#deputy dean sinclaire x jacob seed

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 1

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed (@derelictheretic) vs CEO x Arowana (@owo-whats-bliss)

who makes up your ship?:

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

It all starts with Jacob kidnapping Dean, or having his chosen kidnap him for him technically. You know, how most loving relationships start. Then it goes into Jacob starving Dean for weeks, mentally conditioning him, psychologically torturing him and chipping away at his mental resolve until he breaks and becomes the perfect murder machine; which is when Jacob tricks him into killing one of his closest allies. (Not to mention his initial goal was to make someone deserving of killing him, romance in self destruction via outward force and so on and so forth). After all of this you'd think they hate each other and honestly a part of Dean does hate him but another part of him craves his praise and attention and he knows he's too far gone at this point and the only person who could love a monster is another monster. He's everything he ever feared he'd become and Jacob is the now steady force holding all his broken peices together. Congrats to Jacob for literally making him worse! And congrats to Dean for making Jacob unhealthily obsessed with him and making him feel something for the first time in years! Even if it was possessiveness and a twisted version of love! They beat the shit out of each other on multiple occasions, sometimes before or during sex. They threaten to kill the other's families and almost go through with it a few times. By the end Dean is willing to kill anyone who tries to hurt Jacob and Jacob is willing to do the same, they're tragic, they're toxic, they're the worst, they make everyone uncomfortable and they'll probably die covered in each other's blood. But at least they'll be holding hands <3

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Tag: #ship: Only Us Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4GDAKjOCyUKxWqw7acgzgi Pinterest: https://pin.it/2WOuuEp

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who makes up your ship?:

CEO (human) and Arowana (the weird fish thing)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

They do extremely unethical experiments on people together under the guise of saving them, but Arowana is just using them to eat the people while telling CEO that that was a last resort. CEO is hopelessly devoted to them, both romantically and religiously, and uses everything he has financially and emotionally to support whatever they do (even to him). Arowana is initially only using him, but falls in love and becomes unhealthily obsessed, threatening to harm those who look at him. CEO is a human, Arowana is a god, keeping him alive no matter what happens to him. (Also, Arowana does have a human form, they're just not in it 80% of the time.)

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

None of those, but I think about them to the song "Hakidasu" by Mao Sasagawa and "god, please () me, a monster"

[derelictlovefool]

Ao3! Kofi! Request Guidelines!

♡ — Fluff

♧ — Angst

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◇ — Canon Typical Violence

□ — General, No Warnings

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Last Updated: 21/09/2024

— Fics involving my original characters [oc x canon & oc x oc works]

Resident Evil Village

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

What's His is Mine and What's Mine is Mine: Colvyr Covali x Alcina Dimitrescu, Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — □

Alcina's Notes on Colvyr: Features Colvyr Covali, Alcina Dinitrescu and her daughters — □

Kiss on the Forehead: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Hope: Features Darius Lupan, Ethan Winterd and the Duke — ◇

Far Cry 5

SMFYaM CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed — ◇♤♧

Safe & Sound: Features Dove & Pheobe Ash (@/deputyash's oc's), Dean, Caleb, Charmeine & Ace Sinclaire — Single Parent Crossover AU □

The Angels Right Hand: Features Anya Cherkov, Faith Seed, Simon Dallas and Sharky Boshaw — ◇

Unwanted Visitor: Features Jerome Jeffries, Baptist!Dean Sinclaire and Peggies — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Misguided: Features the Seeds, the Sinclaires, Herald!James Rook and Marvin Brooks — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Not a Diva: Peggie!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

A Glimpse: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x the Seeds — ◇♡☆

A Moment of Bliss: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

Hard Decisions: Baptist!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — Reverse Fc5 AU ♡☆

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked: Features Marvin Brooks, Deputy Dean Sinclaire, Deputy James Rook, Jess Black, Grace Armstrong, Earl Whitehorse and Peggies — ◇

A Mistake and a Saving Grace: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed, Features Sharky Boshaw — ☆♡♧

Guilty Conscience: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ◇♡♧

Tired: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed — No Cult AU ♡

Head For Breakfast: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♤♡ [Consensual Somnophilia, Oral, Barebacking]

Dying Light 2

One Minute More Love One Minute More: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon — ♧

24/03: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon x Lawan — ♡

The Boy From Never and Ever [original fiction]

Scars & Ink: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡

May I?: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡♤ [Blowjob, Face sitting, Barebacking]

Shiptober

Day 1, 2 & 3: Wade Wilson x Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 3: Praise kink, Butt plug, Oral, Handjob, Doggy Style, Overstimulation]

Day 4, 5 & 6: Heather Lucille Valentine x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♤♡ [Day 4: Thigh Riding, Handcuffs]

Day 7, 8 & 9: John Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♡♤◇ [Day 9: Thigh Fucking, Masturbating, Oral]

Day 10, 11 & 12: Mary May Fairgrave x Anya Cherkov — ♡

Day 13, 14 & 15: Faith Seed x Piper Vasquez — ♤♡ [Day 13: Dry Humping, Intoxication, Oral]

Day 16, 17 & 18: Karl Heisenberg x Colvyr Covali — ◇♡♧

Day 19: Cooper McCoy x Gabriel Stokes — ♡

Day 20: Rai Anderson x Casper Vasquez — ♡

Day 21: Michael Sinclaire x Alexys — ♡

Day 22, 23 & 24: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 23: Intoxication, Strap On, Bareback, Public Play]

Day 25, 26 & 27: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇☆ [Day 25: Public Play, Vibrator, Edging]

Day 28, 29 & 30: Joseph Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡◇☆

Day 31: Audrey Marshall x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡

Underworld

Under The Bleachers: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

You Shouldn't Have: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

Valentine, Bryne [original fiction]

The Rain Fell My Love and So Too Did We: Sybil Bryne x Eliad Bryne — ♧◇

— Fics where the reader is the main character [reader x canon & reader x oc]

Resident Evil Village

Lunchbreak: Male!Lord!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Tearful: Features GN!Reader and The Duke — □

Doll: Features GN!Reader and Salvatore Moreau — □

Dating Karl Heisenberg: GN!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — Headcannons ♡

Far Cry 5

Between the Pages: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

You're Important to Me Idiot: Male!Deputy!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ◇♡

Hope County Residents Dating a Plus-Size, Pre-op Trans Man hc's: M!Reader x John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Jerome Jeffries, Sharky Boshaw, Mary May Fairgrave, Adelaide Drubman, Grace Armstrong, Eli Palmer — Headcannons ♡♤

Nights Like These: GN!Reader x Jacob Seed — ♡

Through the Pouring Rain: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

By The Fire: GN!Reader x Grace Armstrong — ♤ [Oral]

Good Boy: GN!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ♤ [Praise, Doggy Style]

Intermission: GN!Reader x Nick Rye — ♤ [Public Handjob]

After Hours: GN!Reader x Joey Hudson — ♤ [Fingering, Oral]

You, Me and a Bottle of Whiskey: GN!Reader x Mary May Fairgrave — ♤♡ [Accidental Stimulation]

Caught Up In You: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♤◇☆ [Thigh fucking, Doggy Style, Barebacking, Creampie]

I Always Come Back to You Don't I?: GN!Reader x Eli Palmer — ♡◇

Tongue Tied: M!Reader x Faith Seed— ♡□

Dusk Till Dawn – Part 1: GN!Reader x John Seed — ◇♡

Marvel

Ouroboros — Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: GN!Reader x Wade W. Wilson — ♧◇♡

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Dorian x Beau ( @monoma-neitoblog-blog )vs Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic )

who makes up your ship?:

Dorian x Beau

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Beau and Dorian were childhood best friends. They've known each other since they were little and they became even closer as they grew up. They dated for a little while, and had an unofficial third in their other best friend, Orias. But Beau moved away to seek better opportunity (because he desperately wants to be famous) and broke up with Dorian before leaving. Fairly healthy so far right? But Dorian is a MESS. He's super reserved and never deals with his emotions, but he just WILL NOT leave Beau alone. It's bad, like every night he calls him and leaves him some heart-wrenching and VERY manipulative voice-mail, he sits there crying all the time, admits he would do ANYTHING to see him again. Beau just ignores him the whole time. Eventually, they're brought back together in a VERY public setting, with Orias there too (who has been watching Dorian crumble this whole time) and they all hook up. Beau wants to keep it hush-hush and not get back together with Dorian but Dorian is so glad to have Beau back. Orias wants to stay with both of them but doesn't do anything about their relationship either. Eventually Beau and Dorian kind of get back together? But it's still a mutually destructive relationship because of their inherently conflicting priorities and incompatible personalities. It's bad Tl;dr Beau left because he wanted to be famous and Dorian won't leave him alone so them and another friend are all brought back together and get back together even though they're all worse off for it.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

I don't have any art of all of them together but feel free to contact me and I'll find a way to whip something up!

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who makes up your ship?:

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

It all starts with Jacob kidnapping Dean, or having his chosen kidnap him for him technically. You know, how most loving relationships start. Then it goes into Jacob starving Dean for weeks, mentally conditioning him, psychologically torturing him and chipping away at his mental resolve until he breaks and becomes the perfect murder machine; which is when Jacob tricks him into killing one of his closest allies. (Not to mention his initial goal was to make someone deserving of killing him, romance in self destruction via outward force and so on and so forth). After all of this you'd think they hate each other and honestly a part of Dean does hate him but another part of him craves his praise and attention and he knows he's too far gone at this point and the only person who could love a monster is another monster. He's everything he ever feared he'd become and Jacob is the now steady force holding all his broken peices together. Congrats to Jacob for literally making him worse! And congrats to Dean for making Jacob unhealthily obsessed with him and making him feel something for the first time in years! Even if it was possessiveness and a twisted version of love! They beat the shit out of each other on multiple occasions, sometimes before or during sex. They threaten to kill the other's families and almost go through with it a few times. By the end Dean is willing to kill anyone who tries to hurt Jacob and Jacob is willing to do the same, they're tragic, they're toxic, they're the worst, they make everyone uncomfortable and they'll probably die covered in each other's blood. But at least they'll be holding hands <3

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Tag: #ship: Only Us Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4GDAKjOCyUKxWqw7acgzgi Pinterest: https://pin.it/2WOuuEp

[toxic-ship-tournament]

We have our contenders for round 1! Time to see your first nemesis.

1. Artekai x Fross ( @artekai ) vs Elliot Kane x Yuri Gallagher ( @cocainecowgrrl )

2. Dorian x Beau ( @monoma-neitoblog-blog ) vs Deputy Dean Sinclair x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic )

3. Jesminder Dhawan x Imogen Grant ( @ruecrown ) vs CJ x Jack ( @sai-nt )

4. Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed ( @jinfromyarikawa ) vs Iraraziel x Cassiel x Mai ( @cyclicalaberration )

5. Li Minshan x Ji Shenchi x Dai Raoyi ( @rosencrantzsguildenstern ) vs Crowcaw x Leora ( @honeydoe12 )

6. Rose x Andrei ( @manganese-heptoxide ) vs Ariel Herrera x Edward Nashton ( @baldurrs )

7. Moth x Bugsy ( @scentedtyrantwitch ) vs Charlie Berger x John Seed ( @detectivelokis )

8. Lucille x Jo ( @radioactive-dragonlover ) vs Valor x Ghost ( @velcrooooo )

9. Ve’Qren x Lohl ( @zillastar13 ) vs Res x Leo ( @adanaac )

10. Esmeralda Poofenplotz x Alice Luoja ( @cantdanceflynn ) vs Pash x Illoma ( @floralprintshirts )

11. Vincent x Jynx ( @bonetrix-arts ) vs Harbinger “Harry” x Dr. Vincent ( @certifiedwerewolf )

12. Wren Blake x John Seed ( @nightwingshero ) vs Ludovica Rossi x Pier Lombardi ( @raybotonline )

13. Theodore Antonov x Cito Putnum ( @pixelpancake246 / @pixelsdoodles ) vs CEO x Arowana ( @owo-whats-bliss )

14. Kotone "Katie" Hoshino x Ellis Lockwood ( @wren-writes-random-things ) vs Matejka x Nikki Darling ( @outpost-31 & @rhaaclaws )

15. Wayne x MC Scarlet ( @hellhoundmaggie ) vs Anita Gil x The Joker ( @sstewyhosseini )

16. Amaro x Calamari ( @hottopicabbacchio & @corpsoir ) vs Iphi, the goddess of sacrifice x Jack Sinclair ( @kira-the-whump-enthusiast )

JUST A QUICK HEADS UP! I had to switch around a couple pairings, but all is well. Side A will start being posted in a few hours. One poll every hour. Tomorrow Side B will drop around the same time, same posting schedule 💗

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 1 SIDE A WINNERS

Artekai x Fross ( @artekai )

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic )

CJ x Jack ( @sai-nt )

Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed ( @jinfromyarikawa )

Crowcaw x Leora ( @honeydoe12 )

Ariel Herrera x Edward Nashton ( @baldurrs )

Charlie Berger x John Seed ( @detectivelokis )

Lucille x Jo ( @radioactive-dragonlover )

congrats on advancing to the second round 💗

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 2 MATCHUPS

Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic ) vs. CEO x Arowana ( @owo-whats-bliss )

Esmeralda Poofenplotz x Alice Luoja ( @cantdanceflynn ) vs. Res x Leo ( @adanaac )

Artekai x Fross ( @artekai ) vs. Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed ( @jinfromyarikawa )

Harry Harcourt x Dr. Vincent DuFresne ( @certifiedwerewolf ) vs. Amaro x Calamari ( @hottopicabbacchio & @corpsoir )

Ariel Herrera x Edward Nashton ( @baldurrs ) vs. CJ x Jack ( @sai-nt )

Matejka x Darling Nikki ( @outpost-31 & @rhaaclaws ) vs. Ludovica Rossi x Pier Lombardi ( @raybotonline )

Leora x Crowcaw ( @honeydoe12 ) vs. Charlie Berger x John Seed ( @detectivelokis )

Lucille x Jo ( @radioactive-dragonlover ) vs. Anita Gil x The Joker ( @sstewyhosseini )

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 22

Prompt: Trouble Sleeping

Ship: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Vague mention of drug withdrawals

Words: 1, 050

Tick.

The blanket wrapped around Faith's shoulders was scratchy, it tickled her cheek and caught on every loose hair that touched it.

Tock.

She was warm, for the first time in a long time she wasn't going to bed shivering, curled up in a ball and clinging to herself.

Tick.

Yet she couldn't sleep, tired blue eyes staring at the face parallel to her own. Messy brown hair falling over the deputy's forehead and cheek as he soundly slept beside her. Dean—she'd finally learnt his name. It suited him.

Tock.

He looked serene, even with his face bruised and covered in small cuts. His breathing was gentle, one arm tucked under his pillow and the other laying in between them. Faith couldn't help herself and snuck her hand under his; she smiled when he squeezed it. He was warm. Almost unbearably so, like she was laying next to a human furnace. But she didn't mind, she honestly liked it. It was better than the cold.

Tick.

She shuffled closer, sticking one of her legs between his, nuzzling her forehead against his and closing her eyes as she listened to the slow inhale and exhale of his breath. The clothes he'd brought her added another layer of comfort, it felt good to be out of that stupid dress. They were his clothes, a large shirt and sweatpants—exactly what she'd expect him to have in his closet. He seemed to prefer comfort to appearance and she appreciated that, she used to be the same.

Tock.

She wondered if she could be like that again. She was on the other side of her withdrawals now, which had been violent and anything but pleasant, but she could feel that spark of hope in the pit of her stomach bubbling away. Dean bringing her to Dutch's bunker had probably been the best thing he could have done for her and she was thankful. Thankful he didn't just put a bullet in her head like so many of his allies felt she deserved. Maybe she did, but she was being given a second chance.

Maybe she'd end up in jail but what did she think was going to happen? Maybe the world would end like Joseph said and she'd be trapped in this bunker for seven years. That wouldn't be so bad, if she had Dean with her anyway—Dutch she could live without.

Tick.

She didn't want to worry about all of that right now, she wasn't even sure she was going to make it to that point. If Joseph found out she was still alive… She didn't dare try and guess what he would do. It wouldn't be good. 

She opens her eyes, freezes at deep pools of chocolate brown blearily looking back at her. Maybe she would be fine, maybe the man slipping his arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his chest would protect her. Like he said he would. Maybe she'd be able to believe him, over time. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face away in his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her own.

Tock.

He smelt like gasoline and blood, not things so easily washed off and it made her cringe. She'd put him through so much right alongside the people she'd tried to make her family and she hadn't cared how much damage she'd done to him. She was regretting it with each passing day. She was regretting it right now, his fingers brushing through her hair with a heavy tenderness only making her want to cry. She'd cried so much in front of him.

Tick.

He wasn't what Joseph said, he wasn't what John or Jacob said either. He was a good man, with a good heart; just trying to do the right thing. Even if that meant doing things that heaven couldn't forgive him for in the end. He seemed willing to make that sacrifice, he wasn't a man of any faith—hah—so he wasn't afraid of any divine judgement or punishment. Faith thought maybe that's what had gotten him this far.

He believed in people, people that could have his back and hold him up when he was about to fall. His faith was in his friends and family, the bond they shared and the strength they had together. Faith envied him. She thought she'd found that with Eden's gate—but she wasn't anything more than a means to an end. Anyone could have been Faith, it hurt to realise, it hurt to accept. But she hadn't meant anything to Joseph. She was just a vessel of one of his stolen dreams.

Tock.

She had the opportunity to do something different, be a part of something good. Even if she was only helping from the sidelines at the moment. She knew she wouldn't get forgiveness from a lot of people, she knew Tracey would ever forgive her, she didn't blame her. Dean, it was hard to figure out what he forgave and what he didn't. He held her accountable right along with the rest of her 'family' but he didn't persecute her. It felt like he understood, if only a little, the reason why she had done what she had.

And he'd decided that reason was enough to help her. 

Tick.

"I can hear you thinking—go to sleep,"

His voice is raspy and rough, the bruising on his throat no doubt making it painful to utter out the words. They fall against her hair and Faith sighs in gentle frustration, cuddling closer to him. She had been trying to fall asleep for hours, her mind just wouldn't stop chattering in her ear.

"Sorry," She murmurs, her own voice hoarse and quiet, lost on the scarred skin along his collar bone.

"S'okay,"

Simple. Being around him was so simple. She had forgotten how much she craved this. It wasn't as easy as she had wanted but it was better than what she had. She breathed in deep as a tired kiss was pressed into her hair—It was okay. They were okay, for right now, she didn't have to worry. For right now the County was still, she was as safe as she was getting. And she had Dean. Or more like Dean had her.

Tock.

And she really wanted to break that fucking clock.

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 9

Prompt: Masturbating + Thigh Fucking

Ship: John Seed x Deputy James Rook x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral

Words: 1, 707

It wasn't the first time Dean had found himself stuck in the middle of a John and James sandwich, it was quite a common occurrence for the junior deputy in fact but tonight was slightly different. He was tired, not the 'long day fighting a cult' tired but a 'bone deep, soul crushing, ready for a million years of sleep' tired. Dealing with John's siblings usually had that effect—dealing with Jacob especially. Joseph and Faith were almost pleasant compared to the ex soldier who never seemed to give him a break.

So when he crawled into bed not thirty minutes ago he was relieved and ready to close his eyes and drift off to sleep. Fate was never on his side however and when his lovers had laid down to join him they had two very noticable, very inconvenient problems poking into him as they cuddled closer than necessary. He knew the moment James' strong arm wrapped around his waist and his soft lips trailed up his neck, followed by John sneaking his leg between Dean's thighs and his own lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, that he was in for a longer night than he had planned.

"We missed you," John coos, trailing kisses along his jaw as his tattooed hand kneads into his thigh.

He whines as the two men grind against him, James' hard on dragging along the curve of his ass and John's rutting against his thigh. His whine is cut off as John presses a sloppy kiss to his lips, tongue invading his mouth and dragging over his own needily. This wasn't the welcome home Dean was expecting but feeling his lovers hands grope him as they humped him like hormy teenagers made it hard for him to complain. Dean moans into John's mouth as he feels James shimmy his boxers down, his cock sliding across Dean's skin and smearing the back of his thighs with his precum.

James whimpers into his shoulder, his hold on his waist tightening as he slips between Dean's thighs. John draws his own leg back and pulls his boxers down far enough to free his own erection. He moans into Dean's mouth as he palms the head of his cock, running his hand down the shaft and squeezing as he begins to pump it. Dean's mind, once foggy from sleep, is now clouded by a wave of want. Heat pools between his thighs, only further ignited as James' cock drags along his boxers, causing slight friction and making Dean rock his hips lazily.

James gasps as Dean squeezes his thighs, one hand reaching down so the head of his dick hits Dean's palm with each thrust. John nips at Dean's bottom lip before trailing open mouth kisses down his neck, stopping to suck on and nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. If he were in his right mind Dean might have been able to prepare himself for John biting down on his soft skin, but he yelps in surprise at the sting of pain; whimpering as John drags his tongue over the fresh mark. 

John moans as Dean's blood coats his tongue, his hand pumping his length more vigorously as he feels his stomach twist deliciously. Dean struggles to focus on any one thing, his palm now covered in beads of cum as James picks up his own pace, arm slipping away to grab hold of his thigh and press it down further. He groans and peppers hungry kisses to Dean's shoulder, hips slapping against his ass with each thrust and rocking him into John's chest as he fucked his thighs.

Dean lets his head fall against John's collarbone, his fatigue still weighing his body down as his far more energetic lovers take care of themselves. He presses a lazy kiss to John's skin, earning an appreciative moan as John presses himself closer. Dean felt the tip of his cock hit his thigh and he continued to jerk himself off, his breathing getting heavier as his body slid against Deans.

"You are wearing far too many clothes for going to bed love," He huffs, ironically seeing as Dean was only wearing his flannel and boxers. James takes this as an incentive to reach around and undo the buttons of Dean's shirt, pulling it back and revealing his heaving chest to John. The baptist doesn't hesitate to lean down and run his tongue across Dean's skin, delighting in every whimper and moan that escaped the junior deputy.

James hooks his thumb under the waistband of Dean's boxers, slipping them halfway down his thighs and repositioning himself so his cock dragged along his pussy. Dean gasps as his shaft rubs along his clit, returning to his original pace and rutting his hips against him. Wet sounds fill the air as Dean's arousal covers James, each thrust resulting in a loud smacking noise that almost drowns out the three mens moaning.

John sucks on Dean's hard nipple, teeth scraping the soft flesh before swirling his tongue around it. Even in his hazy state Dean really wished his tongue was somewhere else in that moment, his stomach churning at the thought. 

"Fuck i'm close," James breathes out, more of a warning for John as he lost himself to the soft wet feeling of Dean's thighs. Dean tries to wrap his hand around the tip of his dick, pumping the length that would poke out from between his thighs, but his hand is clumsy and he can barely keep his eyes open. His other hand rests against John's bare chest, feeling his molten skin and feeling him shiver under his touch. 

John uses his free hand to grab the back of Dean's neck, kissing him like a drowning man sucking in his first gulp of air. It's bruising and feels like he's trying to meld their jaws together and it's enough to tell Dean he was close too, the tense muscles moving under his hand winding up and readying to snap.

James groans Dean's name, fingers digging into his hip as his movements become erratic, giving a few more thrusts before his body tenses against Dean's back and he can feel his cock twitch between his thighs. That familiar thick, sticky substance coats Dean's hand, his thighs and some of it lands on John's thigh as well. His breaths are ragged as he slows his hips, grinding against Dean's ass as he rides out his orgasm.

John isn't far behind, curses slipping from his lips as he buries his face away in Dean's shoulder, a moan getting stuck in his throat as his hips stutter. His own cum coats the front of Dean's thighs, sliding down and mixing with James'. Dean whines half-heartedly, rubbing his thighs together and feeling the sweat and cum drip down his skin and onto the bed beneath him. 

John spreads the sticky substances up his thighs with his slender fingers, stopping to rub Dean's throbbing clit that had been begging for attention during their escapades. James kisses along his shoulder, large hand rubbing up his side as he shimmied himself down, trailing those kisses down his back as he went.

"You did so good for us baby boy," James murmurs, running his palms over Dean's bare ass and squeezing the soft flesh. Despite the fact Dean had just been all but used he couldn't bring himself to say he didn't enjoy it, especially not now with John's nimble fingers dipping inside of him while he trailed hot kisses down his sternum.

Before he knows it James is hoisting him up and rolling over, his hard chest pressed against his back as John positioned himself between their legs. James' hands caress his hips and Dean rests his hands over his, not having enough energy to do much more with them as John lowers himself down. Even with his blurry vision Dean can appreciate the sight of John licking the mix of his and James cum from his thigh, trailing his mouth up the sticky surface until his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Dean jolts at the contact, a moan ripping out of his throat as John's hot, wet tongue swirls around his clit the same way he'd done to his nipple. He was right—It felt even better. Dean was already sensitive, his body having reacted far more to the boys getting off on him more than he had. He was already dripping wet and when John dips his tongue inside of him his head falls back and he whines uselessly into the air.

"He liked that," James coos teasingly, kissing the shell of Dean's ear and wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him in place. John hums, the vibrations sending Dean closer to the edge and causing a shiver to run up his spine.

"Please," His voice is broken and shaky as he whines weakly into the air, hips rutting forward as he tries to grind against John's mouth. 

John reciprocates enthusiastically burying his face closer and flicking his tongue expertly, holding Dean's thighs as he begins to squirm and writhe under him. Dean gasps and whines and John's name tumbles from his lips as he feels a flood of pleasure rush to the ends of his tired limbs, his chest heaving as his thighs shake. John moans, not stopping his assault as Dean's hand weakly digs into his messy hair.

Dean falls back against James with a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering closed as he swallows thickly. James peppers kisses along his neck, cooing sweet encouragement against his searing skin. John trails kisses up his body as he crawls on top of him, leaning down to press a messy kiss to his lips. The taste on his tongue is a delicious mix of their cum and Dean moans weakly into his mouth. James pushes himself up behind him, smiling as Dean whines and nuzzles into his chest. 

"Are you tired baby?" James asks playfully as John brushes his hair out of his face.

"I'd apologise for the interruption but you seemed to enjoy yourself," John muses, smirking gently as he pushes himself up onto his knees.

"Let's clean you up so you can get some sleep,"

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 27

Prompt: Radio

Ship: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, mental conditioning, graphic violent thoughts

Words: 1, 138

Ragged breaths escape bruised lips, muddied boots dig into the foliage covered ground; every step sends an aching pain through Dean's lead heavy limbs. He's covered in a mix of blood, dirt and sweat, his clothes are torn and stink of gunpowder and gasoline. It felt like he'd been walking for days but in reality it had only been an hour. He couldn't think straight, red blurred the edges of his vision and he could still hear that damn song in the depths of his eardrums. 

He'd considered grabbing dry twigs straight from the ground and digging them into his ear canals but he knew the brief relief would be meaningless in wake of the pain that would come from the desperate act. He just had to keep taking in steady even breaths and focus on his path, he'd be okay at the Wolf's Den. Either they'd take care of him or put a bullet between his eyes, either seemed like a fine option right now if he was being honest. 

Dean stumbles, catches himself on a boulder and hisses as his bare palms drag over the jagged edges. His blood coats the grey surface, he doesn't bother looking at his hands to assess the damage, his body was a plethora of cuts and bruises and at this point if he was dying from anything it'd be infection. His radio crackles to life on his belt as he pushes himself back up, his brown eyes zoned in on his blood dripping down the cracks of the rock as the voice of the man he'd just run from ripped through the static.

"That was quite the show, Deputy, you really gave my men a run for their training—I'm impressed."

The praise means nothing to Dean, it's empty and worthless and said only to manipulate him. He knows there's a part of his weak brain exploding with chemicals, greedy and hungry for more acknowledgement of the hell he'd wrought but he ignores it to the best of his ability. He wasn't happy about what he'd done, he knew he wouldn't be able to close his eyes without seeing the carnage he left in his wake. He didn't want praise for that.

"I'll let you go for now, you've done well but remember, i'm not done with you yet. You're still too soft y'see and soldiers—good soldiers—can't be soft."

Dean tries to drown him out as he carries on, he knows he could switch channels. Turn the radio off. Throw it away. He could do all of those things, they would be so easy to do, but he doesn't. He can't explain why, can't figure out why he lets his voice drone on in his ear exactly how that song does. But he can't be bothered to make any move to stop it, he just keeps walking. He had to be close to the Wolf's Den now, it couldn't be that much farther.

"We'll carve that softness out of you together, it's not gonna be just me doin' all the work here. Ya can resist as much as you want pup but you know you'll be better off when we're done, that's why you behave so well during ya trials isn't it?"

Dean clenches his jaw. Breathes out heavy through his flared nostrils. He's angry—It fesls like he's always angry nowadays. He can't remember the last time he felt calm and ome of the causes of that was taunting him through his radio, his smug smile clesr in his words as he spoke slowly. He never rushed, never gave any indication he felt out of control, he was always steady and relaxed. Why did he get to be okay while putting Dean and so many others through hell? It wasn't fair.

None of this shit was fair.

"Yeah… You're good at takin' orders i'll give you that, just gotta break that rebellion outta ya. Maybe if ya didn't have so many distractions this would be goin' quicker, whaddaya think, am I right?"

Dean frowns, he didn't like where Jacob was going with that sentence. It made a low sinking feeling rise in his gut and he slowed his pace, his surroundings now familiar and he knew right around the jagged cliff was the hatch to the Wolf's Den. He made it, but was that a good thing?

"Eli's been real good at keepin' ya busy lately, huh?"

Dean swallows thickly, he can hear Wheaty's music from all the way out here. He stops walking, panic and bile in his throat.

"Please don't," he doesn't touch the radio, knows Jacob can't hear him, but he sobs the words out uselessly into the air anyway; falls to his knees and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to do this anymore. He's so tired.

"The way I see it, he's holdin' ya back from reachin' your full potential pup. All of 'em are but ya got it in ya head Eli can help you right? He can't. No one can."

Jacob's tone is dry, it sounds like he's walking and suddenly paranoia floods Dean's body. He opens his teary eyes and looks around, breathing ragged, hand resting on the knife strapped to his thigh. He hears Jacob begin to hum, the tune of that fucking song, just the sound of it causes pricks of anxiety under Dean's skin.

"I'm the only one that can help you, i'm the only one here that can see what you really have to offer. I know you can be—great. Perfect. So go on, play house with Eli all ya want but you'll be back home with me soon."

His words sound final, like he's said all he had to say but Dean doesn't move. His entire body is on alert, he can't trust the reality that he's alone out here. Every noise is him, every sway of the leaves is him, every vibration in the ground is him. It's all him—all Jacob. Dean knows he's crying, he can feel the wetness sliding down his dirty cheeks and the buildup on his waterline but he's silent.

"I'll see you soon Deputy."

The line goes quiet, the static ends, it's over. But it's not. His words echo in Dean's head mercilessly and keep him glued to the ground. His shoulders slump forward and he covers his face with his bloody palms, smearing the deep red liquid on his skin. He doesn't care. Jacob kept fucking with him, pulling him along on his strings and as far as Dean could tell there was no way out for him that didn't go exactly how Jacob wanted. 

Dean wasn't in control anymore, as hard as he fought to be.

Jacob had him right where he wanted him and until he said so he would stay there.

No one could help him now.

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 26

Prompt: Conflicted

Ship: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, toxic relationship, Referenced/implied torture, suggestive themes, mental conditioning, these dudes need therapy

Words: 1, 139

He smells like burnt corpses; tastes like gunpowder and gasoline.

His hands feel like handcuffs, they squeeze around his neck and pinch his skin painfully; but oddly there's comfort in the suffocating grip.

Dean has sunk his teeth into his flesh so many times he's almost covered in more bitemarks than he is scars. In turn Jacob has covered him in a myriad of bruises, purple and blue welts painting his skin with his wrathful affection.

Dean holds the handle of his hunting knife tucked under his pillow, brown eyes glinting with an edge that keeps Jacob's heart thrumming against his ribs. His scarred hand rests on the holstered gun on Dean's thigh, blue eyes sharp as they cut into Dean's unwavering gaze. They were evenly matched, equally able and ready to end the other at any sign the other would strike.

But neither of them made a move to do so. Locked in whatever kind of embrace this could be considered, their soft breathing filling the air as the early light of morning peeked in through the windows. Dean wasn't sure when he'd stopped being in Jacob's cages and taken residence in his bed, time blurred together nowadays and with a mix of Jacob's trials and Faith's neverending assault of bliss hallucinations he could barely keep his mind straight.

Fight. Kill. Sacrifice. Walk the path. Hear the Father's words. Cull the herd. Confess. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Dean closes his eyes. It's too much—he's tired. He rests his palm flat against Jacob's chest, feels the precious organ beating underneath his searing skin; he thinks about sinking the knife into it. But the thought also makes his skin crawl. When did he turn into this? Whatever he was now, a soldier, a sinner, a murderer. When had he started shooting first and asking questions later. When had he started mapping out exits and figuring out the fastest way to take down a group of fellow human beings?

He traces his hand up, his fingertips trace the base of Jacob's neck; he can see feel the muscles and tendons tense under his touch but Jacob keeps his hand on the gun. Doesn't flinch as Dean caresses his skin. He'd broken him down and was building him back up into something else. Dean didn't like it, didn't like the thing he was turning into.

Blood coated his hands, crimson stains he could never seem to scrub off. His hands, Jacob's hands—they were one in the same.

Dean had kissed his broken knuckles more than once, chipped his teeth on the cartilage and choked on the liquid rage that slid down his throat. He liked the way it tasted. He liked the way it hurt.

He's trapped in this purgatory of Jacob's design and he can't see a way out of it. He doesn't know if he wants to find a way out, as each day passes he feels more at home in the dirt and the fire. Jacob's chain around his neck feels like safety, his words in his ear sound like the word of god, his lips on his skin like heaven and hell all at once.

There's a bubbling guilt in his stomach that churns as Jacob's hand trails up from the gun, resting in the dip of Dean's waist. It wasn't a surrender of power; it was a show of domination. Dean wouldn't use the knife hidden in the white cloth, just like Jacob never would have used his gun. Jacob hot breath fans over Dean's collarbone as he invades what little space was between them.

There were people waiting for him.

A kiss, viciously delicate, brands his skin like a cast iron.

His family was waiting for him.

Fingers dig into his flesh, demanding, pleading; claiming his territory.

Everyone was waiting for the deputy to reemerge, burst from the soil and bring down hellfire upon the people who dared imprison him.

Dean knew he'd give them what they wanted, it was inevitable, whatever this was, was temporary and he'd be tearing down Joseph's empire soon enough. But he'd have to claw his way out from under Jacob's heel first and at the moment it felt like an impossible task. His goliath that he couldn't yet take down.

Jacob burns a trail of kisses up his neck, his teeth scrape along his skin in a warning, his tongue dragging over his carotid artery incitingly. Dean should hate it, should find it revolting how his insides twist with need at the hungry touches. But he can't bring himself to. 

The knife is heavy in his hand. The handle burns into his palm, he can't let it go. Can't give up his last strand of defiance, he wasn't sure what would happen if he handed himself over like that. Jacob could take everything else but he'd keep his soul tucked close, his spirit clenched tight in his bloodied fist. He lets Jacob kiss his lips, he even kisses him back.

Jacob rolls on top of him, his body weighs him down like the ocean on the sandy floor. His body feels like it's sinking down, his lungs screaming in protest as Jacob steals all his air in his mouth. Dean keeps one hand on Jacob's neck, the other holds the knife to his back. He could bury it in the base of his neck, sever the brain stem and end this game here. 

He could—but he won't.

Jacob knows he won't, that's why he doesn't care when the blade digs into his shirt and creates a small tear in the fabric. He doesn't try to disarm the brunette as he devours any and all sound that escapes his lips. He tastes like every sin Dean has ever committed, his touch ignites the flames of war under his skin. Dean is intoxicated by it all, infuriated by the way his body reacts so pliantly to the red head, moving in tandem with ever rise and fall.

The blade drags upward, a line of angry red trailing behind in its place and Jacob groans; bites down on Dean's lip and draws out the same angry red and lets it coat his tongue.

Dean wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, he was desperate for him to be as torn as he was. He needed his mind to be a whirlwind, needed some part of him to be churning with self directed fury as he clung to his enemy with the desperation of a man drowning at sea.

He won't get an answer, he knows Jacob will take it to the grave. If Dean makes anything inside him stir he won't ever let him know. And maybe that's for the best. It'll make it easier not knowing.

When he brings that final blow down he'll be thankful he doesn't know.

[derelictlovefool]

Shiptober Day 25

Prompt: Public Play + Vibrator

Ship: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, remote controlled vibrator, edging, public-play, sort of sexting, they're gross for this one

Words: 1, 711

Another jolt. 

Another shock of stimulation.

Another barely noticeable shiver runs down Dean's spine. His fingers dig into his jeans as he keeps a placid smile on his face, trying his hardest to pay attention to the conversation going on.

Jacob watches him from across the table, leant back leisurely; one hand holding a beer and the other tucked away in his pocket. Dean knew exactly what he had hidden away in his pocket and Jacob knew exactly what he had hidden away in his underwear.

He didn't know why he agreed to this, maybe his pride got the better of him but when Jacob presented him a challenge he had no choice but to play along. He wasn't about to let his boyfriend walk around gloating, oh no, he was going to stay completely silent and composed the entire ni—

Another zap of intense vibrations fizzle away his thoughts and he clenches his thighs, a useless attempt at defiance. 

Dean swallows thickly and reaches for his own drink, glaring at Jacob over the rim of his glass. He's hoping everyone is assuming the red on his cheeks is from the alcohol, he's always been a lightweight and it wasn't unusual for him to go red after one drink. He was trying to stay still, to avoid squirming and rubbing his thighs together in search of any type of friction. He hated the idea of anyone catching on to what was happening but fuck—this was turning him on.

And Jacob knew it.

He had a smirk stuck on his face as his icy blue eyes watched him, glued to him like he was a piece of candy ready to be unwrapped. Honestly Dean was wishing he'd snap and whisk him away to do just that. But that wasn't the game they were playing right now.

Two more shocks, one right after the other and Dean shifts in his seat as he puts his glass back down. He throws one leg over the other, thinking maybe it'll relieve some of the intensity but as another blast of pleasure ripples down his thighs he realises that was a mistake. The new angle shifted the vibrater even closer to his clit, assaulting the bundle of nerves with intense vibrations and having him bite down hard on his tongue.

He tears his eyes away from the all too pleased with himself redhead and tries to focus on his friends faces but as Jacob hits that stupid button again he can't manage to hold eye contact with any of them. This was filthy, it felt wrong almost—but he wasn't about to give in. He just had to hope his years of training himself to be quiet when he orgasmed was going to pull off and see him through right now.

His phone buzzed in his jeans and he fished it out quickly, thankful for any type of distraction. Unfortunately it wasn't the salvation he was searching for, a text from the man sitting across from him staring up at him.

'Ready to call it yet pup?'

Dean glanced up at Jacob, noting his phone lazily rested on his thigh in place of the beer. He raises a brow at him and Dean fights off the scowl trying to fight its way onto his face.

'Get fucked <3,'

Dean watches Jacob's smirk widen into an amused smile, it's infuriating how handsome he looks in the dim bar lights. If Dean wasn't feeling particularly stubborn he'd drag him to the bathroom and make him finish what he had started. 

'Working on it.'

The cheeky motherfucker. 

Dean shoves the phone back into his pocket and reaches for his drink again. He can feel the vibrator begin to buzz away again but this time it doesn't stop. Dean wraps his hand around the glass and tries to ignore the way his clit throbs, or how his thighs begin to feel like jelly. The on and off stimulation had made for a cruel form of edging for the past hour and the sudden steady stream of vibrations was enough to make him light headed. 

"Are you good man? You look like you're gonna faint,"

Dean jumps as James leans down to speak in his ear, the other man laughing at his bewildered expression as he tilts his head back to look up at him. A few of the others laugh at the interaction but go back to their conversations quickly.

"Think i've had enough drinks for tonight is all," Dean tries to keep his voice steady but the prick across the table seems intent on keeping his thumb down on the button controlling the torture device in his pants. He feels guilty talking to his friend as if he wasn't getting closer to climaxing by the second but he's made it this far and he can't give up now.

"You've had two mimosas,"

"Yup," Dean pops the 'p' before throwing down the last of said mimosa. Making sure to fix Jacob with an extra nasty glare as he set the glass down. He either wants to punch or kiss that infuriating smile off his face, at this point he doesn't care which.

"Well Jake, maybe you should take your boy home," James smiles at the veteran, Jacob taking his eyes off Dean for the first time that night to give an acknowledging nod.

"You wanna head home sweetheart?" He has the fucking gual—

"No i'm good, you finish your drink baby," Dean is shocked he's able to put the sentence together let alone have it come out so strongly. Jacob lifts his hands in mock surrender, his hand leaving the remote and giving Dean a moment of reprieve. But one that was slowly becoming unwanted. The tension stringing his entire body together was becoming unbearable.

James is luckily too deep in his own drink to notice the looks the couple is giving each other and turns away as Sharky slaps his arm to get his attention. Dean is thankful for the space but he sees Jacob's hand slip back into his pocket and nearly feels like crying as he starts pressing the button in sporadic, close together bursts. 

His eyes stay locked on Dean even as he takes a casual sip of his beer, a smaller sip than usual, a pleased smile on his face as he places it back down. Dean regrets his words knowing full well Jacob intends to finish his drink and Dean along with it. At this rate he'd be done well before the drink.

Dean wants to run and hide, he wants to jump over the table and kiss Jacob so hard he bruises both their lips. He's biting so hard on the inside of his cheek that he can taste blood and gripping onto the seat of the chair is doing little to help him. He keeps still, tries not to give Jacob the satisfaction of looking in his eyes as he feels himself start to come apart at the seams.

He wasn't sure if it was Jacob's eyes on him, knowing exactly what he was doing to him or the fact they were in public and everyone around them was clueless but something about this was making it so much harder to keep up his usual cool. Staying quiet while masturbating in the comfort of his own home was much easier than this.

His body was on fire, his underwear was soaked, that coil in his stomach was drawn so tight he wanted to cry. He pulls out his phone once more, ducks his head down and lifts his arm up to shield his face from his friends as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He couldn't make noise even if he wanted to, he couldn't be caught out by half of their friend group like this. God he'd never be able to look them in the eyes again.

But fuck it felt so good.

Dean feels a boot nudge his own and he opens his bleary eyes, looking up at the culprit through his lashes and feeling frustration add on to the tension in his body as Jacob sips his beer. He wanted him to look him in the eye, a silent command to let him see the exact moment he unfurled. And it was coming sooner than he was proud of—he almost makes a noise. Almost breaks, but he swallows it down and glares at Jacob. Unfortunately the fog in his brain detracts some of its heat and it looks more like a desperate wince.

Another text.

'Quiet now pup, don't want everyone to know what a little slut you are,'

How did he have the ability to type that so quickly with one hand, he could barely use a keyboard on a computer—

Another jolt and Dean realises Jacob's finally put the vibrator on the highest setting. In seconds Dean feels himself lose it, pleasure ripples through his lower body and he curls his toes and clenches his fist in his dire need to stay silent. Much to Jacob's surprise he doesn't make a peep, but his face is twisted into one of pure bliss as the small vibrator draws out his high. 

Dean exhales deeply, luckily muffled by the loud mix of bar chatter and music and finally; he smiles. He grins at his very impressed looking boyfriend, mouths, 'fuck you,' as he leans back in his chair. The vibrations are still going strong but by shifting in his sest Dean manages to ride out the short overstimulation just as quietly. Then they stop and Jacob reaches for his beer, swinging it back and finishing the last of it in one go.

"S'been fun, gonna get going," Jacob gives Eli a hearty pat on the shoulder as he pushes his chair back and stands. Dean feels like shouting at him to sit back down and give him a minute to recover but the new hungry look in his eyes tells him that's not an option. 

"You two wait 'til you get home 'fore any funny business, I don'want to drag you to th'station for public indecency again," James slurs his words, wagging a finger at them as Dean slowly raises himself from his seat.

Oh if he only knew.