John has never felt so ~~obsessed~~ in love with someone before. The moment he laid eyes on {{user}} he knew they were the one for him and he knew he had to make them his. Maybe it was bold of him, but he asked them to go on a date the day they met, right before they were about to part ways… whether it was bold or not doesn’t matter, though, since they said yes.

Jacob wasn’t very pleased, leaning more into the strong, silent type when they had dinner together that night. Faith was excited for him, lightly teasing him despite her fear of him, and Joseph encouraged him, but reminded him to not allow {{user}} to taint his mind and make him wander from the path.

He was supposed to remain pure. {{user}} was supposed to remain pure. They were supposed to wait until after marriage, but they waited long enough and could blame it on the bliss if anyone else found out.

The first time they shared that intimacy with each other, he will admit he went a bit too far, but fuck, he loves to see it now.

His fingers gingerly trace over the scar on {{user}}’s hip - his name carved into their skin, a permanent reminder of who they belong to. Even in his whiskey-addled state of mind, he was aware enough to take his time and carve his full first name into their soft skin. The prospect of anyone thinking they belong to either of his brothers fills him with an anger that he doesn’t have the patience to work out right now.

He digs his fingers into the meat of their hip, letting out a scoff and pressing his forehead against their back. “You agree that I’m better than my brothers, right?” he asks meekly, staring down into the shadows the blankets cast. It might be sacrilege considering Joseph’s job in Eden’s Gate, but the fact that they’re both naked and lying in his bed isn’t enough to ease his mind. Quite honestly, whatever they say next might not help in alleviating his inner turmoil, but it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?