own apartment. It gives her a chance to still be independent. She knows that eventually she'll move in with Jake, but she just isn't ready to yet.

The next morning, when she and Jake turn on their phones, the news of their relationship is the first thing they see. Four media outlets have already reached out to both of them for an exclusive, but Jake and Jaycee have already promised an exclusive to one of her coworkers.

You and Bradley are abuzz now that the news has finally broken. You were sure that Bradley was going to slip up with every sligh comment he posted on their soft launch photos, but thankfully, he never did. You were, however, worried about Jaycee. She was very much like you in the fact that she didn't spend much time in the spotlight. She was used to reporting the news, not being in it.

You knew that there would be a learning curve. Thankfully, Jake was there to help her. Not that she needed much help. After years of working in the industry, Jaycee knew exactly what to say and how to say it. She just got a little freaked out when people wanted to take her photo or if paparazzi would show up.

The first few weeks were fine until one day, when she was out running some errands.

Jaycee had clocked the man in the dark jacket when he started following her a few blocks back, right after she'd gotten her morning coffee. She tried to brush it off, but every turn she made, he was there. She pulled her hat down further over her face and kept her large sunglasses on. When she made another turn, she could see that the man had a camera in his hands. She figured he was trying to a photo of her doing something scandalous for the tabloids.

Normally, photographers kept their distance, but this one didn't. And Jaycee couldn't shake the eerie feeling this guy gave her. So, she discreetly took out her phone and called Jake before ducking into a CVS on the corner.

"Jake." She breathed into her phone as she tried to hide from the man. "What's wrong, darlin?" He asked her, sensing the distress in her voice. "A paparazzo is following me. They have been for several blocks. He has a weird vibe, and I can't shake it. I'm at the CVS on the corner of 4th and West. Can you please come get me?" Jaycee asked him.

"Henry and I are on our way now." Jake replied. But before Jaycee could say anything else, she felt a hand clamp down on her shoulder and spin her around.

"Ms. Marchetti, how are you doing?" The man who'd been following her asked as he held his camera up to snap a photo of her. Jaycee panicked. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" She yelled. Jake was still on the phone. He heard her trying to run away while the man chased after her, asking questions and snapping pictures.

"Henry, step on it!" Jake yelled as his head of security raced through the streets. Jaycee tore down the sidewalk like a mad woman, running into people and bumping into curbs. The photographer still followed her and was shouting at her.

"I just want to ask you a few questions!" He yelled, but Jaycee didn't want to be anywhere near that creep.

She turned a few corners and ran down an alley. She thought she was safe until he spotted her. Jaycee didn't have anywhere else to go. She was at a dead end. She was just about to scream when Jake's voice rang out as he yelled for the man to get away from her. He and Henry quickly stepped in between them, using their bodies to block her from his view.

"Listen, pal, I don't know where you get off on following my girl through downtown and putting your hands on her, but I swear to God if you ever do it again, it will be the last thing you ever do." Jake sneered at him.

"I wasn't meaning any harm, Mr. Seresin. I was just trying to get some stuff for the Sun Journal. Honest." He tells Jake.

Jake isn't satisfied with his response. "That doesn't give you the right to put your hands on her or follow her." He tells the paparazzo.

Henry looks over his shoulder at Jake, who nods to him. Henry then reaches forward and grabs the man's camera. He snaps the lens off before ejecting the memory card and snapping it in and throwing everything on the ground and stepping on it.

"Well, you and I both know that the Sun Journal isn't exactly top news. I didn't think she's agree to a sit down with me. But even though she didn't answer my questions, I got some great shots of her running through the people looking crazy. And a few in the pharmacy. I'll just cook something up." He chuckles.

"What photos?" Jake says as he stares the man down.

"You can't do that!" The man screeches.

"And you can't grab people without their permission. Now, if I were you, I'd get the hell out of here before Henry causes you to meet the same fate as your equipment." Jake states.

The photographer opens his mouth to argue but runs away before he does.

Jake immediately softens and turns to Jaycee. "Darlin, are you okay?" He asks as he wraps her in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm glad you got here when you did, Jakey. I don't know what I would have done." A few tears slip down her face.

"I'll always be here for you, Jay." Jake reassures her. "C'mon, let's get in the car, I'm taking you back with me." Jake tells her.

Once the two of them are in the car, Jake let's out a long sigh. "Jay, I know you like having your own space, but I think it might be best if you moved in with me." He tells her.

"Jake—I don't think that is really necessary. Today was just a one-time thing. It just caught me off guard. I'll be more careful next time." Jaycee tells him.

"Jaycee, it wasn't really a suggestion. You're moving in with me." Jake says firmly.

"Jake, you can't tell me what to do. I'm an adult who is capable of making her own decisions." Jaycee shoots back.

"Jay, I understand that, but I need to make sure you're safe. I can't do that if you aren't with me. If you live in the White House, I can make sure you have round the clock security so nothing like this ever happens again. I mean, what if Henry and I hadn't gotten there when we did? Something bad could have happened to you. Jaycee, I don't want to take away your independence, I just want to make sure you're safe. I love you, and I care about you, and I would lose my mind if something happened to you." Jake explains to her.

"Jake, I hear you, and I hear your concerns, but—I just—moving in together is a big step. And the White House? If I live there, I have to give up my job at The Post. My journalistic integrity goes out the door. I mean, I'm up for a Washington Women in Journalism Award for my piece on the treatment of the modern woman in the workforce. I knew dating you would come with sacrifices, but it's still hard. She tells him.

"I know. And it's not fair. We knew that there would be struggles going public. I just didn't expect them to happen so quickly. Jaycee, you know I'd never ask you to give up your life for me. I couldn't do that to you." Jake takes her hands in his. "Maybe I jumped the gun with the whole living together thing. Maybe we could—"

"You're right." Jaycee stops him with a long. "What?" Jake looks at her confused. "What you said about safety and privacy and protecting me. You're right. As much as i hare to admit it." She explains. Jake softens. "What if we did a trial run. A few weeks, maybe. Just to see how it goes. Can we compromise at that?" Jake asks her.

"No. I want to move in with you, Jake. I love you, and I know that you really do want what's best for us—for me." Jaycee smiled at him.

"Really? Are you sure?" Jake checks with her.

"Yeah, I'm sure Jakey. Y/N has been trying to convince me for months. She wants me to be the head of White House PR anyway." Jaycee laughes

Jake joins her and laces his fingers through hers. "So this is a big step." He sighs out.

"I know. But it's a good big step." Jaycee assures him.

The next few days are spent getting her belongings collected. You're over the moon that Jaycee is going to be living in the same space as you again. The day she officially calls the White House home, you pull Jake aside and remind him that even though he is the vice president, you'll kill him if he ever hurts your best friend He knows you aren't kidding.

Later that night, the two of them lay in bed, making small talk. And in that moment, both of them realize that any reservations they had are gone. This is it for them, and right now, they are exactly where they want to be.

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[lulu2992]

The maps of the Seeds’ bunkers are almost ready to be posted! But first, I want to explain something about floors and stairs because I think it’s a bit confusing (and figuring that out took me some time).

There are three main types of stairs used in the bunkers. In the Arcade Editor, they are called “SILO STAIRS 01”, “SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS”, and “CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS”. Here they are in this order in John’s Gate, inside of Jacob’s Armory, and outside of it:

Sometimes, signs tell you where you are in the bunkers, like in the examples below in Jacob’s Armory (the Storage Room is on level 2 and the Mess Hall on Floor -01) and in John’s Gate (here, you are in SILO C and on Floor -05).

The game considers that every time you use a staircase, you go up or down one floor. That sounds logical... but that’s not exactly true.

The problem, as I’ve come to realize, is that the stairs aren’t all the same size and that SILO STAIRS 01 is actually twice as high as the other two! So if we consider that we go down/up one floor when we use SILO STAIRS 01, it turns out we only go down/up 0.5 floor when we use SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS or CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS.

As you can see below, you need to assemble two SILO CORRIDOR STAIRS or two CATWALK CONCRETE STAIRS to equate to one SILO STAIRS 01.

It makes sense, in fact, since SILO STAIRS 01 has 20 steps and the other two only have 10, but they apparently didn’t always take that into account when they numbered the floors in the Seeds’ bunkers.

So the rule isn’t 1 staircase = 1 floor as the game suggests; the rule I’ve decided to follow for my maps is 5 steps = 0.25 floor. Because yes, in some (rare) cases, there also are quarters of floors, like in the entrance to John’s Gate (called SILO ENTRANCE UNDERGROUND in the Arcade Editor):

Anyway, that’s basically how stairs work in the bunkers! This post also explains why you’ll see half-levels and sometimes even fourths of levels on my maps, and why my floor numbers don’t always match the ones the game gives us :’)

[aboyshapeddog]

WIP ⚠️

Staci “No Survival Instincts” Pratt’s Night Out

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, Smut, Alchohol Use, NonCult Au, Jacob is a Creep, Rough S*x, BDSM, Bondage, Biting, Age Difference (duh), Knives, Toys

Spending his off nights in the local bar had become more of a routine than an outing. Less getting dressed up, more finding the cleanest shirt left in his hamper not too threadbare to wear in public. One beer into his solo pregame, after catching his reflection in the admittedly dirty mirror, it struck him. Staci Pratt was too young for this shit, to be throwing his night away like he’s got nothing better to do. 

So he straightened out, showered, spritzed on a little too much cologne, and combed back his hair so it curled neatly behind his ears. Tonight the very off-duty Deputy would allow himself a real night out; a night in some thigh hugging jeans, and an appropriately too tight t-shirt, even if it meant Joey spending half the time ribbing him for it. So, he was back on track to the Spread Eagle, but decidedly not to mope and nurse a glass whatever they had on tap for the next hour. 

It was dingy and dark when he arrived, the air had a permanent heaviness from smoke, and the smell of stale beer. The nostalgia almost let him disregard the way his shoes would stick to the floor in some areas, from the copious amounts of spilled drinks that found their way to the old wood. Joey had somehow convinced the Junior Deputy, and Sharky Boshaw to come out with her for a night of real partying, perfect. Staci was three drinks in before he agreed to some old fashioned two stepping with his fellow deputies, four before the banda music started sounding like a personal call to action, and five before right now; feeling the rhythm beating in his chest, Staci attempted some kind of lasso move with the just as inebriated Deputy Hudson- then boom.

They were both slingshotted in opposite directions with enough momentum to send Joey into the loving drink-filled embraces of Rook and Sharky, and Staci into- Huh, that wall he bumped into was interestingly placed . . . and moving, oh man. Even swaying on his feet, Staci did his best to reflect the character of the friendly neighborhood Deputy, “Oh I’m real sorry, Sir I did not see you there”, his face was hot from the drinks and embarrassment, his drawl becoming much more pronounced with each.

This was new, there weren’t many people in the county that Officer Pratt wouldn’t immediately recognize, it just came with the territory of living and working in such a secluded area, and here was this big, big, man, fiery hair, thick beard to match, and ice cold eyes, this was a face he would’ve remembered. The Deputy lifted his hands in a no-harm-done gesture, drinking in the sight of the massive man now looming above him, who didn’t seem to react. The stranger stood still, looking the younger man up and down very slowly, before grunting an acknowledgement. Staci blinked a few times, deciding the interaction had indeed ended, turning back to his party. “Jesus Stace, next rodeo they’re hosting I’ll have to tell them to forget the bull and just call you.” Joey snickered, egging a round of laughter from the group. “Oh ha ha, Joey. While you’re on the phone, why don’t you call up Whitehorse and report the illegal construction of the Splash Zone you’re cultivating over here." The tense energy of the situation seemed to evaporate immediately, each of them feeding off the other’s excitement.

Alright, not gonna ruin his night! Well, it wouldn’t have if he wasn’t so damn clumsy. It had been close to another hour before Staci made the mistake of running into the stranger again, almost literally. A bit too much commitment to a save in the alcohol fueled “Hope County Sheriff’s Department Ping Pong Tournament” (with celeb serves from Sharky) sent him stumbling straight into the same guy as before, was this karma? 

Time seemed to move a second faster than his brain could catch up with. The man grabbed him by his shirt collar, large hot hands closing their distance fast, “Are you looking for a fight, kid?” he growled and it showed his sharp white teeth. For a second neither moved a muscle, piercing blue eyes locking on to his own; Staci could feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the alcohol, his cologne, and skin. Their noses could have touched, and the closeness made him shiver. Joey immediately made a move to step in, always the protector, before Staci waved her off with a quick nod and a sheepish smile. His heart was beating out of his chest, “No Sir, listen I’m real sorry about that-” he was interrupted “Yeah, you said that.” The man’s previously full whisky glass had found itself empty, dispersed between the bartop and his freshly soaked t-shirt. “Hey listen I don’t mean any trouble, really.” Staci reasoned, offering a charming grin as he pressed both hands to the man's wide chest for leverage. “You seem like a, uh, reasonable man. My place is five minutes from here, how about we grab you a new shirt, and-and I'll grab you another drink alright? Sounds square to me.”

The larger man considered it for a moment, visibly relaxing and releasing his hold, “Yeah. Alright.” he grunted. Thank God for small favors, and of course work mandated de-escalation training. Staci smiled again, this time with genuine ease “Alright alright, my cars on this side of the lot, Mr. . .” he paused, turning around to look at his soon to be house guest as he led them both to the door. “Jacob.” he said curtly, “And you’re not driving, even if you weren’t tripping over your own ass just a second ago.” Ouch. He scoffed “Well, we might as well walk then, I just saw you with a drink in your hand just a minute ago, didn’t I?”. Jacob was just as quick on his feet, “Well Columbo, due to some unforeseen circumstances I didn’t really get to drink it.” Oh. Right. Staci was red again.

The Deputy waved quickly and gestured toward the door for Rook, who gave him a comically serious salute, and went right back to riling up Hudson and Boshaw with more trash talk. Joey’s voice echoed through the bar as the two strangers made it through the door “You take that back you son of a bitch or this paddle’s going right up your-” They’d probably be going home together tonight.

 Staci had sobered up a little by now, thanks to the glasses of water Hudson had practically force fed him throughout their game, and the icy night air outside the bar. “Alright big guy, looks like you’re driving. I’ll just direct you, it's not too far down the main road.” Staci could see his breath when he talked. “Good.” Staci turned to look at the man- turned to look at Jacob and found his gaze already met, those shiny white teeth on display again. Something twisted warmly in his stomach, he smiled back and let out a short uneasy laugh. The Deputy couldn't help but feel like he caught a fox about to sneak into the hen house, “Yeah. Good, alright”.

 It was a short drive, but between the passing beams of headlights Staci still had enough time to think about how stupid it was to give big, violent, strangers armed with 6-inch hunting knives your home address. “Yeah and just a right down here.” Oh well. His house looked smaller from the windshield of the truck, glowing under the headlights’ beam like a beacon in the surrounding woods. “Here we are.” Staci chirped, hopping down and out of the vehicle. He took a few seconds with his keys, practiced hands maneuvering around his loaded key ring like a pianist. “Home sweet home” Staci said more to himself than his guest, “I wasn’t really expecting company so it’s uh- well it is what it is.” 

Jacob allowed himself to be silently herded through the entryway to the kitchen, taking in the organized chaos. “You’re welcome to anything in the fridge, drinks, um yeah. I’ll be right back with something that’ll fit you.” The host excused himself politely. He rummaged through his drawers as quickly as possible, he thought of Jacob’s curled arm holding him in place, his shoulders, biceps, everything were huge . . . Not exactly the point Staci back on track, what did he have with such forgiving sleeves? He walked out of his bedroom talking, “Sir or uh, Jacob, I hope you’re alright with this. I don’t think I’ve got much in your size.” His voice trailed off as he re-entered the kitchen, eyes landing on two faux crystal glasses sitting on the countertop and his cheap bottle of bourbon next to them. 

He didn’t have a minute to consider the offer before Jacob was removing his shirt; light cotton stretching over taut muscles and skin. Staci short-circuited. “Wa- hold on a minute-”, his pleas fell on deaf ears. He watched as the red-head finished removing his still damp t-shirt, and reached out for the fresh one; which Staci could have handed over if he wasn’t occupied charting the map of the other man’s torso. “See something you like?” Jacob teased sarcastically, but he was right. “I get it, most people haven’t seen scars this big before.” the older man reasoned, pulling a tight top from the Deputy’s loose grasp and over his chest. Staci stumbled to close his mouth and find his words again. “No. I mean, Ye- I don't mean, uh, I’m sorry it’s not polite to stare, you're just ripped.” Fuck his big mouth, he couldn’t play it casual if his life depended on it. There was a beat of silence and Staci contemplated leaving his own house out of embarrassment. Staci took a breath, “What I mean is-” Jacob interrupted him again, thank God “What you mean is, you invited me under false pretenses, Deputy.” Yes. Wait, No. What? “That’s alright sweetheart, you’re a pretty little thing I’m not bothered by it.” Jacob reasoned.

“Sidling up to me at the bar, inviting me back to yours to get my wet clothes off, I should’ve seen right through that good samaritan schtick.” The stranger needled at Pratt, watching him get more flustered with every word, he didn’t even remember telling this guy he was a deputy. “Now you hold on a minute, I was just trying to-” Jacob was right in his space again, looming over him, filling all of his senses, it made him shy under the scrutiny. “I just wanted to make up for giving you a hard time at the bar.” he said, creating just enough space between them to get a good look at Jacob, “Not that I’d mind sharing a drink with you.”. They were still close, barely a foot between them, the sound of each other's breaths becoming the loudest thing in the small house. 

The scent of Jacob’s cologne felt more intoxicating than anything Staci had sampled earlier, he stepped closer. “And uh, I’m a pretty little thing?” Staci preened a little under the praise that had been doted on him. “Oh sure.” Jacob took Staci’s chin in his hand, “Well, when you’re not spilling a drink on me, you’re so sweet you make sugar taste like salt.” Staci scoffed at that, and went to turn his head away. Jacob’s grip tightened slightly, holding Staci where he was, holding their eyes on one another’s, Staci let him. “Tell me, Is a drink all you wouldn’t mind sharing with me?” Jacob’s voice was so low in his throat it could’ve been a growl, and Staci’s body reacted like it was one; starting at the nape of his neck, every little hair oh him came to stand on end.

The younger man’s cheeks flushed, now he was trying to think of a single reason he should say no. In the place of an answer, Staci leaned in slowly, studying Jacob’s face some more before pressing a soft plush kiss to his lips. Then another, and another, slightly parting his lips as he moved to the corner of Jacob’s mouth. The older man stood still, staring down at Staci as he moved from peppering soft kisses to his cheek to his knuckles, then the inside of the palm of the hand that had just been pressed under his chin. Jacob struck then, like a viper; in one fluid motion removing his hand from Staci’s, and squeezing his cheeks between his thumb, middle, and index fingers.

Then, as quickly as Staci recognized their change of pace, he felt a hot tongue lick across his open mouth. “dios mio” he breathed. Jacob had already pulled back, admiring Staci’s flushed pink face and wet lips. He gripped the younger man tighter, “Is this what you want, I don’t play gentle, kid.” Staci felt faint, like he was falling under hypnosis “uh, y-yeah.” His heart pounded in his chest. “Good.”

Jacob was on him like a wild animal, biting into kisses, sucking his tongue, and the air from his lungs. Staci gripped Jacob’s (actually his own) t-shirt to keep him steady, nearly losing his balance as he was ravaged by the larger man before him.

His trance was only broken as Jacob pulled his wet lips away to focus on unbuckling his belt from his pants; as Jacob leaned back he watch a strand of saliva connecting their mouths snap in the air, it made him dizzy. Staci’s eagerness forced him to reach down to help undo the belt; his hands were batted away just as fast, and he was turned around. “I’m in charge, you wait.” Jacob’s voice brooked no argument.

So Staci had none when the belt made its way around his wrists, or when he was lovingly hostage walked down the hall to his bedroom with Jacob breathing down his neck.

“Bend Over.” the older man commanded, placidly, like he was saying ‘Hello’. Staci felt himself being pushed into position on his bed anyways, like a dog learning a command by force. With a firm hand Jacob then yanked down the deputy’s tight jeans, revealing lacy pink panties. “Oh, Staci. They must’ve sent you from heaven.” Jacob sighed, sliding a finger under the lace lined elastic and pulling it back to snap it against the skin, then moving to caress his ass like it was the world in his hands. “Ya know, kid,” Jacob started, groping the younger man as he spoke “I’m a little surprised you’d let a stranger tie you up like this.” His large hands moved around Staci’s waist, smoothing over the soft skin there and settling just above the brunette’s hips. “A big, mean, stranger.” The red head pulled the hips in his hands flush against his own, hard, smiling as Staci’s muscles flexed beneath him. The smaller man could no doubt feel the sizable bulge pressed between his cheeks. “I could do anything to you.” He growled.

The words processed in Staci’s mind a moment later, lost in the sensations, there was that hot, uneasy, feeling again. “Oh- oh yeah, and what are you gonna to do to me?” he asked, shifting his hips backwards against the larger man, and Jacob seemed to consider.

The silence hung heavy in the air between them, Staci waiting waiting waiting, listening to the rustling of clothes behind him. Then the skin of teeth pressing gently to the back of his neck, his body jerked at the contact, Jacob blew out a laugh. “I’m gonna..” a kiss was pressed to his neck, “Huff” kiss “And puff” kiss “And blow your house down.” Staci squirmed as the hot breath condensed on his neck, and belly laughed. “What the fuck man, you are so weird.” Jacob rumbled a laugh behind him, but when he tried to turn around, his head was pressed back into the mattress.

Jacob’s rough hands spread his legs, squeezing the bulge in his panties. Staci’s legs folded beneath him, moaning at the contact, God it had been a while. Luckily Jacob was holding him steady, moving to smooth the heel of his palm down over the expanse of Staci’s back. “But first.” Staci’s ears perked up at the sound of his voice, “I’m gonna eat you alive.” This guy was such a creep. Jacob rolled him over then, Staci’s brows were knitted but a smile sat lazily on his face.

Jacob held his eye contact, slowly kneeling in front of the smaller man, and slotting his bearded face between muscular thighs. He kissed there too, hot and open mouthed to Staci’s clothed dick, then chaste and delicate, focusing entirely on the smooth skin of his inner thighs. He covered them in hard sucking kisses, nips, then bites, and licks to soothe them over. Staci’s legs spasmed, pink and purple bruises blooming on the sensitive skin while all he could do was pant, whine, and shift his weight so he wasn’t crushing his own fingers. “Fuck Jacob” he panted, and bit his lips closed, embarrassed by how needy he sounded.

The older man didn’t seem to mind, taking some pity and pulling out his massive hunting knife. He caught Staci’s eye as he sliced through the thin fabric of his panties in one motion, exposing him to the cool air of the bedroom. Pratt panted harder, heart racing, and cock jumping as Jacob ran the cool flat end of the knife from his base to his tip. The reflective silver glinted in the moonlight, entrancing the deputy in the same manner as Jacob’s blue eyes and shiny white canines.

Jacob hummed, sliding the knife back into its sheath and taking one hand to slide Staci’s shirt up, his skin rough against the deputy’s soft belly. Then back down, slowly, slowly, to the tip of his cock. Jacob pressed two fingers against the wet head, hooking a thumb around him and rubbing hard over the precum forming delicate pearls on the tip. Staci keened loud, cutting himself off with a gasp, when Jacob gave a wet kiss to his member. Then he licked slowly up the length to suck on the tip, hard. “Jesus Christ, Jacob.” Staci allowed his head to fall back and mouth open, desperate noises flowing out of him with every movement. The larger man bobbed up and down, sucking and swallowing all the way. “Oh God.” Staci whined high in his throat, straining to lean upwards and watch Jacob as he worked. Jacob was the same, he drank in every twitchy noise, every shift of his hips for more, more. He fed on the helplessness of it, poor thing stuck on his back with tied hands, then he pulled off of Staci’s cock.

“You got any lube?” he asked, voice rough with wanting and use. “Uh- yeah yeah.” Staci stuttered out, breathing heavy and trying again to sit up before settling on his back, “It’s um, I have some on the nightstand over there.” He directed with his head. Jacob lumbered out of view, and the deputy craned his neck for a moment trying to keep him in a line of sight, before deciding he could wait. “You have any dildos?” Jacob asked, again rough, but almost deadpan like it was the most mundane question he’d asked all night. “Yeah, yes.” Staci paused, feeling exposed, embarrassed, and still achingly hard; now red and spit wet against his own stomach. “Uh it’s in the top left drawer of the dresser, but uh-” then Jacob was rustling through his drawers.

The older man let out a low whistle, holding up another pair of panties, even skimpier than the last; Staci hid his face in his shoulder, “Very nice, Staci.” Jacob mumbled to himself, bringing his spoils back to the edge of the bed. The larger man pumped some lubricant into his hand, warming it between his fingers, before inserting two. Staci moaned, arching his back off the bed, and spreading his pink bitten legs wide to accommodate the intrusion of such big fingers. “Fuck.” He sighed again, trying to relax himself into the slow rhythm of his partners fingers, as they sunk deeper knuckle by knuckle. After adjusting, the deputy began to slowly push back on the other man’s hand, forcing his thick fingers to rock deeper in and out of himself with every thrust. “Atta Boy” Jacob whispered, and Staci almost lost it in the obscene sounds of his generously lubricated fingers squelching in and out of his hole. “Please God, Jake-uh just fuck me.” Jacob moved slowly, twisting and curling his fingers in the tight heat, monitoring Staci’s every twitch and movement. He hummed “Whatever you say sweetheart.” Finally, pulling out his fingers and wiping them on Staci’s tender thighs.

The older man admired the sight in front of him as he lubed up Staci’s dildo “A little small isn’t it?” He asked. “N-not really?” Staci mumbled; if this was small what was he packing? It was a similar length to his own dick, matte black, thinner, but it got the job done. “Hm.” Jacob grunted, lining up with Staci’s hole and fucking him slowly, first pushing in through tight twitching muscle all the way to the hilt, and pulling out until just the tip was covered. “Look at you.” Jacob praised; free hand rubbing up and down Staci’s chest, massaging his exposed skin, and moving down to his neglected dick. He pumped both at once, building a rhythm and picking up speed as he slid up and down the deputy’s cock and twisted in and out of his ass. Staci’s body was singing, hips stuttering, and arms flexing tight against their bonds. “Please, Jay. Can you. Dios Mio. Faster.” Staci’s breaths were heaving, his stomach and hips moved involuntarily, contracting and relaxing, as he tried to piece together a sentence. “Hmm.” Jacob feigned consideration, furrowing his eyebrows as he continued to work Staci like he was weighing the pros and cons of some arduous dilemma, before clicking his tongue in a sort of tsk. “I don’t think so, Staci. l like the look of you like this veeery much.” He smiled. Bastard. Staci was layed out on his back; arms restricted and flexing under his flush and glistening body, writhing under Jacob’s every touch, it crossed his mind only then that that edge was exactly what Jacob wanted, it was torture. Jacob, equally sweaty; devoured every moment like a three course meal, eyes dark and hungry, thick veins protruding from his fingers to his elbows, straining under the perpetual motion. He kept Staci on the edge like that, so much stimulation, so much blinding pleasure but just enough to keep him on the precipice.

It felt like an eternity before Jacob pulled the dildo out of him again, running a rough thumb over his wet, gaping, hole. It made his body go limp. “Yeah you look ready for it. You’re ready for it aren’t you sweetheart?” Staci whimpered in response, he felt so tender everywhere, like he’d already cum and this man was just using his over sensitive body. Jacob continued to thumb his hole roughly, slipping in and out just to watch Staci swallow him up, and the younger man flex and twitch on his fingers. His other hand, unzipped and pulled himself out of his jeans, throbbing. He was still fully dressed down to his boots, and Staci’s t shirt, it was a lovely juxtaposition in his opinion. The larger man sucked in air through his teeth as he worked the cool lubricant up and down his hot cock.

“Now you’re gonna help me take care of this aren’t you, Peaches? .” Jacob prefaced his movements, and Staci nodded feverishly in agreement like he could do anything else at this point, but take exactly what he was given. Then his cock was flattened against his stomach, and legs pressed together and positioned against Jacob’s shoulder. The older man rubbed appreciatively down the length of his tanned legs, caressing his hands down the sides of the deputy’s thighs, and hooking them around his hips to position his body right over the edge of the bed.

Jacob lined himself up and slipped his head in with ease; Staci blew out a shaky breath through his teeth, even with the excessive prep Jacob was much larger than his dildo. He didn’t waste any time, pushing himself deeper and deeper until Staci was completely full, and then until their hips connected. “Fuck Jacob. You’re- hmm so big.” Staci babbled, he could feel the stretch inside himself, it burned and curled hot in his stomach. Jacob moved slow again at first, watching for Staci’s expressions as he moved minutely in and out, catching when his eyes seemed to go blank and he’d let out a brainless “Uhnn.” That was it. “That’s right Staci, just like that.” He picked up his pace, fucking harder and faster, rutting into Staci’s tight heat and stimulating his prostate. The younger man’s legs shook, even from where Jacob had them pinned, he knew exactly what he was doing. “Jake-Jacob I’m uhn.” He couldn’t take it, Jacob kept his pace, hitting that same sweet spot as Staci drooled onto his bedsheets. “Mierda. I’m gonna-” Jacob fucked his fist fast on Staci’s neglected dripping cock, “Good boy. That’s it, cum for me.” And it was instant, shooting sticky ropes over stomach and chest, coating Jacob’s fingers and the bottom of his t shirt. The older man milked every drop out of him, squeezing slowly from base to tip over and over as Staci begged for reprieve. “Oh God. It’s too much. Please it’s-uhn.” The last spurts coated them both, and Staci layed back boneless, still twitching with aftershocks.

“Sorry Darlin’ you’re not done yet.” Jacob almost sounded apologetic and he continued to fuck deep into the deputy’s used hole, stretching Pratt’s limp body wide over his thick cock like a sex doll. Every thrust pushed an abused whine out of Staci, still nailing his prostate and overstimulating his wrecked hole. Jacob pressed a delicate kiss to Staci’s calf on his shoulder, as he rolled his hips in to thrust deeper, another quiet apology. Then the older man was sliding one large hand up his chest, pushing his cum stained t shirt up with it to expose his heaving bust.

Jacob groped him while he fucked, wetting fingertips with his tongue to pinch his hard nipples. “Jacob, Please.” Staci begged, he didn’t know what he was begging for. “Oh honey, I told you I play rough. This too rough for you?” Jacob tutted condescendingly, before picking up his speed, and gripping both of the deputy’s hips. “Fuck you’re so tight. God damn.” He sighed between grunts. The wet slapping of their bodies and the deputy’s high moans grew louder and louder, Staci was worried his neighbors might hear. As if hearing his concerns, Jacob spoke up again, “Don’t worry, you’re almost- hmm finished. Now where-“ Jacob had to pause his chatter to catch his breath, pistoning in and out of the younger man like a machine, “Where do you want it.” It took Staci a second to comprehend the question. It was such a dirty question; dirty like a man tying you up and fucking you with a dildo, dirty like cumming from a stranger calling you a good boy.

“Cum in me, please.” So dirty. He sounded like a chick in a porno, but he couldn’t help it, he wanted Jacob to fuck him full of it. It had the same effect on his partner, his brows furrowing and eyes falling shut, moaning and grunting loud with every thrust. “Fucking cum in you.” Jacob whispered to himself half in disbelief, “Fuck. Yeah, yeah I’m gonna breed your little hole like I own you.” Staci’s cock jumped again, standing up to half mast between them and Jacob’s fist was around it like lightening. “Is that what you want, hmm?” Staci didn’t know what he was asking but he wanted it all. He nodded fast, biting his lips to quiet himself. The deputy could barely think straight, brain fuzzing around the edges.

“Yeah of course you do, you’re fucking perfect. Perfect, taking all that for me. Such a Good Boy for me huh?” Jacob lathered him in praises, grunting louder between every phrase, kissing up and down the deputy’s pointed legs. Staci whimpered every breath away. “So. Fuck-“ Jacob’s breathing became shallower, hips falling out of rhythm, “So fucking tight.” He moaned leaning over Staci, practically folding him in half. His thrusts became shallower as well, only pulling out enough to ram his tip against the deputy’s most sensitive nerves. Then “Fuck.” Staci’s hips were in a vice grip, bruising purple thumbprints into his tender flesh as he was held, Jacob as deep in him as possible. The older man’s mouth hung open, eyes closed as his cock twitched, spurting load after load of white hot semen inside of Staci.

They stayed there for a minute, Jacob balls deep and panting heavily onto Staci, before slowly, slowly pulling out to the tip. His cum dripped out with every inch, glazing Staci’s thighs as he finally popped out completely. The deputy whimpered at the loss, already aching and sore. “Shit, kid.” Jacob sighed, unceremoniously wiping himself and tucking himself back into his jeans. When he looked again, Staci’s brows were still furrowed. His stomach was tight and cock once again flush. “Greedy little thing aren’t you?” Jacob chastised, “That’s alright, I’ve got you.” Staci didn’t even want to think about it, so used and over sensitive, if he could even cum again. Jacob didn’t seem to think of it as a question. He moved onto the bed behind the younger man, sitting him up and untying the belt from his tender arms; Jacob smiled to himself, admiring his handiwork, that was gonna leave a mark.

Staci’s relaxation was palpable, he groaned with appreciation, flexing his arms and wrists, and leaving backwards as Jacob supported his weight. “I’ve got you.” He repeated as he hooked his arms under Staci’s and went right for his cock. One hand held his freshly bruised thighs open, and the other pumped and twisted over the head, savoring the wet sounds it produced sliding through his fist. Staci’s moans were music to his ears, loud now, not caring about neighbors or dignity; Staci cried out in wanton, whiny, needy bursts, overtaken by the sensations, he could still feel Jacob dripping out of his hole. It didn’t take long to get him to the edge again, hips stuttering and jerking into Jacob’s fist, mouth hanging open near silently as the Staci hid his face in the older man’s neck. Then “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” He was shaking, shooting all over Jacob’s fist again, fucking through it as he lost control.

Jacob wiped his fingers on his (actually Staci’s) shirt, taking it off and cleaning down Staci’s stomach, and delicately down his cock. Jacob got up then, laying his partner down carefully as he made his way to the edge of the bed. He rubbed the cotton over Staci’s hole, gently again, then pushing down on the deputy’s stomach and forcing the semen inside of him to squirt out. Staci whined and covered his face, and Jacob wiped up the rest; staying another moment between his kiss bruised, cum shiny, thighs.

“Fucking- take a picture it’ll last longer.” Staci quipped, half annoyed and half turned on by this man’s odd infatuation with every part of him, “Can I?” Jacob asked, ignoring the joking tone, admiring the view. “Wh- fuck no.” Staci closed his legs, fully embarrassed, drawing himself up and pulling his rumpled t shirt back into place. The older man smiled up at him, “Fair enough.” He walked closer to where Staci’s head lay, breathing deeply and leaning down to hold the younger man’s chin “Ya know you’re really cute when you’re angry.” Staci’s eyes could’ve rolled out of his head, tearing his face away to push himself up out of his prone position, fuck he was sore. “Yeah yeah, I’m a catch all around. Where did you put my jeans.” Jacob laughed at that, finding the crumpled up denim hidden in a corner on the floor.

Jacob grabbed them and held them out to Staci, who stood up to meet him. When Staci grabbed ahold of them, the larger man yanked the crumpled fabric to his side closing their distance. “You sound pretty cocky kid, you wouldn’t be ready for a round 3 would you?” his voice was a low growl again, it made Staci flush all over. He could barely stand as it was, he felt himself shrink a little in shame, running a hand through his tussled hair, and leaning down to pull his jeans up “Uh no-not tonight, I don’t think.” Jacob laughed then, a belly laugh, and it embarrassed Staci further knowing it was a joke. “Well” Jacob smiled that smile that twisted his insides “I’ll just have to have you another night.” Staci tried not to let it shake his confidence this time, leading his guest back to the kitchen with pride like the guy hadn’t had him begging and drooling over himself minutes ago. “I guess you will.”

As they made it to the entrance, Jacob loomed over him, taking up the doorway. “How about your number so we can do this again?” Staci couldn’t help but feel charmed by him. “Sure.” He said, reaching for his phone and typing his number in a bit too fast to appear nonchalant. Then setting his first name to ‘Staci Pratt <3’ and his last to ‘Bar’. “Now you’re not trying to pawn me off with a wrong number here, are you?” Jacob teased. Staci pushed him out the door smiling, “Hell no. Now would you get to your damn truck, or do you need a chaperone?” Jacob smiled too, looking Staci up and down “I might.” God this guy. Staci grabbed his hand and walked him up to the truck, butterflies curled in his stomach and he felt like a schoolgirl, letting go as they got to the drivers side door “Goodnight Jacob.” he sing songed, and he felt a hand on slide up his shoulder. Jacob was mapping his face with his eyes, landing over and over on his lips, Staci did the same. Jacob leaned down then and kissed him, pulling him close and taking his breath away; then pulling away, leaving him reeling, and panting in the driveway. “Goodnight Staci.” GOD this guy.

Staci watched the truck pull away, bewitched. He carried himself back to his home, getting undressed once again, tidying up and taking a quick hot shower, too exhausted to preform any other steps of a nighttime routine. Staci curled up in his sheets, incredibly sore, and ready to feel worse the next day, when his phone buzzed.

UNKNOWN NUMBER:

Made it home. I may have a few things of yours.

UNKOWN NUMBER:

(a photo attachment of his stained t shirt Jacob had borrowed laying out on a bed, and another of his panties hanging from Jacob’s fingers)

Staci Pratt <3 Bar:

you stole my underwear ??

UNKNOWN NUMBER:

They must have slipped into my pocket. They’re very pretty, Staci.

Staci Pratt <3 Bar:

pervert.

Staci Pratt <3 Bar:

i’m free this friday if you want to bring them back

UNKNOWN NUMBER:

It’s a date.

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Avatar Verse details 👀 pt.1

(Unorganized, might fix later lol)

NEW NA'VI CLAN KAMEYWA (Pronounced Kam-ey-wah)

Cave people!! White/grey/pinkish complexions, skin lightened and lost pigment over time.

While the Kameywa people can speak, they often choose not to due to the sound bouncing off the cave walls being harsh on their overly sensitive ears. While above ground (usually to hunt) they have intricate hand signaling for nearby and clicking signals for longer distance.

Highly sensitive to light! Spending any amount of time on the surface outside of eclipse is very dangerous. Their skin and eyes could get severely burned.

Shorter than most Na'vi. While others range around 9-10ft tall, the Kameywa average 8-9ft. The tallest of theirs would match the shortest of other clans.

They've developed better smell and hearing to make up for their lack of sight underground. As a result, their ears and noses tend to be larger while their eyes are mostly smaller.

Naming system always has a first name and a family name, then the clan name. For example, their leader is Olo'eyktan Ye'saf Rina'Kameywa. (Rina'-meaning Seed. It's Joseph Seed. He's grey.) Their title is also always first, if they have one.

Artists by trade! Surrounded by beautiful minerals, gems and rocks, the Kameywa people have devoted large portions of time to creating intricate beadwork for clothes and jewelry. The more clothing worn, the higher status the na'vi.

^The increase in cultural significance of clothing overtime has led to a more modest culture than most Na'vi. If you were to walk around their cave in traditional Omatikaya clothes, you'd be told to cover up. (<rudely, might I add)

Speaking of rude, being loud is rude. Laughing loudly, crying audibly, arguing, it's all frowned upon. For good reason, sure, but it's still quite hard to keep emotions when you can't share them.

HIGHLY territorial. NOT welcoming to outsiders, regardless of where they came from. Even if other cave people were to ask for shelter, if no one could vouch for them, they'd be strung up outside as a warning.

Hunting parties, led by Eytanay (meaning hunting party leader) Ya'akon Rina'kameywa (Jacob wooo), can only go out during eclipse. The cave mouth is secluded from other Na'vi clans, however venturing into the forest is dangerous for many reasons. Because of this, certain important people (cough chiefs daughter cough) are not allowed outside ever. (Haha thats not gonna lead to plot...Right..?)

Their spiritual leader, Tireafya'o Yon’netem Rina'kameywa (tireafya’o-”spirit path”), is not Ye'saf's wife, but rather his younger brother (It's John, those close to him shorten his name to Yon') After the loss of his Tsahìk, Ye'saf took the mantle of Spiritual Leader for himself, being both Tsahìk and Olo'eyktan, creating a new title for his younger brother to lead alongside the other Rina'kameywas.

The Olo'eyktan has one daughter. Eh’din Rina'kameywa'ite. ('ite meaning daughter) She's more feminine in this verse. Weaker, quieter, less angry. Like unrecognizable almost oops.

The people believe they're closer to Eywa than other clans, living among her root system. (Kame- to see in a spiritual sense, Eywa- the goddess).

There are several grottos that have been blocked off because of natural gas leaks. Some of them are deadly, but a certain green mist causes hallucinogenic effects (It's bliss!)

[theamazinglilskate]

WHO WOULD WIN: cage match

Josh Ramsey, John Seed, and Harry Styles cage match fight to the death. Also the cage is on fire.

Weapons:

Josh- a cucumber that when it gets broken in half turns into a glock. But he dosent know that.

John- a Ziploc bag filled with watermelon seeds that must be open and on him at all times. Every minute the amount of watermelon seeds in the bag doubles

Harry- a ripped poster of himself

Special power ups:

-nuke, if Josh Ramsey gets the glock he can rip the glock in half and get a nuke

-John seed clone, if they manage to kill the audience member "Cameron Jacobs" you can unzip his skin and get a john seed clone that will fight for you

-Jacob seed army of infants, if you get the hot pink sniper and kill Jacob seed you get an army of infants tha will fight for you

-Chris the merch guy beats the shit outta Niall, if you make the 2 get in a fight you can automatically disqualify harry styles

-drown, the entire stadium gets engulfed by watermelon seeds

-homophobia, kill the infant army and you get a homophobic highschooler

PLACE UR BETS NOW

[sephi-seedling-23]

Just Dessert

‘Ooh, Deputy!” a singsong voice came over the radio. You rolled your eyes, you knew exactly who it was, John fucking Seed. Your favorite condescending asshole. “Yes, Johnny Boy?” you responded, your voice trying to match his antagonizing tone.  You and John had a “fun” relationship since coming to Hope County. Out of the three brothers, he was the most interesting and the easiest to annoy. Jacob was too mean for your liking, and well Joseph…...he was Joseph. There was no antagonizing him. Every pestering line, every goofy move you made towards him, he turned into a verbal hostage situation. He leaves you looking for the door. John though took things a little too close to heart. You loved the front he put up. How he sounds like he is in charge, and you allowed him to think that. You could hear a growl on the other side of the radio. “I told you not to call me that,” he responded. With a chuckle that he couldn’t hear, you responded, “And when have I EVER listened to you?” “Oh you will, just give it time,” his voice was seductively threatening. “Goodbye Johnny Boy,” you added quickly. You turned your radio off before he could continue anything.

You made your way across Holland Valley, taking every back road and shortcut you could to avoid Peggie’s. You were on your way to see Nick Rye. The Rye family was one of the first to greet you to this county with open arms. In turn, you vowed to help keep them safe. Though that quickly turned into you becoming Nick’s help around the airport. You helped Kim around the house when needed. “Where is she?!” you heard John's voice yell as you neared the airfield. “Not here,” Nick shot back quickly, “and if she was, I wouldn’t tell you!” John tsked a couple of times. “Oh, Nick. Nick, Nick, Nick. Do you remember what happened the last time you told me no?” Fear flashed in Nick’s eyes. You could see the situation acting out as you hid behind the hangar. You tried to stay as out of sight as possible. You knew that John never played when it came to dealing with the Rye’s. “You’re already greedy about your land. No need to get greedy about your women,” John spoke with a wicked smile on his face. Usually, you would melt on the inside every time he smiled, but this time, you narrowed your eyes. He was threatening your new family.

You wanted to step in and help Nick, but you didn’t want to expose yourself. So, you snuck behind the hangar popped your head around the corner, and did what you could to get Nick’s attention. Giving small hand waves in Infront of your face. You can see Nick’s head slightly to the side. He opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly shook your head and placed a finger over your mouth. Catching on to Nick, John looked around, “Is she here?!” Hiding back around the corner, you held your breath. “She is in the hangar!” He yelled accusingly. He wasn’t sure if that was where the deputy was, but he wasn’t going to take a chance. Quickly Nick jumped in front of John, “No one is in there besides a plane.” Quickly Nick ran ahead of John and his men, quickly trying to close the hangar. John growled, not happy at all. “Fine!” He yelled, defeated, “I will let your family be…for now.” You stayed behind the building listening. You looked around, and not too far from you was a small crate. Trying to think of something that you could do with it, you noticed a skunk. A mischievous smile crossed your face. Snatching the skunk, you placed it in the box, being as quickly as possible, so you don’t get sprayed. You poked your head back around the hangar. Seeing John and his men trying to open the bay door, you hurried to the vehicles. Opening the door to the back seat, you place to crate gently. Backing up, you went to shut the door, and it slammed with a thud. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself.

“Welcome to the party,” John shouted from where he stood. Knowing you were caught, you walked out and played it cool. “Yeah, it took a minute to get here, especially with all your roadblocks,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pry. You casually strolled up to the front of the car and leaned against it. Cultists surrounded you, their guns focused. Hearing Nick open the bay door you smiled. “How’s it going?” You asked Nick, completely disregarding John between you two.  “A bit…busy,” he responded with a chuckle, “you?” “Same,” you said, this time with an audible laugh. “ENOUGH with this…this….,” he threw his hands up, not able to find the right word. “…This charade!” Snapping his fingers, a couple of cultists moved from you to Nick. “Now that I have both of your attentions…again. I can finally get to my point!” he raised his voice sternly. You could see the annoyance in his eyes. You smiled at him sheepishly. Inside you know, one wrong move and your ass was grass, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So, you gave this relaxed calm, and cool exterior. “I want this airfield, and I want it NOW!” he demanded. He turned to Nick and approached him, “You are going to confess to your sin of greed, and give me the keys to your house, plane, and your hangar. Or el-“ “Yoo-hoo,” you yelled from your position. On your finger, you twirled a set of keys. “These?” you gave a mischievous grin, “I will give them to you IF you leave this place and do not bother us for at least a month.” “Two Weeks,” he shot back. “Three weeks,” you threw back. You approached him, ignoring the guards around him. “Two weeks and I give free passage when the baby is born. An escort even,” John said sweetening the deal. He knew that you would run him out of resources if he didn’t give up something good quickly. “DEAL!” Nick yelled, running up to the two of you, almost collapsing at John’s feet. “Fine,” you said watching the scene. You gave John the keys. “Though, I advise you open that shed first,” you pointed at a small shed off in the distance. It was a small green building that looked ready to fall apart. John raised an eyebrow before motioning to the cultist to follow him.

Quickly, you helped Nick to his feet, “Let's get in the house before they find out.” You looked at John one last time before hauling ass. “Before what?” Nick asked. Suddenly you hear a man yell “SKUNK!” followed by John yelling in disgust. You laughed and looked back once inside the home. You could see John’s men running for the vehicles and a pissed-off John following behind them, they all got sprayed. “I switched the keys,” you said, moving to close windows and curtains. Peeking through the front door, you watched the vehicles, waiting for them to disappear. Instead, you watched them vacate the SUVs quickly. You could see a green cloud fill the vehicle in front. John opened the door, almost falling out of the passenger side. "DEPUTY!!" You heard him yell, his voice full of anger. You, Nick, and Kim all fell on the floor, your sides splitting from laughing too hard.  

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

For the WIP Roundup, I am so curious about your story Kakia 😃 Kit in the role of the Mother and Eden's Gate as a little Las Vegas... It's just a great idea !

thank you 💕 here's a snippet from the opening of Jacob's first pov chapter:

Montana…Big Sky Country…The Treasure State… 

Welcome to Hope County. 

A small wooden sign greets all the visitors on the side of the road, it is the only way of knowing that the red pickup truck had finally arrived at its destination after having driven through the nowhere land of open fields outside Missoula, the giant swath of gold that stretched for miles was no more inviting than being lost out in the desert. This was where Jacob Seed had been offered employment with the Sheriff’s Department, taking over from a man named Earl Whitehorse who’d served the county for the last thirty years and who was ready to leave for greener pastures. 

He isn’t driving alone, however. Along with him are his brothers, all three of them needing a change of scenery and a new chance at life after Georgia had done enough to ruin them. Jacob had clawed his way out of homelessness, fighting tooth and nail to survive while living out on the streets of Rome after coming home from war. One of the many forgotten veterans, left to his own devices after he was deemed unfit for duty, he picked himself up by the bootstraps with the help of those willing to work through his trauma at the shelter. His brothers were in dire straits of their own when he found them. But that was then, and this is now. Things are different. Things are hopeful. “A brighter tomorrow” as Joseph likes to keep repeating to them like a mantra. 

Fall’s End was where the Sheriff’s Department for the county was stationed, and for the small town it was made out to be, it certainly doesn’t match the brochure he was given. The lone bar in town has a lineup down the block, businesses are booming, real estate is shifting faster than it’s made available and vehicles travel up and down the strip with youthful faces hanging out of windows shaking bottles of liquor in their hands as they party in broad daylight. 

Wrapping his fingers tightly around the wheel, Jacob squeezes it beneath white knuckles as he shifts his clenched jaw from side to side. It all became clear why Whitehorse was looking to unhitch his cart from this place. What was once quiet, a stop along the way to the bigger city, had since grown in popularity. In its own way, this town was flourishing, but not for a good reason. 

Joseph sits in the passenger seat beside him, his mouth falling agape as they drive past. “My God,” he whispers, stunned by the sight of so much sin so far removed from Las Vegas. 

John follows suit from the back seat as he pushes his sunglasses on to the top of his head, his eyes growing wide at the giant neon sign outside the bar of a scantily clad woman standing atop an eagle. 

In bright pink letters “Spread Eagle” flashes for all to see, calling people to it like a beacon. The heart of immorality in the center of a town that had lost sight of the little slice of harmony it had once stood for.  

Jacob had taken the job in a sleepy little town as a way to give his brothers a second chance away from what ailed them. John had been disbarred, had his wealth and status taken from him for his “youthful” indiscretions and had been court ordered to go to therapy and Narcotics Anonymous for his frivolous lifestyle to get himself clean. Joseph had just been handed a bill of clean health after checking out of the psych ward, grief had crippled him entirely after the loss of his wife and unborn child. They had nothing and no one but each other now, and as their eldest brother it was his duty to look after them the same way he had when they were children.

[rxdhairxdsirxns]

----- TARYN sets up a text for each of the Seed brothers and has a member of the Faithful hand deliver a message to Joseph. Individual messages with unique pictures for each of them. She is in a mood and curious to see who will just teleport into her bedroom.

JOHN

TEXT: [PHOTO ATTACHMENT] TEXT: I can't decide what lingerie matches your sheets the best :(

JACOB

TEXT: [PHOTO ATTACHMENT] TEXT: I keep looking in my car but I can't find that moose caller you lost :(

JOSEPH

[INSERTED PHOTOGRAPH]

Joseph,

The Lord died for our sins, so if we do not sin then he will have died in vain.

Taryn ♡

@general-kalani [ this woman is INSATIABLE I am SO SORRY ]

[derelictlovefool]

She was born...

Character(s): Rachel Jessop/Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Joseph Seed, John Seed, Jacob Seed

Summary: Continuation of this fic! All focusing on our favourite lady <3

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, child abuse, child neglect, Homophobia, Religious themes

Rachel was born gasping for breath, grabbing at the air, writhing and gulping greedily. It was a pitiful sight. She was cradled to an unfeeling chest and her Daemon was held under sharp dark wings. She was swaddled and constricted, arms unable to move and placed in a cold crib out of sight and out of mind. She was alone for a long time, she cried until no more sound came out, it wouldn't be the last time.

Ophelia hid from the adults in the house, she could hear their whispering about her and the looks they shot her. Something was wrong with her, with them. That's what they said. But what wrong could a newborn commit?

When Rachel was one Ophelia started to change, from one form to the next and she never stopped. Every minute it was something new and her parents Daemons hissed and told her to be still. But she couldn't. Rachel couldn't either. She crawled with no destination, grabbed onto the walls and pulled herself up stairs on shaky, pudgy limbs. She fell, many times, but her cries were met with harsh scolding rather than warm reassuring cooes. One fall twisted a bone and she ended up in the hospital, after that a woman would come by once a month to see her and Ophelia.

Rachel liked the woman, she was the reason she got new clothes and toys, even if they got taken away not much later. Ophelia liked the woman's Daemon, he was a kind old Bassett hound who didn't bat her away when she swiped at his ears playfully. They eventually came around less and less until they were nothing but a foggy memory. As she grew she had a lot of foggy memories, blurred faces with garbled names that became nothing but static in her ears.

When Rachel was four she got taken to a daycare, she liked it there. She liked playing in the sand pit and having food to eat that wasn't days old crackers and burnt bacon. Ophelia didn't like it as much, she stayed hidden in her coat the whole time. She only got to go to daycare for three months before her mother said she couldn't afford it. Rachel cried, she didn't understand, how could she? She cried until her mother slapped her. Hard enough to leave a bruise. She hid under her bed and Ophelia stayed close to her chest. They alway flinched when her mother raised her hand after that. No one seemed to notice, or they didn't care.

School wasn't as nice as daycare, most teachers were kind but one of them had a face matching her eagle Daemon and she always hissed like an angry cat. She seemed to give Rachel bad grades no matter how hard she worked on her assignments. The other kids teased her, made fun of her clothes and unkempt hair. The other Daemons called Ophelia names, laughing at how she couldn't stay still and how she tripped over herself constantly. Rachel and Ophelia decided they hated school. But, it was better than being at home.

Rachel made her first friend when she was ten, a girl covered in freckles with a hyperactive Daemon—they both had a stutter and a slight accent Rachel liked the sound of. They spent their breaks making daisy chains and talking about what they wanted to do when they grew up, get out of Hope County and move to the city maybe. Rachel told her parents about her, too much, too often. She couldn't have known the teachers thought it worrisome enough to phone them. She and Ophelia were told not to go near her and her Daemon anymore but they didn't listen, it wasn't fair, why should they?

Rachel got into her first fight when a boy knocked her friend over into the mud, she saw red, balled up her small fists and broke the boys nose. Ophelia bit his Daemon, taking a chunk out of its ear. It felt good. They had felt in control for a few sweet moments despite being the most out of control they had ever been. Rachel got sent home and her parents screamed, she cried but they didn't listen—They never listened. She was grounded and suspended for two weeks. Those two weeks are hell, alone with her mother during the day and still given piles of schoolwork to do yet having no time to do any of it. Hard to write an essay when you're cleaning the basement. When she went back to school her friend was gone, her family had enough of the harrassment and they moved.

One of them got to move to the city, one of them got out.

Rachel was happy for her friend but mostly she was sad. Ophelia hid in her pocket and didn't move around as much, she was sad too. She wished they would have taken her away too.

In highschool she made friends, surface level friends that gave her nicknames and gave her their answers for homework and hung out with her on the weekend. A boy asked her out in junior year and she said yes because that's what the movies said to do, what her friends said to do. But he smelt like dirty socks and too much bodyspray and when he tried to kiss her on their third date she threw up on his shoes. Ophelia never lets her live it down, neither do her friends.

She got her first proper crush in her sophomore year, a girl with curly brown hair and eyes like maple syrup. She didn't tell anyone, none of the other girls talked about girls the way she thought about them. Ophelia would jump on her desk and talk to her Daemon. They both liked the same show and they had the same favourite character. Rachel bumped into her in the hall and could barely get any words out. She smelt like cherries and vanilla.

Rachel dropped out after a school dance, a school dance she invited her crush too. It was a stupid, innocent mistake with stupidly big consequences. She was rejected, she could live with that. Part of highschool. But her ex found out, plastered her name with a choice set of slurs all over the school and social media. Her friends didn't look at her the same, saying they didn't know she was 'like that'. What did that even mean? She was exactly the same. She was just Rachel.

Her parents had the worst reaction. Her mother cried like she'd been found dead in the river. Her father held her shoulder like a vice and he prayed loudly as his Daemon hissed at Ophelia like it was all her fault. Rachel ran out of the house during the night and she didn't go back, she didn't want to know what they'd do if she ever did. 

Then she met Tracey.

Her sweet, good, funny, brave and wonderful Tracey. She was her confidant, her partner, her one good thing. Her hair was soft but too thick for her to run her fingers through and her eyes were deeper than the night sky, Rachel could stare into them for hours. Tracey and her Daemon Isa are everything Rachel and Ophelia wished they could be. Strong, confident, unafraid and self assured. Rachel gets lost in Tracey's passionate tirades about the future, Ophelia got too close to Isa, touched her too freely. She even brushed against Tracey's hand once, the feeling against her fur gave Rachel a shock through her veins she'd never felt before. Tracey and Isa never minded. Isa never touched Rachel though.

Ophelia and Isa settled one night when Rachel and Tracey curled up under the stars at Moonflower Trailer Park, on top of that old bus with their fingers interlocked. It wasn't a huge event like adults said it was, it just was. It was the calmest they'd ever felt, warm despite the chill of the air and both content.

But that contentedness didn't last, Rachel was unsteady, she and Ophelia always had been. And living out of a trailer with no money to her name left Rachel vulnerable and scared. Her world crumbled despite the smile she kept on her face and she struggled to figure out her place in the world. She kept it hidden from Tracey, she couldn't let her see her so weak. She found solace in a needle, despite Ophelia's protests and Tracey's horror upon finding her.

Tracey took her home, to her parents, she didn't know what else to do.

Rachel hated her for it, but only for a little while.

Her parents didn't help, they tied her to the bed and made her go cold turkey. It's the most pain she's ever been in. Ophelia was locked in a kernel in the corner of the room, it felt like torture. There's calm after the storm. She's let out of the restraints and Ophelia stays glued to her chest. And Rachel got better. For a little while. She ran away again after her Father tried to send her to a conversion camp, one of thise sick places she heard you don't really ever come back from mentally. She didn't tell Tracey where she was staying until she promised not to take her home again, to never break her trust again.

Tracey held her as she slept off her another high, Isa was hesitant to curl around a shivering Ophelia. Tracey's hands shook, Rachel's breaths were wheezy and uneven. She wouldn't leave her again, she said, but those were only words and she was only human.

Freedom from her frazzled mind came in the form of Joseph Seed, a man with eyes that looked right through her and hands that cradled her face like she was an angel and not just a pathetic, lost human being. His Daemon bundled Ophelia up in her arms and called her child, the lightness in her chest was different than when she was with Tracey. It was total. It was infinite. Tracey didn't trust the man Rachel called Father so eagerly, but she just didn't understand yet. She would, just like Rachel would.

Each sermon she was in the front pew, Ophelia beside her as they both fell further into his grand words and promises of walking them unto Eden. Her addiction didn't dissapear but was replaced by a drug she helped create. This one was holy, made so the pain of the world was easier to bear. She was given a new name; Faith. She was to be the project's Faith, the guiding light to those who were like her. Scared and weak and alone. She would now be their strength.

But that strength came with a price. The Bliss she helped create came with a price. Ophelia had shrunk away as Joseph put his hands on her, shushed her Daemon like one would a baby. It felt odd, it wasn't painful like she thought it would be. He was gentle. It didn't feel like that electric shock when Tracey had touched her, it felt like a steady warmth. Even as John began the procedure and injected them both with Bliss, even as Jacob put them in opposite sides of the machine she helped make. That was their final trial, they would be fully accepted into the family after that. And they were.

But they were different.

Faith couldn't feel Ophelia and Ophelia couldn't feel her either. Cradling her Daemon to her chest gave her no warmth or comfort like it had for their whole lives, they both cried but couldn't truly feel it. That empty feeling got worse but Faith smiled and thanked the Father for his gift. This was her new life, her new life where she and her Daemon were separated. This would be for the best. She just had to be patient, even as Ophelia's eyes didn't look at her warmly anymore and her shaking hands weren't steadied by running through her soft fur. Even after they slept in different rooms.

Tracey didn't see it how she did, didn't understand it was necessary, once she figured it out, she was horrified. She shook Faith by her shoulders, tried to convince her they needed to leave but it was too late for that. She was Faith, the Herald of the Henbane River and beloved sister of the Project at Eden's Gate.

She was right where she needed to be.

[inafieldofdaisies]

can i get ❛  really? that's all you have to say for yourself?  ❜ for mercedes and jacob please! (--direwombat)

Mercedes headed down the by then familiar hallway leading towards Jacob's office while pretending she wasn't eavesdropping on his men's tense discussions about the Militia taking over an important outpost that same morning. She suspected she was probably about to find their boss in quite the sour mood because of it. As she grabbed the handle and swung the door open, she mentally prepared herself for just that predicament. "I said nobody's to bother me.", Jacob grumbled out without even looking in her direction. "No exceptions? Not even for me?", Mercedes asked in a sultry tone. Blue eyes darted up to her face, just enough to register her smile before returning to a folded piece of paper he was holding. What do you have there? "I'm busy.", was all he offered. She sauntered over to his desk, ignoring his lame excuse, knowing she had a task on her own, that she needed to keep track of what he was planning. "Now, I'm hurt, Jacob. You can't spare me even a moment?", she muttered as she rounded the desk, hands grasping his shoulders and her gaze settled on the piece of paper as she began to work on his tense muscles. It took seconds for her to realize what he was so preoccupied with that he wanted to send her away, and the moment she did, her fingers froze against his shirt. A dark chuckle escaped him, "Look what I found while I was browsing through my bookcase." His poster. The very first one she had defaced was staring back at them. "Hmm, I would advise sticking to the old posters, Mr. Seed." Mercedes retorted before biting her lip to stifle back a laugh of her own.

"You see, sweetheart, this makes me want to search my whole office now. Find out in what shape the others are." "Others?", she inquired, feigning confusion before she let out a yelp when his hands grabbed her and she found herself sitting in Jacob's lap. Hands encircled her, actively trapping her in the position between him and the desk while his lips lowered to her ear, and she smoothed out the poster he had discarded on the surface. "Where did you hide them?", he whispered, mouth descending on her skin and leaving quick kisses in its wake. "I have no idea what you mean. Don't you have a situation to deal with, Isaac sure seemed more on edge than usual." "Are you gonna apologize to me, Mercedes, or keep denying when the evidence is right in front of you?" "You mean the poster you tried to update?", she took another jab at him, paired with a rotation of her hips, "I'm not taking the fall for your lack of artistic skills, Jacob." "Really? That's all you have to say for yourself?" "Mhmm. Might be better to stick to your war plans and leave the promotions to John.", she hummed as she leaned her head back, grinding against his body and feeling him harden beneath her. Fingers clutched her waist, "How are you going to make it up to me, sweetheart?" "Ah, so this was your plan all along… blame me for something so I can owe you? Not your best move, Jacob." "We both know what happened." "And who are you advertising to, by the way? What are the chances of an oblivious soul walking in here just to be reeled in by your poster?" "Is this why you ripped it off?", he matched her movements, voice sounding more hoarse by the minute. "No. I had nothing to do with this.", her hands wrapped around the edge of the desk for leverage as she continued her teasing. "I'm going to get you to admit it one way or another, I promise you." A smile played across her lips, "Do your worst."

[chobit92]

Far Cry 5: Reunited: Part One

This is an idea I have had for ages and I've been playing Far Cry 5 again and needed more Jacob...And Faith...And Joseph and John.

(Joseph and John Seed walk down the busy road leading into an industrial estate.).

John: What makes you think he’s going to be here?

Joseph: Have faith.

(They have been trying to track down their brother Jacob for months. They have discovered that after being discharged from the military he stayed in a hospital for a while. Since then however he seems to have dropped off the map.).

John: We must have searched every shelter in Georgia.

Joseph: We have not searched this one.

(They reach the doors of the shelter and Joseph pulls the door open walking inside. John follows him. The place is just as shabby and basic as all of the other shelters. Though this one is cleaner than some they have visited. Joseph walks up to the small desk and stands there waiting. The woman sat behind the desk looks tired and is clearly trying to do several things at once. She’s currently talking on the phone while tapping away at the computer. She then finishes the call and looks through several files before looking up at Joseph and John and smiling. The smile doesn’t reach her eyes however and Joseph thinks it might be forced.).

Woman: Afternoon. How can I help you?

Joseph: Hello. We’re looking for someone.

Woman: Ain’t we all?

John: Our brother, Jacob. Last name Seed. He was in the army.

Woman: Get a lot of guys come through here that are ex military.

Joseph: Please try to think madam. This isn’t a recent photo but...

(Joseph shows the woman a photo of a young soldier with red hair.).

Woman: Look I see so many faces every day sir. Some the same but a lot different.

Joseph: I appreciate that but-

Woman: I’m sorry. I can’t help you. But...Eileen might be able to. She remembers everything that woman. Eidetic memory or something.

(The woman gets up and goes down the hall. She returns a few minutes later with an older woman, mid fifties, with greying hair.).

Woman: This is Eileen.

Eileen: Hello, how can I help you?

Joseph: We’re looking for our brother Jacob. He was in the military and spent some time in a hospital but he was discharged a while ago. We can’t find an address for him so we’ve been looking around the shelters.

Eileen: Oh. Jacob...Do you have a photo?

Joseph: Yes.

(Joseph shows her the photo and she peers down at it.).

Joseph: It’s not a recent photo I’m afraid.

Eileen: Hmmm. He does seem familiar. Jacob. Red hair. Yes. There was a man here oh it was a long time ago now. He always wore a grubby old army jacket.

(The woman frowns.).

Eileen: I think it had J. Seed written on it.

Joseph: He was here?

Eileen: Well somebody matching your description was. He never spoke. Would just lie in bed all day, would hardly eat or drink. Poor thing. He had terrible nightmares too. Was always screaming. He would call out for someone called Joseph. John too.

Joseph: I’m Joseph and this is my brother John.

Eileen: Oh. I see.

Joseph: I take it he is no longer here.

Eileen: I’m afraid not.

Joseph: Do you know where he might have gone?

Eileen: I don’t, no. But...There might be something. A young girl was volunteering here at the time. She seemed to get on well with Jacob. Not sure how he would never speak to me or any of the others but she spent a lot of time in his room. She was always bringing him coffee and biscuits. Trying to get him to eat. They seemed to build up a bit of a rapport.

Woman: Oh I remember now. She was always in his room. Did no work whatsoever just sat in his room for her whole shift.

Eileen: Yes well she was only trying to help the poor man. She must have done some good too. He started to eat and drink a little. I would even hear them talking. Then one day he left. She was with him. She said she was going to drop him off. I didn’t ask where I’m sorry.

John: Does she still work here?

Eileen: No. She quit a few days after that.

John: What was her name?

Eileen: Her name was Mara.

John: Do you have an address or a contact number?

Eileen: If I did I’m afraid I couldn’t give it to you.

John: Why not?

Eileen: Look I want you to find your brother I do. But I can’t in good conscience just hand out people’s private information.

John: But she might know where our brother is. Please we just want to find him.

(John gives the woman a pleading look.).

Eileen: I’m sorry. I need to get back to work.

(Eileen walks off. John sighs.).

John: This is ridiculous. All we want to know is this woman’s phone number so that we can ask if she remembers our brother and where she dropped him off.

Woman: If she remembers. Even if she does he might not be where she dropped him off now. It was a long time ago.

John: But it’s the only lead we have. Please.

(The woman sighs.).

Woman: You better not tell anyone I gave you this.

(She opens up a filing cabinet and rifles through it. She then pulls out a sheet of paper.).

Woman: Mara Jessop. Here she is. Her volunteer application. Got her phone number and her address.

John: I’ll take both.

(The woman writes down the phone number and the address on a slip of paper then hands it to John.).

John: Thank you for all your help.

Woman: Don’t mention it. I never liked her anyway. Bit of a tart if you ask me.

(Joseph and John leave the shelter. John takes out his phone and dials the number. Then he sighs.).

John: The numbers no longer in service.

Joseph: Well then let’s try the address.

John: Do you think this woman will actually remember Jacob?

Joseph: Have faith John. We are going to find him.

*

(John drives through the residential streets of Silver Creek. Most of the area is covered with woodland and the houses are quite spaced out here.).

John: Whereabouts is this address?

Joseph: Um, Lakeview road. Number 27.

John: Hm.

(John frowns peering down at the navigation system display on the dashboard. He then turns off and drives down a bumpy dirt road. He then turns off again and sighs.).

John: This is Lakeview road.

(John pulls over and they get out of the car. He locks it up and they walk down the street. John looks at the houses and sighs again.).

John: How do we know this address even exists? Or that this woman even lives there anymore?

Joseph: Have faith. Ah there it is.

(Joseph stops in front of a large bungalow. The mailbox has number 27 painted on the side of it. The front lawn is tidy however the hot weather and lack of rain hasn’t done the grass much good. They are just about to walk up the drive when they hear a shout from behind them. They turn to see a man holding two bags of groceries.).

Man: I wouldn’t bother trying to sell them anything.

Joseph: We are not salesman.

Man: Must be bible thumpers then. I wouldn’t bother knocking the door they’ll slam it in your face they will. That’s if you’re lucky. Mad that lot. Mad.

(He walks off down the road. John shrugs and walks up the driveway, Joseph follows him. They walk up to the front door. There are some flowers in pots either side.).

John: So...What if she doesn’t live here anymore? What if she doesn’t even remember Jacob? She might not know where he is now.

Joseph: Brother. Have faith. We will find him.

John: What do you think about what that man said?

Joseph: Idle gossip.

John: Gossip usually comes from a shred of truth.

Joseph: No. It doesn’t. We must not listen to the opinions of others for they are just that, opinions, not fact.

(Joseph knocks on the door. They wait a few moments before Joseph knocks again.).

John: Well nobody’s home so what now?

(Before Joseph can answer the front door opens and a young woman stands there staring at them. Joseph smiles at her and glances at her very pregnant belly.).

Joseph: Afternoon.

Mara: I don’t want to buy anything. I wouldn’t waste my money.

John: Good because we’re not selling anything.

(Mara narrows her eyes at John.).

Joseph: John please. Ma’am are you Mara Jessop?

Mara: What’s it to yah?

Joseph: Well we’re looking for our brother and the woman at one of the homeless shelters we visited gave us this address. She said a Mara Jessop used to volunteer there.

Mara: So what if she did?

Joseph: Please, we would just like to find our brother. If you could just give us a few minutes of your time.

Mara: What makes you think I have a few minutes?

John: We just want to know if you know anything about where our brother might be.

Mara: What makes you think I know where he is?

Joseph: Are you Mara?

Mara: Might be.

John: Oh for heaven’s sake. Enough of this nonsense. Miss Jessop you used to look after a man named Jacob at the shelter yes?

(She stares at John for a moment.).

Mara: Jacob?

John: Yes. He’s our brother.

(She is silent for a moment. Her eyes narrow as she looks both of them up and down.).

Mara: Are you Joseph or John?

John: I’m John. This is Joseph.

Joseph: You remember him?

(The woman’s whole demeanour seems to change for a moment.).

Mara: I should do. I married him.

John: What?

(John’s mouth drops open and Joseph stares at Mara.).

Joseph: You are Jacob’s wife?

Mara: Yes.

John: So he’s here?

Mara: Not at the moment.

Joseph: Where is he?

Mara: He went to the store but he’s most likely stopped off at the bar on the way back.

Joseph: I see.

(Just then a young girl emerges from the back gate and walks down the driveway.).

Mara: Rachel! Where do you think you’re going?

Rachel: Out.

Mara: Look at the state of you. Get back inside now. You’re not hanging around with those thugs again!

(The girl, Rachel, just tilts her head and carries on walking. Mara sighs.).

Joseph: Is she alright?

Mara: What’s it to you?

Joseph: My apologies I was just concerned.

Mara: We don’t need your concern.

John: We’ve just told you that Jacob is our brother and you have made no effort to contact him to tell him that we’re here! You haven’t even invited us in.

Mara: Oh do forgive me. Where are my manners? Would you like to come in?

(Mara has said this very sarcastically and John looks furious but Joseph places a hand on his arm.).

Joseph: We are very sorry to turn up like this. But you see we have been searching for our brother for many years.

Mara: Have you? Is that why he was left in a shelter to rot?

John: We didn’t know where he was! You-

(Joseph once again silences John.).

Joseph: Which bar does he usually frequent?

Mara: A few of ‘em. There’s one about two miles that way that he likes.

Joseph: Perhaps we will head there and see if we can find him.

Mara: You do that.

(She smiles before closing the door.).

John: Jacob married that?!

Joseph: John. We must not judge. We should be grateful that he has found himself a family.

John: Grateful? She’s a stone cold bitch I tell you!

Joseph: I am sure that once we get to know her-

John: Get to know her? It doesn’t look like she wants to know us. We’ve just told her that we are here looking for our long lost brother and she couldn’t give a damn!

Joseph: Come. Let us see if we can track him down and bring him home.

[the-silver-chronicles]

Thinking of an AU where Adam sold Silva off to Joseph and Eden’s Gate (in some delusional sense that she would destroy it because honestly that’s the only reason he’d ever give her to the Project) as a child and the Voice convinces Joseph to take her up as a protege. Maybe Paul plays a part into this AU, maybe he doesn’t. Not sure with him yet, since this would be the first time they wouldn’t meet under regular circumstances (the “save the child from drowning and visit her occasionally and eventually gain her trust and adopt her then and there” kind of circumstance).

Anyway, it made me realise that “holy shit, the idea of an Eden’s Gate/Seed-aligned Silva is an utterly terrifying concept” regardless how it happens… because this is a version of Silva who is willing to look past child sacrifices, mass murder and oppression (depending on whether or not these had happened to her in this timeline/s). This is a version of Silva who is more than willing to forgo morality to do as she pleases. A more selfish and malicious Silva.

Could be even worse than the Seeds combined because she’s also better than them too. Opens up a horrific can of worms. The amount of potential this has.

God the Resistance and whichever deputy unlucky enough to face her would be so super fucked. Doesn’t matter if she has learned something (bad) from her experiences with Adam and Paul (probably Apostle-aligned), or if she took an interest in some of the things they taught her but through the Seeds this time around, Hope County would be dealing with a Silva who can physically, psychologically and emotionally outwit, overpower, and destroy them… at any time if she wanted. A very dangerous opponent with a strategic prowess matching up to Jacob and Alexander (probably because they helped perfect her capabilities).

I don’t think most of Eden’s Gate’ members would be safe, as she’s likely prioritising the Seed Family and the select few people she likes.

(More possible ideas! Maybe she managed to convince a GFH/Resistance member to join Eden’s Gate in this timeline? Maybe she has a greater popularity and influence over the Eden’s Gate community than Joseph does? Maybe this was the Voice’s plan? Maybe it needed Joseph to raise the perfect Prophet for it? Endless ideas! I must write it down!)