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Was it victory?

No, no, probably not.

What was victory in a holy war? Everyone was a martyr. Words such as 'sacrifice' and 'faith' were poisoned, sat salty and bitter on his tongue.

Eli Palmer left the glowing wall of surveillance screens to follow the sounds of warm laughter, to see what inspired such a moment of fragile humanity in the late hours of the Wolf's Den.

She was sat atop the back of the couch, a throne of sorts as the golden light above haloed her hair. A goddess of war and orphans, Eli might've considered Cappie to be holy in her own right, as devout as he was to her smile.

"Come here!" beckoned Cappie, parting her legs to give him room. "Come stay a while!"

Other Whitetails saw their leader lingering in the doorway, baited him with a cold beer and a flurry of waving hands, and damn was Eli so, so tired.

What was victory in a holy war?

It was fleeting. It was an exhausted smile shared amongst friends. It was tight shoulders weighed down by a lover's thighs, and lover's hands over a steady heartbeat. It was thanks pressed into the rim of a beer bottle and a toast to live another day.

The end of the Project's holy war was nowhere in sight, but in that moment on the couch surrounded by friends, Eli Palmer felt victorious.

A masterpost because… why not?

Joseph, the Voice, and the purpose of the journey

The world, the sounds, and the missions

Faith

John

Jacob

Jerome, Ethan, and the Deputy/Judge

Joseph’s tattoos and scars

For anyone who needs this :)

(click on the pictures to see them)

His tattoos say:

Redeemed us to God by thy Blood

COME AND SEE

(John 1:9)

There before me was a White Horse

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Pairing: Joseph Seed x GN!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 500

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, spit kink

"Joseph," you hear yourself speak for the first time since you died.

There is no answer.

"Joseph," you raise your voice for the first time since the world ended.

There is no answer.

"Father," you call him for the first time.

And he answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Description: The Deputy finally got them, John and Jacob. Her plan was to keep them preoccupied and out of the way.

Warnings: bondage, nsfw, smut, oral sex

This is dedicated to @wastedcrit who gave me the gif that sparked my inspiration!!

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She took one last drag off the cigarette between her fingers and flicked it to the ground. She tilted her head and cracked her neck, trying to loosen some tension before she walked back in. Her boots weighed heavy on the gravel that shifted beneath her as she moved. The large metal door swung open with a creak. She gazed upon her prisoners and smiled.

“Aw, still sleeping?” She mocked as she tapped the side of John’s face.

“Time to wake up, boys.” She turned to Jacob and did the same to his cheek.

Both their hands were bound and chained to the steel beams above them, their feet barely touching the floor.

“You can’t keep us down here forever, Joseph-” She grabbed John’s face, silencing him.

“Joseph will what? Come save you? He has no idea where you are and even at that, he’s far too busy with his cult to bother with you two.”

“Tsk, tsk, Johnny. I thought you were the smart one.” She clicked her tongue and released his jaw.

Jacob laughed slightly as he readjusted in the chains.

“Find something funny, big man?” She strode over to him.

“Yeah, you. I’ve been in worse places, tortured within an inch of my life, you think I’m gonna tell you anything?” He snarled at her.

“Oh, maybe I was wrong then, I should just let you go right now.” She said sarcastically.

“Looks like you’re both fucking idiots. Tell me, what was the last question I asked you? What information have I tried to pull from you?” She paced between the two men.

John glanced over to Jacob, both of them coming up empty.

“That’s right, I haven’t asked you a goddamn thing.”

“Then why are we here?” John snapped as he struggled in the chains.

“I wish I could tell you it was for some grand purpose like Joseph did, but really you’re just here so you don’t get in the way. And for my own personal entertainment.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Jacob spat.

“Maybe, but that would mean I’m in perfect company with the two of you.”

She continued to pace, hoping she’d gotten their minds off of the prospect of being interrogated. The fact was that she was trying to get information, information about where the cult got their weapons. But she couldn’t come out and just ask, they’d never tell her. She grabbed the knife from the holster around her thigh and walked over to Jacob. She placed the blade flat against his chest and slowly dragged it down.

“You know, I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you, Jake. Big, muscled man with hands that could crush my windpipe in seconds.”

Without warning she grabbed the collar of his shirt and cut through the fabric, ripping his shirt open.

“Untie me and I’ll show you just what my hands can do.”

“Tempting offer, but no. I like you tied up, you’re more… complacent.” She smirked. She glanced over at John to see his gaze fixed on her.

“I am curious though, with hands that big… you have to be carrying some heavyweight between your legs too.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she scraped the knife down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his pants.

She slid the knife back into the holster and stared up at Jacob as she slowly unbuttoned his pants. She unzipped them and tugged until they fell around his legs. Her eyes went wide as she stared at him.

“Wow… I am literally speechless, Jake.” Her mouth hung open as she stared at his impressive length, only half hard.

“This is fucking ridiculous.” John chided finally looking away from her.

“Envy is a sin, John.” She smirked at him.

“But it isn’t fair for Jacob to be exposed in all his glory and for you to be fully clothed. Let’s even things out.” She turned and walked over to John.

She pulled her knife out again and mimicked her actions as before, cutting his shirt and leaving his chest bared to her.

“I have to say, I was wrong. Here I assumed Jacob would have far more hair on his chest than you.” She placed the knife back in the holster as she stared up at John and slowly undid his pants, letting them fall to his feet as Jacob’s had done.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” She looked down at John’s cock, just as impressed as she was with Jacob.

“Joseph has to have a small dick then. It would be completely unfair for all three of you to be this fucking blessed.”

“Man, in a different time I would have loved to be sandwiched between the two of you.” She bit her lip at the thought, feeling her own arousal spark between her legs.

“We can make that happen, my dear.” John’s voice was low and lustful.

“Oh, yeah, let me just unchain you both and let you go. Idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Bitch.” He growled as he pulled on his restrainst.

“That kind of language will get you nowhere, in fact, it’s only going to make things harder for you.” She grinned slyly as she strode over to Jacob.

She stood in front of Jacob as he stared down at her, suddenly she dropped to her knees and grabbed his length, stroking him back and forth, he hardened in her grasp almost immediately. She looked over at John who was staring intensely at her every move. She held eye contact with him as she leaned forward and kissed the tip of Jacob’s cock lightly before swirling her tongue around it.

Jacob groaned at the contact, bucking his hips into her palm.

“See what you get if you behave?” She spoke against his length before she slid her mouth down around it.

She could see John getting hard, wishing it was his cock hitting the back of her throat. His muscles tensed as he pulled on the restraints again, testing them.

She hummed around Jacob as she worked her mouth over him, feeling him tense and buck his hips, pleading for more. She pulled away from him and sat back, wiping her drool from her chin and looking up at Jacob.

“Think little Johnny deserves a turn?”

“No, he wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you.” Jacob’s voice was gruff and annoyed that she had stopped.

“I think you’re sweet on me, Jake.” She smiled up at him before crawling over to John and kneeling in front of him.

She teased him with her tongue at first, licking the tip of his cock lightly, pressing her lips against it gently. He stared down at her, his eyes never breaking away from hers. Then it happened, he showed his weakness.

“Please…” His voice was low and filled with need.

She smirked before sinking her mouth down onto his length, sucking and swirling her tongue around him. John hissed through gritted teeth as her hand stroked the base of his cock in sync with the movements of her mouth. She glanced over to see Jacob staring, slow drops of cum dripping from his cock as it twitched, begging for her touch.

John thrust his hips into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and reveling in the sounds she made. She couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together to get some kind of friction as she felt her need growing.

She released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and wiped away the drool again. She backed up and stood in front of them both.

“You boys have been so good I think you deserve a little treat.” She unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand down, her fingers pushing between her slick folds and ghosting over her clit.

They watch as she touched herself, moaning slightly through parted lips. She pulled her hand free and slid the other down in it’s place mimicking the actions she had just done. After a moment she pulled her hand out and walked closer to the two men.

She stood between them and held her fingers up, she didn’t make it easy on them though, they struggled and strained to reach her, but finally they both grazed her fingers with their tongues, lapping up her wetness. John pushed her fingers into his mouth as his tongue swirled around them. Jacob licked and nipped at her fingers lightly. Just as she was starting to pant the radio cracked to life.

“Deputy…. pick up…”

“Hold on, boys.” She sighed and pulled away from them, walking over to the radio.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“We got him, we got Joseph. We’re on our way to you now.”

“Great.” She placed the radio down and turned back to John and Jacob.

Ahhhh… yeah, actually. The project is dead forever unless there is a writer willing to let me commission them to edit, revise, and write BDSM sex scenes. Possibly could make the Junior Deputy a female and edit the art I have so far?

Anyone interested in being a writer/editor for 💰, HMU 🤙

So far, here is the working WIP 🚧 of Legally Binding, including the NSFW art I did so far:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OPuwhObuIVWlI47lMS1ugvzNgA6R8qHsLbqZME8PKQE/edit

Note: I was only supposed to be making a note of a small dialogue idea so that I could come back to it later, but I got carried away and ended up writing the whole damn thing out, so he we are, an hour later with a random fic that wasn’t even supposed to exist yet because my thirsty ass has no self control. Enjoy!

Find more of my writing here!

“Where’ve you been?” John asks, sitting back in his chair as you throw your car keys into a dish on the sideboard. The room is dimly lit. The only source of light in the room is a standing lamp that stands next to johns chair, illuminating his features as he glares menacingly at you from the other side of the room. “You were at Falls End?”

“Yes…” you reply. “They’re my friends. I went to see them.”

He swills his drink around his glass. Knowing John, it’s probably some kind of fancy punch - non alcoholic, of course - or perhaps a pink lemonade. You lean against the doorway, folding your arms across your chest as you return his stare. “Look; whatever you think this is between us, it isn’t that. You don’t own me and I’m sure as shit not part of this cult just because I’m fucking you, so cool your jets, yeah?”

He finishes the rest of his drink in one gulp and puts the glass down on the table next to him, a little harder than you think he meant to. John wasn’t the best at hiding his anger. He tried, but you could always see right through is calm facade. Whether he’d raise his voice a little too high without noticing, or simply slam a door behind him, you could always tell when he was about to snap.

He gets out of his seat and calmly walks over to where you stand in the doorway. He stops inches away from you and puts his hand to your cheek.

“I could own you if I wanted to,” he says with a sinister smile, looking at your lips before leaning in and softly kissing them. You kiss him back, not wanting to escalate things further and start an argument. Although you had been a fighter all your life, you rarely ever won against John. He wasn’t afraid to play dirty and always changed the rules as he went. So you bite your tongue as often as you can and let him get away with it; something that pains you every time.

He takes you gently by the hand and leads you toward the staircase. You hesitate at the bottom, and already being two steps up, John pulls you a little more forcefully. You give in and follow him up, your hand still held in his as you place the other on the handrail. He doesn’t say a word until you’re both in the master bedroom of the ranch.

“Take it off,” he says, nodding toward your shirt and taking a seat on the bed. You pull your shirt off over your head and throw it to the floor as John grabs you by the hips. He pulls you forward so that you’re standing between his legs and begins kissing your stomach. The gentle and calm demeanour has disappeared, now. Replaced with the roughness that you’re used to from John. He claws at your jeans, yanking them down to your thighs while biting at the skin across your ribs. He gets more and more violent and the bites begin to hurt.

“John… I - ow!”

He breaks the skin and immediately covers it with his hand in an effort to soothe the pain.

“Oops, sorry,” he smiles up at you before continuing. He pulls you onto the bed next to him and rolls on top of you, pulling your jeans further down and removing them from around your ankles and laying between your legs. He kisses your neck now, just as hard and passionately as he had your stomach. You reach down to where he had bitten you too hard and your fingers returns with fresh blood on them. John pulls away, noticing your hand and with an eerie smile, he puts the bloodied fingers in his mouth. You look at him for a while, unsure of what to think. He has a wild look in his eye - one that you’d seen in a man before, but not yet in John. Until now. It was a look of possessiveness; jealousy over you spending time with anyone other than him.

“I don’t want anyone else,” you state, breaking the silence after minutes of hearing nothing but your own heartbeat and Johns heavy breaths. “You know that, right?”

He stops and looks down at you, propping himself up with his hands, which lay either side of your shoulders, palms flat against the mattress.

“What do you mean?” He asks. His chest rises and falls with his panting.

“I know what this is about.” You reply. “You don’t like me spending time with anyone else because you think I’ll prefer them over you.” You raise your hand and trace your thumb along his lower lip where traces of your blood sit. “But I won’t.”

John suddenly grabs your wrist and for a split second, you think you’ve upset him, but you’re put at ease as his kisses your fingertips softly. He looks you in the eye and for the first time, he says it. He says it with such conviction and candour that you’re thrown off by it a little.

These chapters tell the story of Joseph’s adulthood as he walks us through all the jobs he’s had and what he went through during his search for his brothers.

But first, a couple things I didn’t mention but should have in the previous post I made:

After Jacob was arrested for burning their foster parents’ home and farm to the ground, John and Joseph were sent to the orphanage where they bounced from home to home

Eventually John was taken by an extremely wealthy family while Joseph continued to bounce around

Joseph eventually aged out of the system but never let go of the vision the “Voice” gave him. 

And now, this is what happened to Joseph after becoming an adult

Joseph almost immediately returns to Rome, Georgia (the boys’ hometown) with the sole mission of reuniting with his brothers

Upon returning he finds that his neighborhood has been replaced with a shopping mall and is no longer in poverty like it was when he was growing up

He also finds no signs of his brothers and goes on a hunt to find them, him being concerned with nothing else

While squatting in an old factory nearby, he picks up a job as an elevator operator at a hotel in the area so he has money to eat

One night, he has to help two drunk guys get their friend into his room and he gets caught up into a conversation with them where he ends up telling them about the Voice and it’s message

After the two drunk guys go to the hotel manager the next morning, he is promptly fired

He then goes on a relentless crusade to find Jacob, going up into Northern Georgia and even Tennessee to find him, picking up odd jobs at various bars, supermarkets, etc., to feed himself

With absolutely no sign of Jacob anywhere, he then decides to go looking for John in Atlanta where he assumed John might have gone to college

While squatting in yet another abandon building, this time he gets a job as a garbageman to fund his search for John

And like his last job, Joseph mentioned the Voice to his coworkers and he was again promptly fired

Joseph persisted however and contracted a job a psychiatric hospital. (Doesn’t mention what exactly he did just that he worked there. I assume he was an orderly or possibly a janitor or something along those lines)

One night, he runs into three men in the street who mug him

They begin to relentlessly beat him after finding no money in his pockets

Not having heard the Voice since the first time it spoke to him as a child, Joseph begs for it to give him something

The Voice shows Joseph another vision this one being the end of the world and how humanity will bring it upon themselves

After the three men leave him alone, he realizes that he must become the  Father

These chapters dealt a lot with Joseph’s philosophies and the ideas the Eden’s Gate are built upon and not so much Joseph’s or his brothers’ actual backstories. However, the next chapters do. 

I will be posting the chapter about John tomorrow. Stay tuned!! 

Book of Joseph: Here you can read this extremely rare find and read what is essentially Eden’s Gate’s Bible. Thanks to @octo-chan who made this possible by uploading photos of their own personal copy of this amazing book for us to read

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 (part 1)

Chapter 8 (part 2)

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Book of Joseph Summaries: I break down and summarize everything in the Book of Joseph in case you are pressed for time

Chapters 1-5

Chapters 5-7

Far Cry Absolution: As I read the prequel novel, I post all interesting snippets I find and break them down for you

Collapse (Far Cry 6 DLC) | Intro into Revelation "Providence", on my way to The Bunker | Scenery appreciation (vol. 2-?)

/ Audio Log #1: One of Joseph's many motivational pep talks

Do I wish he'd crack at least one joke?

YES.

So far I'm laughing mostly at the enemies talking to each other when they're think I'm not around. (like I'm in the bush, you fools) It's so neat some even sing "Only You" as they patrol, andddd nobody tell Jacob, but I caught them badmouthing him. I've heard many gems so far, I can't wait to share my favorites soon.

/ This part is more of a lead up to other series of images, videos and audios I have lined up, I have to get this post out of the way first to keep things cohesive and in order.

Anddd I'm still waiting on some videos to export, I'm probably being too much of a perfectionist about it but it's how I am.

Collapse (Far Cry 6 DLC) | NPCs encounters, Jacob Seed found  | Scenery appreciation  (vol. 11-?)

/ Coming at you with a special "ONLY YOU" musical performance by "Robert & Jessica". I love, love, love their energy.

It just hit me that it so looks like Joseph is forcing them to do the greeting at pew-pew point 🤣 "Sing, my children."

So very rude of "Definitely God" to disrupt my recording, not the first time it happens too. Sadly, I wasn't able to do a second take after Robert decided I'm the enemy after all.

/ Near Rob & Jess I came across Jacob, first time I've seen him there, not sure if he appears randomly or is always at location, but I certainly was shocked to see him. Would like to have a word with whoever hanged him there.

Collapse (Far Cry 6 DLC) | The Garden / Church safe house, nighttime + Mirror edit & Audio log | Scenery appreciation  (vol. 22-?)

Collapse (Far Cry 6 DLC) | Revelation "Graven Image" feat. Faith | Scenery appreciation  (vol. 14-?)

/ I compiled all audios of Faith during the Revelation in one for easier listening. Curious stuff for sure.

/ I absolutely enjoyed playing this mission from the dialogue through the gameplay to the scenery. The weather consistently changed as I was climbing the statue and the views were so damn gorgeous but also truly dangerous to admire because there's platforming.

Collapse (Far Cry 6 DLC) | NPCs’ entertaining moments | (vol. 9-?)

/ I went from being a tourist to becoming a gossip reporter, hiding in the bushes to record and deliver you all the tea. Made with the finest holy water.

/ Audio #1: NPC confesses a secret 🥺

/ Video edit: Wash those sins away, boyo

Imagine being reborn and still getting the role of the peggie that’s being drowned on a loop. Sad story.