The unbelievably kind @reidreamer gifted me this amazing art of Rheese and Jacob today and I’m still speechless! Thank you so so much again, I don’t know how I deserve your kindness ;_; ♥ Please check out her blog, you won’t be disappointed!
Eternal, unending gratitude to @actuallyhansolo and the amazingly talented @minilev for this gorgeous, beautiful, unbelievable commission. If anyone has been holding off on snagging one (like I was - yeah, I’m a whole idiot sandwich) PLEASE don’t wait any longer because this is just...absolutely perfect. I can’t stop staring at these feral babies 😭
I love it so much I just couldn’t help writing a little drabble to go along with it...mildly nsfw under the cut 💋💋
Diana sits on the large bed, cross-legged and completely bare before him. She keeps her spine straight, eyes on him at all times, watching intently the way he moves about the room, shucking off his clothes with a pointed slowness that borders on painful. They both know why she’s here, but she keeps her guard up all the same, never quite sure if he’s in the mood to worship her...or use that expensive pocket knife of his to carve yet one more of her many sins into her flesh.
That’s part of the excitement, though, isn’t it? The danger of letting the Baptist get close to her; entering into the heart of his territory, putting herself at the center of his attention. Coming to him willingly, like she knows he wants her to, but only ever offering up so much of herself. Never all; never the quintessential confession he so desperately wants.
“And where have you been tonight, my dear?” John asks as he finally turns and strides over toward the bed, the definition of every muscle and tattoo and scar painted soft by the low light of a table lamp. “I haven’t heard a single bit of radio chatter; haven’t been called to put out any fires—so what have you been up to?”
He bends down, crawls onto the bed and sits himself a foot or so away from her in a way that mocks her own position; cross-legged, resting his tattooed hands on his knees. Infuriatingly patient.
She feels the dark desire for him prickling beneath her skin. But she can be patient, too. “I only just got back. I’ve got fires to start all over the county; not just here.”
The corner of his mouth turns up, a smirk that quickly morphs into a sneer. “I’ll just bet you do. You are playing a very dangerous game, deputy.”
She smiles. “Can’t have your siblings think I’m playing favorites-”
In an instant, John’s mask of calm vanishes. The same moment his legs unfold he leans forward, snatching her by the undersides of her thighs and dragging her bodily across the short space between them.
Before she knows it she’s practically sitting in his lap, legs pinned to either side of his waist, breathing the same air as one of his hands moves up to snatch a fistful of her dark hair and pull roughly.
“Don’t play coy with me,” he breathes against her exposed throat, just close enough that his beard brushes against the thin skin there. “Not here, not when it’s just the two of us. You are mine. You have been since the very first time you spread those pretty legs for me, Diana.”
She still manages to grin, looking down over her nose at him, hating the way his tousled hair makes him look so vulnerable even as he has his teeth at her throat. It’s funny, really; though Jacob is the one who inevitably invokes visions of wolves and keen-eyed predators, his youngest brother manages to do an exemplary job of making her wonder if he won’t just tear open her jugular and bathe in the blood.
“Don’t be an asshole. I don’t belong to anyone,” she mutters, though she knows her quickened breath gives her away. She gasps when he does bite, choking down a moan in favor of choosing to rile him up even more. “I know the only reason you want me is because I won’t confess-”
“Wrong,” he quips back before flattening his tongue against her neck and soothing the place he’d just marked, sealing it with a kiss. “I want you because you were put here for a reason. And the reason you were put here...was for me.”
He straightens and leans back just enough so that he can meet her hooded gaze, slipping behind that boyish smile as his eyes drift down to the flushed patch of skin on her neck, then further to the wrath etched across her chest. “I have no doubt that your confession will come eventually.”
She makes sure he sees her sneering even as she squirms against him, hooking her legs tighter around his middle to pull herself closer. To get some kind of satisfaction, some kind of the friction she desires. “You wish you could be that confident. Maybe I’ll let Jake catch me next time, just to rub it in your face. He’s been coming on awfully strong lately...”
The way they speak to each other is its own form of friction, hateful words tied with a fraught cord of tension neither of them can quite manage to hide, but it’s never enough. The nagging want that crept up on her since meeting him had evolved headlong into a desperate need after their first intimate encounter, rushed and furious as it was.
It only stoked the fire.
And John’s grip on her hair only tightens at her sordid insinuation. He lets his other hand smooth up the outside of her leg, gliding across the skin until he reaches the curve of her ass, squeezing once before giving her a tight slap with the flat of his palm.
“You think you’re so clever,” he growls, pleased when he hears her squeal softly. He pulls her closer, his arousal blatantly pushing against her sensitive skin. “I don’t think I need to remind you what he’ll do. Perhaps I should just chain you to this bed so you can’t leave; maybe then you’ll finally see some sense…”
Diana scoffs softly. She swallows as one hand goes up to claw at his back, pressing nails into his skin insistently. “You could never keep me here. You enjoy it too much when I escape.”
“I enjoy it even more every time you come crawling back,” he whispers, dark and slow against the shell of her ear.
She knows he’s grinning into her hair. Images of sharks and crocodiles skip through her mind briefly, all teeth and false smiles.
Diana huffs out an impatient breath, baring her own teeth and angling her head to the side to nudge him. It feels like an uncharacteristically intimate gesture; she couldn’t explain why she did it if he ever bothered to ask. “Would you just hurry up and fuck me already?”
I was lucky to get another commission from the extremely talented @reidreamer! Honestly she’s one of my favorite artists ever, go commission her if you get the chance, I mean look at this?! Hot damn, I love it so much!
If you want to read the whole scene for this you can do so under the cut :’) ♥
Dear @ja-crispea! You will be surprised, but this gift was made to you by a wonderful @shelliechen 💖
I was so glad to draw this art for you, but I am doubly happy when friends give such gifts to each other. You`re so cute 💖
Jacob and Hannah
I wanna know how many of you are over 18 and play Far Cry 5. I'm curious because I've been told that there's not many people over 18 who play Far Cry. So I wanna prove this person wrong. Like or Reblog if your over 18 and have played any of the far cry games.
Jacob Seed would definitely think a token of affection would be like 'hey I killed this animal and brought it for you' he'd be like a cat
John Seed wakes up at 2 o'clock in the Gotdamn morning to his eldest brother trying to rekindle their close knit sibling relationship by dragging an entire bloody half dead eagle into his bedroom and staining his Gucci silk sheets
Joseph is mainly used to this but even the hickory sweet word of the swankin lord could not have prepared him to have am entire bear carcass dropped in the middle of his bedroom floor for him to wake up to and trip over when he wakes up to get his coffee and jesus-o's at dawns shining bootycrack
Faith is mainly exempt but she maintains constant vigilance and consistently douses her living quarters in the iconic bath and body works scent 'warm vanilla spice' because it repels jacob and his sensitive nose like mint would a cat
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