#jacob seed fic

[sephi-seedling-23]

Last Night Out

`You could have sworn that checked your phone before you left Mary May’s bar. You definitely knew it was earlier than two in the morning when you left said bar.

              Earlier that day, you were in Jacob’s office giving him puppy dog eyes. You asked him if you could go to the bar once and keep it a secret from Joseph. You pleaded with Jacob on this for two weeks now. It was halfway through the third week when he finally broke.               “Fine, pup!” He snapped. Your pestering and begging finally getting annoying. You were too busy doing a victory dance to listen to the conditions he had placed on you. Jacob snapped his fingers and tapped the temple of his forehead with two fingers. A sign letting you know to pay attention. You immediately froze and lowered your hand that was in the air.

              “Be home at midnight, and behave yourself,” he looked at you with a stern look, though his eyes were full of concern.  You nodded quickly and left his office in excitement. You started texting your ladies as you made your way to your room.

His words haunted you as you left Mary May’s bar. You could hardly stand up by closing time. You cursed Adelaide for challenging you to a drinking contest. Halfway through the contest, Kim Rye poked her head over at you and Adelaide.

              “Hun, your phone is going off the hook,” Kim said pointing at your phone which is vibrating. You chuckled and hit the side button, silencing the phone. You looked at Kim with a happy drunk smile.               “It can wait till tomorrow, right?�� you respond, ignoring Kim’s concerned look.

                Next thing you knew, it was closing time. Mary May and Adelaide helped you to a vehicle, while Kim carried her drunk husband to the vehicle. Once you were nested in the vehicle, you checked your phone.               “Oh shit!” you yelled. There were five missed calls and fifteen text messages, all from Jacob. Your face went white as your jaw dropped. You knew you were in trouble and were surprised Jacob hasn’t shown up himself. You buckled up as one of Jacob’s men drove you back to the veteran’s center.

 As the vehicle stops in front of the veteran’s center, you checked your phone, noting the time, three am. You looked around and noticed how eerie everything was. The judges were silent in their kennels. People locked in their cages were even silent. Looking around, you noticed that not even other cultists were hanging around. Between the silence and the stillness of the air, you felt like you were walking in a trap. Thankfully though, you were still feeling that liquid courage. You moved and stumbled your way into the front door.

              The building inside was quiet. You tried to be silent but with your drunken state, you couldn’t find the light switch. When you did find the light switch, you cursed loudly as you kicked the wall. Hearing a loud cough, you spun around quickly. Apparently too quickly, as you catch yourself falling backward.               “Hello there my love,” you smile at him giving your best loving smile.

Jacob was sitting across the foyer. He was set back in his chair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his head resting on his hands. There was a look in his eye that said he was in no mood to play. You give a gulp standing as still as you could, though you could feel your body sway while under the influence.

              “Welcome home, pup,” he responded, narrowing his eyes at her. His voice was cold but not harsh. “Did you have fun?” You let out another gulp. You knew you were in trouble. You broke the only two rules he gave you. You keep your eyes glued on him. He takes two fingers and taps his knee, giving a look that says obey or else. You instinctively moved to his side. You stumbled back as you came to a stop.

“Where did you go tonight?” His tone was quick and sharp. He didn’t look up at you.

“I went to the bar with friends, I thought I told you, silly goose!” You chuckled, swaying a little. You failed to see the eyebrow warning he gave you. “Who all did you drink with, PUP,” he emphasized pup. Your smile faded quickly as you respond.

“Mary May, Adelaide Dubman, and Kim Rye,” you spoke quickly.

              Jacob let out a grunt in response. He knew those three very well. They were usually the ones that you get in trouble with. Though he does give kudos to Kim and Mary May, they tend to also be the responsible ones. He taps his cheek once. You immediately bend over and plant a kiss on his cheek. As you bent over, he picked you up over his shoulder. Your knees were at his chest, and his lower back at your face.

              “Jacob!” you exclaimed loudly. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t get dizzy. Jacob was carrying you to the bedroom that you both shared. In your drunken state, you reached down and started to poke and pinch Jacob’s butt. With each pinch, you would receive a grunt. He would also jerk his shoulder up to jolt you around, making you stop. You snickered each time.

Once he reached the bedroom, the tossed you on the bed. You closed your eyes as you tried to stable yourself, the toss made you dizzy. Feeling Jacob’s warmth, he grabbed your hand. You feel a cold metal clasp on your hand with a click. The same happens to your other hand. You could feel Jacob’s weight on the bed as he lay next to you. You could feel his shoulder leaning against the side of your stomach as he looked at you.               “Open your eyes, pup,” his voice was commanding and gentle. He looked at you expectantly.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times. Your head was still spinning as your eyes tried to find and steady on him. When you finally focused on him, you noticed the worried lines that formed on his head. You could tell he was truly worried about you, but he tried to hide it behind a stern glance. You felt a little guilty.

              “I had my phone on silent, I didn’t hear anything,” you blurted, the alcohol making you feel guilty. “I’m really sorry hun.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, “Are you?” He gave a knowing smirk. You should have known that no matter how much freedom you had, he always had an eye or ear on you. You look away, remembering Kim alerting you to the first call. As you looked away, you looked up, noticing that Jacob had handcuffed each hand to a bedpost. You pulled gently giving a ‘really c’mon’ look. You heard Jacob laugh next to you.

              Watching him, Jacob stands up and moves to a nightstand next to him. Pulling out a blindfold, he starts to hum, Only You.

              “Jacob? Love?” You looked up at him. He ignored you as he continued to hum. He moves to the far wall. He turned to lights off, leaving only the beams of an dim light from the stand next to the bed. Slowly, and methodically, he turns and walks back toward you.

              “You betrayed my trust….” He finally said. He slid the blindfold over your eyes, adjusting your hair as needed. “Only you….” He stated more than sang. His hum was the last you heard before he took you over. His scent surrounds you as you feel his weight shift on top of you.

              “Jacob?” you asked again, only silence and his calloused hands on your skin responded.

Inspired by this painting by @aamuusva​

[babygirl-coded]

“ unethical pervasion is what you can call it ”

᛫ current chapter on AO3 ᛫ snippet here

᛫ jacob seed + original female character → dead dove do not eat, sexual content, underage sexual content, gore, violence, murder, abduction, medical malpractice, huge age difference, cannibalism, dub con, non con, character death.

[annwrites]

⸻ finding bliss in the bliss.

· pairing: jacob seed x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: jacob seed takes your virginity in a field of bliss · tags: porn w/o plot, dry humping, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, teasing, praising, tummy bulge, missionary, cowgirl position, dirty talk, lotus flower position · tw: drugging, dub-con (reader asks about protection, but jacob makes the decision for them both to bareback it) · word count: 4,686

You swear, that the more you walk, the stronger a faint humming sound grows up ahead.

Once the two of you break through the trees, you see where it emanates from. Before you is a massive field of flowers. Moths flit along them, and behind the field is a row of greenhouses—to the right of them, a huge marble-and-stone building.

You look at Jacob. "Where are we?"

He nods his head toward the large building. "That's the factory where we make all our Bliss. And, while there's plenty of others throughout the region, this is the largest field of it that we have."

You balk.

So you're both standing before a giant field of hallucinogens.

"W-Why did you bring me here?"

He looks down at you with his hands in his pockets. "You were the one who was curious."

Your brows furrow. "I expressed that curiosity in the truck—meaning you were already headed this way."

"No, originally I was going to take you to Sabre-Tooth Springs. We're just making a detour right now."

He steps away from you then, walking closer to the field.

You panic.

"Jacob," you call in a near yell.

He turns back to you with a raised brow. "You wanted to know what it was like."

"I didn't think I'd be finding out tonight..."

He doesn't respond.

You take a small step closer to him. "What if...what if I have a bad trip?"

He determines it a small victory that you're not going to fight him on this experience, but, rather, are willing to let it happen.

He steps back over to you and his broad form towers over your own. He nearly smirks at how small you are compared to him. So vulnerable...

"I'll be right here the entire time. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

You glance to the alluring field of flowers, illuminated only by the moon above and the lights from the greenhouses in the back, then back to the large man before you.

"Do you really think my first time doing it...it being in a field of it, is a good idea?"

He shrugs. "No one's ever had a better one."

You nearly roll your eyes as he turns away from you.

You quickly reach out and grip his right hand in your left, and his head jerks in your direction at the sudden contact.

You look up at him with wide eyes. "Can...can I hold your hand?"

Your own is shaking, he notes.

He nods.

You take a deep breath, then another as you step closer and closer, until, finally, you're at the beginning of a path which leads down the middle of the garden.

You grip his hand tighter as the two of you begin down it and your head quickly begins to spin as you breathe in the strong-smelling flowers which surround you. Your other hand comes up to wrap around his arm as sparkles fill your vision.

"I feel so dizzy... Light-headed," you state while looking around as your vision swims. "Everything looks funny. I don't like this."

He drags you along—further in—cutting across the path until you're completely surrounded by the angel's trumpet flowers.

"Just relax. Everything you're feeling is completely normal."

You shake your head, trying to center yourself, but it causes the entire world to spin instead, so you press your forehead against Jacob's upper-arm, desperately wanting it to stop.

"Here, just sit down and ride it out."

Ride it out? There's no riding it out so long as you're sitting in a damn field of it.

Nevertheless, you do as you're told and take a seat beside him, swaying from side-to-side as you watch the world around you ebb and flow, as if you're underwater.

"Hey, look at me," Jacob says as he gently places his index finger under your chin.

He turns your face in his direction, which causes your vision to fill with small, silver sparkles again.

"Yeah, your pupils are blown."

Your heart jumps and you swallow nervously as you reach up to your face.

"Is that bad?" You ask with a whimper.

He smirks. "No, just means it's working."

You wonder what he means by that, but find yourself completely unable to concentrate long enough to try and figure it out.

"Lie back."

You do, and close your eyes, willing yourself to calm down. Wait—didn't he say it helps do just that? No. That happens when you find the correct dosage, which this most certainly is not.

They smell so lovely, though...

Finally, when you open your eyes, you notice that Jacob is now leaning against his left arm and looking down at you. "How do you feel?"

You blink up at him. "Warm."

"So take a layer off."

You giggle, then cover your mouth, wondering where the hell that came from. You lower your arms back down to your sides.

"Are you trying to get me to take my clothes off?"

His brow raises. "You're wearing a hoodie."

You flush. "Oh. Right."

You unzip it, and Jacob's eyes darken when he notices you're not wearing a bra beneath your thin t-shirt, but you don't see his reaction as you sit up only long enough to slip the article of clothing off before you lie it beside you, and you yourself lie back down again.

"Better?" He asks.

You look up at him again, suddenly feeling warm all over. Is that a normal reaction?

"No, still warm."

His jaw flexes. "So take something else off."

Normally, you know you'd be beyond upset at such a suggestion—would make a scene over it and never do it, but you simply...don't care in this moment. You feel a way you never have before. Calm, euphoric. Happy.

So, you sit up again and grip your t-shirt at the hem, then lift it up, and over your head, and Jacob watches, his face betraying nothing as he takes in your now-naked breasts.

You lie down yet again and giggle, covering your shapely breasts with your hands. "I'm naked."

"Not technically," he replies, his tone completely serious.

"How are you not...do you not feel as good as I do right now?"

When you speak, your voice sounds little like your own. It's playful, lilted, breathy... Alluring.

His jaw twitches. “Let's just say I've developed a bit of an immunity to it.”

You wonder how that's even possible. How much of it someone would have to do to even achieve that. But because it's him—Mister Always-in-Control—you're not surprised by this fact.

You reach down to the waistband of your sweatpants and begin to wiggle out of them, not even caring as your underwear goes with them.

You look up to Jacob then, and his gaze is trained solely on your face now.

“Now I am,” you say, your entire body warm—a flush spreading lower than just your face, but to your neck and breasts as well.

He simply replies with a “mhm.”

You laugh at him, then mimic his serious disposition by pursing your lips and furrowing your brow. “So serious.”

You close your eyes again and breathe deeply, heat now pooling between your thighs.

Jacob, while your eyes are shut, uses the moment to take you in. Your breasts, your soft stomach, your round hips and supple thighs, and your sex between your legs.

When he looks back to your comely face, your wide eyes are open and watching him.

Before he can think or do anything, you're on top of him—straddling him—your legs bent at the knee on either side of his waist as you come down to rest directly over his throbbing erection, which strains painfully beneath his jeans.

He leans back on both his elbows as you rest each of your arms on either of his shoulders, your breasts nearly in his face.

"The hell are you doing?"

You shrug, feeling unusually bold... Obviously, or you wouldn't naked and on top of Jacob Seed in a field of psychedelic flowers right now.

"Not sure yet."

You giggle again and run your fingers through his hair.

"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

You feel your core heat at that. "Not usually."

His lips twitch. "I'm aware. Had I known all it would take to bring your walls down is some bliss, I would've brought you down here days ago."

You scoot a bit closer—your chest now nearly against his—and he groans at the sensation as his cock twitches underneath you.

"Why?"

He's broken from thoughts of fucking you senseless for teasing him like this. "Why what?"

"You've barely spoken to me for the past week—not that you're ever home—so why do you care about my walls?"

His cock hardens at you talking about walls, him wondering what the ones between your legs would feel like clenching around him. He doubts you could take all of him anyway.

"Does that upset you: me not paying attention to you, sweetheart?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Normally, you'd fill with embarrassment or shame. But right now? You simply shrug.

"Is that why you're naked and on top of me? Because you don't need my attention?" He asks, thinking he finally has the upper hand.

How wrong he is...

You grind down against his erection and sigh. "Mm, actually I want this."

He raises a brow. "To dry hump me?"

He could give you a lot more than that—you need only ask. But he isn't about to admit as much.

You hesitate for a moment, then nod.

He glances down to where your sex is already making a wet spot on his jeans, directly over his cock. He then looks back to you with hooded eyes. "Go on, then."

It's all the encouragement you need before you reposition herself overtop of his left leg instead.

He lowers it until it's flat on the ground, and then you do exactly what he said: you rub yourself against the leg of his pants and you throw your head thrown back in ecstasy while closing your eyes and slightly parting your lips.

For awhile, Jacob simply watches you with his arms behind his head, content to let you do this all night if that's what you want.

Then, he sits up for a moment and he reaches behind you to slip the band around your ponytail free, and your hair falls in soft waves down your back. He briefly considers how it would feel wrapped around his fist.

You don't stop your ministrations for a moment as you continue to whimper and sigh and moan while you take what you want—perhaps need.

Finally, you open your eyes and Jacob sits up a bit. You then wrap your arms back around his neck again and crush your lips to his.

You open your mouth and moan into his own over and over.

God, you've never felt so good, so free, so alive before.

You understand why people take bliss now. Who wouldn't want to feel like this forever? You could get lost in it. Want to.

He flicks his tongue against yours , then brings his rough, callused palms to rub up and down your bare back, and you shiver, gasping against his lips at the heightened sensation.

Then, he grips your hips as you continue to ride him, wishing he could get some fucking relief himself. He isn't usually this generous, in that, if he's with a woman, they're both getting theirs. Not just one of them.

You begin to ride his leg faster then and your breaths come in soft, short pants.

He suddenly flips you onto your back. "Oh, no, you don't."

Your eyes shoot open, as well as your mouth, but before you can speak a word of protest, Jacob lies down on his side and he leans against his left arm as he spreads both of your legs with his right. He then reaches between your thighs with that same hand and he runs his index and middle fingers between your soaking folds before plunging them inside of you.

You gasp at the unexpected gesture, then throw your head back against the ground.

Jacob brings his other arm to press down on the lower portion of your stomach as his fingers frantically fuck you, barely allowing you to catch your breath.

You bring your right arm up and grip his jacket, unable to so much as speak. Instead, you're only able to make the most embarrassing noises—which includes those coming from between your thighs...

Jacob suddenly curves his fingers upward, and you moan his name in response, causing him to smirk in satisfaction before easing yet another finger inside of you.

It doesn't take but a few minutes more before you finish—his palm covered in you as your back arches and you spread your legs wider. Sparks explode against your eyelids while your entire being is set ablaze and your cunt contracts wildly against him in pleasure.

He doesn't even bother stopping until your hand comes down to grip his wrist.

"Please," you whisper, trying to catch your breath—trying to calm your pounding heart.

His movements cease, and he removes his fingers from inside you, and you watch as he immediately places them in his mouth. And your eyes go wide as he sucks your juices from them.

Only once he's cleaned them does he settle his arm over one of your lowered thighs. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?"

You open and close your mouth like some stupid, gaping fish, before closing it and opting to simply shake your head.

He runs two of his fingers between your hot, dripping folds, and your body jerks in response before he brings them up to your lips. "Open."

You obey, and he eases his fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them before he removes them a few seconds later.

You don't find there to be anything extraordinary about how you taste, but perhaps he has a different palate than you.

You then decide that you sound ridiculous, and have no idea what you're even on about.

"So, did you get what you needed? Or do you need to go again?"

You're surprised he's offering you a second orgasm, but are pleased that he is nonetheless. The first had been...unlike anything you've ever felt before. It'd been mind-bending. Your entire body had been at his mercy.

You look at him shyly. "Maybe."

He brushes one of his callused thumbs over your nipple.

"Oh yeah?" He asks with mild interest before gazing at you.

You spread your legs again, nodding. "Mhm."

He sighs. "What am I going to do with you?"

You bite your lip. "Whatever you want."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "Don't tell me that or I'll fuck you within an inch of your life."

You still, somewhat wishing he would.

Then, you climb back on top of him again.

He leans back like before. "What are you up to now, darlin'?"

You unbuckle his belt and his hand shoots out to grip your wrist in an iron clasp.

You look at to him while your heart pounds wildly in excitement.

"You sure about this?"

He has no condoms on him, and he isn't about to even consider the pullout method. When he cums, it will be deep—with his cock buried as far inside of you as he can possibly shove it—every drop of his cum will fill you to the brim. And if your coupling results in something...more... He'll deal with that then.

All he can think about is everything he wants to do to you right fucking now. Consequences be damned.

You look at him and a small smile plays on your lips. "Trust me."

Him trusting you isn't the problem right now. Sure, Bliss no longer has the effect on him that it once did, but there's still an impact on his body when he gets near it. And being here with you like this in a field of it? He's liable to lose control once he's finally inside of you.

Once you have his belt fully undone, you then unbutton and unzip his pants, and you kneel next to him, and he lifts his hips as you slide them down to his ankles.

Before he can toe off his boots—wanting to fuck you completely bare—you climb back into his lap, and reach for his erection over his boxers. You stroke him a few times before rubbing the tip of him against your cunt.

He looks at you in confusion. "What're you doing?"

You continue rubbing him against you, and his cock twitches—once, twice—and he wants nothing more in all the fucking world than to finally sheathe himself inside of you.

"Are you trying to be a cock tease?" He asks, irritation lacing his voice.

You give him a mischievous grin and shrug before rolling your head to the side, your hair coming to slip over your shoulder.

Jacob sits up and he presses his chest to yours while you wrap your arms around his neck. And then he relaxes. You're just trying to ready yourself, that's all.

He reaches under you and starts trying to pull his boxers lower to free his throbbing erection, until you suddenly still and pull away.

"I..."

He stops. "What?"

If you're about to ask 'what about a condom', so help him God almighty above...

"I've never..." You trail off.

Realization dawns on him.

You're a fucking virgin. Even if you sure as hell are not acting like one right now.

"You're still a virgin, sweetheart?"

You nod, suddenly embarrassed.

He squeezes both of your hips firmly in his rough hands. "You want to fix that tonight?"

You just stare at him while nervously running your fingers through his hair.

He moves his hands lower and he grips your ass. "Hm? Would you like that?"

Your cunt is pulsing between your legs and you're so wet that you're dripping. All you can think about are all the things he might do to you if you say yes.

Why had you been waiting again? With your head so light and fuzzy, you can't remember anymore.

Finally, you nod.

He gently sets you to the side, and you watch as he unlaces his boots before tugging off his jeans the rest of the way. He then pulls his shirt off over his head, and you feel a pang in your chest at the scars that litter his abdomen. What happened to him?

Your feeling sorry for him is cut short, however, when he pulls his boxers off, freeing his erection.

Oh God. It'll never fit. Never ever.

He gently grips your hips again, and you sit back on his thighs, then gingerly take his erection in your hands and hold it up against your stomach.

It comes up above your navel.

Jacob could nearly laugh from the terrified look on your face.

"Something the matter, honey?"

"It's too big," you state while looking at to him with wide eyes, full of innocence. "It's not going to fit."

It twitches in your grip and you nearly unhand him when it does so.

"Oh, I'll make it fit, baby. One way or another."

You look into his eyes again.

"So, you want to be on top, or should I?" He asks, his tone patient as you decide.

"I...I don't know."

He sits up and wraps his arms around you. "You want me to decide then?"

He grabs your ass again and squeezes. "Want me to do all the work and you just enjoy yourself?"

You nod, hesitantly.

He leans forward and trails his lips, then his tongue along your neck, and you let out an unexpected moan, making his hard cock twitch again.

Once his lips are near the shell of your ear, he speaks. His voice is low, gravely, and full of lust. "Lie back and spread your legs."

He quickly grabs his jacket and he fans it out.

You lie back on it and do as you're told—spreading your legs wide for him.

He kneels before you, then rests back on his haunches as his hands first grip your breasts while massaging them, then he uses one of his hands to grip your hip, while he runs the other between your breasts and down your stomach, before finally coming to rest overtop of your sex.

"This what you want, darlin'?"

You watch as his cock bobs between his legs.

You nod, silently.

He slowly eases two fingers inside of you and you grip the jacket beneath you.

"Oh, yeah, that's what you want. Nice and wet and ready for me, huh, baby?"

You bite your lip, whimpering as he teases you like you had teased him.

Your eyes pop open when he removes his fingers and instead begins to rub the tip of his cock against your entrance instead. He slaps it gently against your pussy a few times.

"What about—"

"What about what, sweetheart?" He asks with a raised brow in mock-interest.

"Protection."

"We don't need it," he states, pushing inside of you before you can protest.

The pain isn't as bad as you had imagined it would be. Perhaps some mild discomfort at first, but he gives you a moment to adjust to the size of him—you'd been stupid in thinking those first few inches would be it, though.

As he eases himself the rest of the way in, the feeling is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

You've fingered yourself before, even used the handle of a hairbrush a few times—watching with fascination as it bobbed inside of you as you clenched around it, but this...you've never felt so completely filled.

Jacob lets out a low swear and you look up to him in worry, until he speaks. "You're so fucking tight, Jesus."

He looks down at you then—at where your bodies are now joined, with his long, thick, throbbing length completely hidden inside of you, and he groans in the back of his throat at the perfect fucking sight of his cock making your stomach bulge around it.

You did far better at taking every inch of him than he'd previously anticipated.

"That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?"

You whimper. "I feel so...so full."

He smirks. "I bet."

He begins to rock his hips against yours—slowly—using every ounce of self-control not to just fuck you raw like he wants so desperately to do.

He lowers himself on top of you and he uses one hand to hold himself up while he tries not to crush you. He uses his other to slide down your thigh before he lifts it onto his back. He sinks impossibly deeper and curses.

He looks down at you as you wrap your other leg around his backside. "Do you know how good you feel like this?"

You shake your head, and your eyes are now glazed over, while your face and breasts are splotchy from a sex-flush.

"First one to be inside this pretty little cunt, hm?"

If you weren't already pink and red all over, you'd flush from the words leaving his lips. "Y-yes."

He eases out and back into you a few more times—your cunt squelching from how wet you are. "Such a needy little pussy, isn't it? Bet it doesn't take much to get it soaked, does it?"

You shake your head, licking your lips. "It's kind of annoying, actually."

He chuckles. "Only for you. You have any idea how much use I'd get out of it if it belonged to me?"

You grow quiet, mortified at the way he's talking about your body, even if it turns you on all the more...

He crushes his lips against yours and he uses his tongue to tease you for a moment before pulling away and sitting up again while keeping his cock still firmly inside of you.

He reaches down and brushes the pad of his thumb along your lower lip before easing it into your wet mouth. "You look like you could use something to suck on, darlin'."

And so you do.

You suck on his thumb and hollow your cheeks while you wrap both of your hands around his, and he groans at the sight, imagining how his cock would feel in there.

God, you're fucking perfect.

He rams his cock into you a few times, and you just moan and sigh in pleasure.

He pulls out a few inches—admiring his glistening length that's completely covered in you—and then he shoves it back in.

You clench around him and take note of how he hisses at the sensation.

You do it a few more times—completely on purpose now—and he curses, and not quietly. "Fuck, Y/N."

Eventually, he grips your hips again, then rolls over so that you're on top, and he begins to tug your hips forward, then back, trying to encourage you to ride him again.

You start to do so, and the feeling of him settled inside of you, the feeling him moving with you...it's such an odd sensation, but it feels so, so good.

He lies back, then reaches up and he takes both of your breasts in his hands and he fondles them as you rock your hips against his. He begins to tug against your nipples, and he gently pinches them and smirks when he feels you clench at the feeling.

"You like that, baby, that feel good?"

You nod fervently.

"You're doing such a good job riding my cock, sweetheart. That's it."

He grips your hips again and guides you up and down his length until you begin to bounce on it all on your own. Little suggestions, that's all it takes to get you to do whatever he wants you to.

He throws it head back. "Fuck, just like that. God—fuck."

You settle both of your hands, palms face-down, on each of his pectorals, then settle onto his cock again, and then you begin to roughly buck your hips against him—riding him as hard as your body can manage.

So much for letting him do all the work...

He says your name over and over again with closed eyes while curse words escape his lips every-other sentence.

He's gripping your hips and sides so hard you're sure he'll leave bruises, but you don't dare tell him to stop.

Finally, he sits up, and he crushes you against him while burying his between your breasts. And then he takes one, then the other, into his mouth, and he gently bites down and sucks on them as you continue to ride and ride. His breathing becomes more erratic, while his hips buck against you—the tip of his cock plunging against your cervix.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Good girl. Ride my fucking cock. Just like that, honey."

Finally, you climax, and your walls clench firmly around him over and over again, and you realize that it's the first time you've come from anything other than clitoral stimulation.

Jacob quickly follows you over the edge, and his cum shoots inside of you—hot and plentiful—as he moans into your hair.

Once the two of you settle and begin to come down from your orgasms, he slowly eases you onto your back once more before removing his cock from you inch-by-inch. And you giggle when his cum spills out of you and onto the ground.

"There's so much of it," you say with a tone of surprise while gazing up at him, then down to his member that's coated in it—sticky cum dripping from the tip.

He smirks while looking between your spread legs where your cunt was is just a messy red hole that's covered in him and obviously needing to be filled back up again until you can't take anymore.

"And there's plenty more, trust me," he mutters, easing back inside of you.

[josephseedismyfather]

The Seeds Tarot Cards

The Seed brothers. All 3 brothers are done! What do we think?! Can't wait to get more. 😏 @redreart, I wish I had the words to describe how much I love these. You, my friend, are insanely talented and I couldn't ask for more beautiful pieces from you! THANK YOU SO MUCH! 🥰😘

If y'all are considering getting art from her, please do it! You will love it!

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Me: reads a beautiful fc5 fic that just wrecks me

Me: tries to go to the next chapter only to see it hasn’t been updated since 2018

Me:*sobs*

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

tagged by: @voidika and @thesingularityseries last week, thank you both <3

Well it's been almost two months and guess who's back to her FC5 verse again :) Still deep in the family angst with the kids so forgive me if this feels like a retread of stuff folks have already read, I swear things will progress with this chapter eventually. Anyhoo, usual warnings when it comes to Kit:

The gates at Saint Francis creaked closed as the white Eden’s Gate delivery van drove off into the foggy depths of the forest lined roads of the Whitetails, its red tail lights disappearing behind the misty wall near the bend in the road. November had rolled into December and frost littered the ground, leaving sparkling ice crystals clinging to the dead leaves, pine needles and gravel that made up the exterior grounds of the vet center's courtyard. Kit hadn’t even realized her birthday came and went with all of the chaos and the carnage surrounding her, her thoughts suddenly turning to the fact that she was now thirty two years old as she stood alone in her spot on the front steps, arms crossed over her chest, supervising as two of the followers carried in crates marked with Joseph’s cross.

Shifting her stance, bunching up the oversized flannel shirt she wore in her fist, Kit pulled the material closer to her where the cold air stung her still healing wound. Thick black stitches remained, holding skin taut as it sealed itself together once more, the flesh puckered and pale to match the letters carved above her breasts and across her shoulders, as well as the scars that littered her abdomen. The bitter, freezing air stung with each intake of breath, burning her nostrils, throat and lungs. The temperatures dropping up the mountain at a rate where frostbite would likely set in if she stood here without a coat for much longer. Her teeth clenched and her gums started to ache, knuckles chilled to the point where they seemed locked in place. A person could catch their death out here, not that she was going anywhere. From the darkened depths of the interior of Saint Francis, Jacob emerged with a cigarette, resting his shoulder against the pillar at the top of the steps beside her, covering the flickering flame of his lighter with his hand as he lit the end. “Didn’t know there was a delivery scheduled today,” he mumbled around his cigarette. 

She turned to give him a sideways glance, their eyes meeting for only a brief moment. “Not one of the usual ones. Had a few crates of clothes and things for the kids sent here. The rest is heading to the armory.”

He grunted and slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his army jacket. “Didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Stepping towards her, Jacob grabbed her arm tightly, pulling on it to spin her to face him. He sighed to steady himself, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. “You are really testin’ my patience here, angel,” he growled.

“You might have made me break before, but I'm not rolling over with this one.”

“You’ve gotten too comfortable. Complacent. Think ya rule the roost here, huh?” He took a drag of his cigarette and stared her down. His cheeks ruddy with the cold and the constricted blood vessels under his skin. 

“You were stuck in that bed for almost two weeks – I was forced to think that way in order to keep everything running.”

“Suppose ya did do a good job of that,” he said, looking her up and down before blowing smoke in her face. 

“You’re goddamn right I did.”

Jacob scoffed, giving a quick shrug. “Don’t need me then, do ya?”

“Really?” Her scowl deepened as she glared up at him, molars grinding, keeping the cold at bay as the rage boiled up inside her once more. “God, you are such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“Careful, Kitty.” Leaning in towards her, gripping her tighter until his fingertips buried grooves into her skin, he returned an icy glower in her direction. “I might have given you some slack on the leash, don’t think I’ve let go completely,” he rasped.

Her frozen stare pierced him and she ripped her arm out of his clutches, heading into the building without another word. 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To check on my children,” she called back over her shoulder. 

Tossing his half burned cigarette to the ground, he followed her in with sure strides, ready to continue their argument. “They aren’t yours, kitten.”

“Except they are. Someday you might even come around to that fact.”

Jaw clenching as she challenged him, his arctic eyes burned holes into her from under his darkened brow. “We both know that’s not happenin’, angel.”

The will to fight with him on this point burned bright inside of her. That white hot rage that lived deep in the pitch black dark at her core was rising up. Refusing to give in or submit. She had the will of God behind her, a conviction that could not be beaten. Christ, she might have actually finally understood Joseph and his mission, the way he felt so strongly about his orders given to him by a power far greater than he. It was an unbeatable force, a feeling that could not be ignored or dampened, and she was giving herself to it entirely. 

Digging her heel into the floor, Kit turned to face him, darkness in her eyes. “You asked me to give you something to live for, if I’m not enough for you on my own, then maybe a family is.”

“No.” His cold, dead-eyed stare was enough to set her off, the flat tone of his voice was the final tipping point. “You haven’t even met them, you’ve refused to,” she spat.

“‘Cause they aren’t stayin’, so why would I get attached? There’s nothing there for me to care about, Kit. They aren’t mine.” “God, if you only knew…” She seethed, a mother lioness ready to take on the world. “The things those kids have seen and lived through. That little boy was raising his sister, they were all the other had left in this world…” Storming towards him, she shoved her finger into his chest pointedly. “You tell me that that doesn’t sound familiar.” “It does, which is why I know that taking those two in isn't the right decision. You hear me, Kit?” His large hands lifted to cup her face, gripping the skin tight, stroking through waves of copper and crimson that framed it. “Listen to me, Kitty. The last thing those kids need is us playing make believe as a family.”

Her brow lifted. “Don't give me that bullshit about if I love them, I should leave them… you don't understand,” she whispered, voice husky with the cold as her eyes fell downcast, “I was willing to die to protect them, only ever felt that way about one other before.” Pale eyes steered upwards, meeting Jacob's gaze. Not having to confirm her feelings with words, a look was all that it took. “I need those babies, Jacob. I need them to keep me sane,” she pleaded. “They’ve already made their home here with me, they aren’t scared anymore – they will be if they’re with anyone else. They trust me. They trust Staci. Give ‘em a chance and they’ll trust you too.” “The last thing those kids need is to be puttin’ their trust in me, angel. I’m not here to raise a family, I’m here to train an army.” Kit rolled her eyes, chewing the inside of her cheek as she snarled. “Fine. Go back to your office, General.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, a glint of defiance in her eyes. “You should know, I reorganized the duties lists while you were out of commission. You had inefficient overlap,” she said, biting out the words before heading down the corridor to go to see the children. 

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[seedofjoseph]

homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.

Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.

It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.

Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.

"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.

You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.

"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."

"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.

Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.

"At attention."

Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.

"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.

Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.

"That's it."

And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.

"That's a good girl."

With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around

"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.

"N-no, sir."

"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.

"Yes, sir."

You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.

He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.

Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.

When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.

His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."

You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.

"You belong to me."

[gaqalesqua]

There's blood on her face and a voice in her ear. There's waves and waves of hostile foes coming for her, and she can't even remember her own name

[skoll-sun-eater]

Halloween fc5 oneshot

Idk wanted to try a hand at some fluff.

Word count: 2127

Humor/fluff/ mature.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Female deputy

Spicy stuff at the end. No minors.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60197800

October festive spirit in Hope County.

Jacob’s daughter Jenavieve wants to try and get to know other people here. She’s new to the region. Trouble is she’s painfully shy and Jacob is a very protective father.

Yet she still hopes to go out and maybe, with the tiniest of hope make some friends. Jacob too realizes he can’t keep her cooped up with him and her uncles. He hoped she she’d make friends with Faith but that hasn’t proved fruitful.

But his dear little girl has an idea;

She’s been begging and pleading with him to go to a Halloween party in Fall’s End.

“Daddy please? I-I’d like to go. You could c-come with me…” She ducks her head timidly.

Jacob sighs hard rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you could meet somebody too.” She smiles mischievously.

“Baby girl I told you, our profile in this county can be somewhat mixed. Sometimes it’s negative… Plus I’m pretty sure no woman is gonna want to take a chance with your old man.” He grumbles.

“Daddy. … Please!” She looks up at him. Pouted lip and all, playing into his sympathy.

It’s a losing battle, Jacob gives in.

“Fine honey.”

“Thank you, daddy!!!” She gives him a kiss “Thank you!”

“I’m not dressin’ up, I’ll leave that for you.”

“Hee hee, okay daddy.”

Jacob at least dresses somewhat nice and casual.  Black jeans with a white under T-shirt and a blue flannel on the top of it.

However, his daughter put some of that cologne she got him on the nape of his neck for a little something extra.

Jenavieve is dressed as…Well he’s not entirely sure. Every time he asks her she adds more to the back story of what she’s supposed to be.

‘Fairy’ and ‘witch’ is what he did hear out of her long descriptions, so he’ll go with that.

Of course, this is nothing we need to tell Joseph about right away if at all.

The community center in Fall’s End is lively. There’s pumpkins and fake spider webs everywhere. They go up the steps and there’s a plastic skeleton sitting in a chair with some purple and orange lights strung about it.

Upon entering, Jacob notices Jenavieve is having trouble going in, she’s getting nervous.

“I’m right here honey. Whenever you need to we can go” He saying reassuringly.

“I’m okay, daddy. Remember you go and talk to people too.” She keeps hinting at him to go hit on some woman.

The whole ride here she kept telling him what he should go do. “Mmhmm.” Is all he’d say to her. While it’s sweet, it is somewhat awkward that his seventeen-year old daughter is telling him how to pick up women.

Jacob hangs back and watches his daughter be a wallflower among wallflowers. As much as he’d like to intercept, she needs to do this on her own at times.

She continues to keep to herself. Ever so once in a while, she’ll go up to talk and try and talk to someone, however she ends up changing her mind.

She’ll get around to it.

People do seem to notice her though and why not? She looks pretty- she’s more put to together, her costume more thoughtful. The rest of these Fall’s End folks looks cheesy and somewhat ridiculous in their getups.

Not his baby though...  Pretty as a peach in her gown and witch hat. She sewed the sequins on it herself and everything.

The lights and music are getting a bit draining on him. He goes to get a drink from the bar setup inside.

He goes and orders something, the server is one of the locals, Mary May. She hesitates giving him a drink for a minute but ultimately follows through with a warning “Don’t cause trouble here Seed.”

“Thanks for the drink bartender.” He says sarcastically.

“Careful I can cut you off if I feel like it.” She scorns.

“Noted.” He continues unfazed by her belligerence.

“Why are you here?” She keeps at it.

“What? Can’t I go to a party?” He says with a smirk.

“Wouldn’t think you’d be one for something like this.” She asks with suspicion.

“Mm, I’ll have a shot of vodka if ya have any please.” He’s tired of her questions and she annoying him.

Mary May glares at him for a moment more.

“Please? I need to check on my daughter soon.” He reveals.

“Like hell you have a daughter Seed.” She seethes.

“Hmph okay.”

“Hey Mary May! Can I have a shot of whiskey?” Comes an energetic woman’s voice coming up behind him.

“Sure thing, deputy.” Mary May changes her tone and serves the stranger and him his drink as well in the process. The unknown woman comes up to him and parks it right as his side.

A deputy huh?

Jacob focuses on his own beverage not looking at this deputy until…

“Hi, I’m Phedra!”

“Ma’am.” Is all he responds with. He decidedly throws back his drink in a hurry.

“Oh ‘ma’am’ hmm?” She giggles. “Why how polite?”

He sets his glass down “Thank you Miss Fairgrave.”

“Hmph.”  Is all he gets in return from his pissy bartender.

“The name’s Jacob ma’am.” He nods before making his way passed this… very pretty woman.

He goes to disappear into the crowd to look for his daughter.

“You be careful deputy, that’s one of the Seeds we were talking about.”

Hmm…

He looks behind him to get another look at the deputy.

Goddamn…Yeah, not bad.

Jacob discovers his Jenavieve’s location, she’s off in a corner with a young man in a …scarecrow costume? Maybe just around her age with… With his arm around her!

She appears distressed, like she’s in one of her fits. Jacob gets a pit in his stomach worried about her condition he storms over to them.

“What’s going on here!?” Jacob startles the boy, making him almost jump. But he holds his ground and keeps near Jenavieve as if to protect her.

“What do you want Seed?!” The youth spits.

“I’m her father?” Jacob cocks an eyebrow at the plucky defiant kid.

The young man’s expression drops upon hearing those words. He turns to Jenavieve with a stricken look on his face.

“Uh this true? He’s your dad?”

“Yes, he’s my father, Wheaty.” She says beaming with pride. “Daddy it’s okay. Wheaty was just looking out for me.”

“Y-yeah she looked upset.” The boy chimes in.

“Well then maybe we should go home.” Jacobs interjects.

“No daddy i-it’s okay really, I wanna try and stay a little longer.” She pleads.

“Are you sure baby?” Jacob throws a glare over at Wheaty.

“Yes, besides I-I think this girl wants to talk to you.” Jenavieve points a finger passed him.

Jacob looks behind himself and sees the woman Phedra waiting patiently with hands clasped together. He didn’t catch it before but apparently, she’s dressed as a devil. All that leather made him think she was a biker or in some BDSM get up. Save for the two little red horns on the top of her head.

“Yes? Phedra was it?”

“Hi um... I’m sorry, I didn’t think speaking to you in front of Mary May’s company would bode well for anyone.”

“Hmm really now?” Jacob gives a sarcastic snort.

“Hello!” Jenavieve squeaks.

“O-oh, I’m sorry everyone, I didn’t mean to crash the party here.” The deputy backs away.

“It’s alright, maybe…you two could talk some where else?” Jenavieve begins suggesting playfully.

“Sweetheart, no-“ Jacob protests, but Jenavieve cuts him off and nudges him forwards to the woman in question.

“Please I insist, daddy.” His daughter smiles mischievously.

She’s put him on the spot, he decides to go along with it. What could it hurt?

“Sure.” Jacob replies.

Satisfied with her father’s response. “Wheaty, would you still like to hang out?”

She turns to the young man.

“Y-yeah... Sure if that’s okay. We could trick or treat if you want. People around here don’t care how old you are for that.”

“I’d like that.” The Seed girl beams.

“Umm if that’s okay with you sir?” Wheaty addresses Jacob more respectfully.

Of course, this puts Jacob more on edge. He worries about his daughter as any father worries about his teenage daughter running around with young man. Jenavieve is smart, is different. He knows she wouldn’t go too far with something. His main worries are with the boy.

But maybe he should listen to his daughter.

This deputy woman is interesting. He’ll trust his daughter.

“Fine, you can stay out.” He concedes. “Not too long though and call me.”

Apprehensively he watches his daughter disappear with that boy.

“-She’ll be alright, Wheaty is an okay kind of guy.” The deputy speaks up.

“Oh? You know him?” Jacob inquires.

“Not too personally, but he’s okay, really into music and such.”

“I’m into music that doesn’t say much about me now does it deputy?” Jacob remarks.

“You can call me ‘Phedra’ I ain’t on duty. But relax papa, it’ll be alright.” She coos.

If he and this woman are to ‘talk’ he thinking they should get on out of here.

“You wanna go somewhere else Phedra?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She answers immediately.

“How about my place?” He dares to ask.

“Oh, not the back of your truck or something?” She laughs

“Nah, while that does sound fun. But maybe some other time.” He flashes her a grin.

They leave; It’s a bit of a drive back to his place from Fall’s End. Is he moving too fast with this woman?

This… is just a one night stand, isn’t it?  So, in theory this is fine.

They pull up to the house. Jacob exits the truck first and goes around to open the door for Phedra.

“My, you’re such a gentleman.” She teases. But when in reality Jacob can tell she’s flattered.

She’s getting flustered and shy.

“Cozy” Phedra remarks upon entering inside the home he shares with his daughter.

“Thanks, my daughter is more of the house decorator than I. You need anything?”

“Water is fine.” She answers.

He gets her what she asks for. He watches her take a drink, watches her eyelids and natural long curled lashes flutter downward as she sips from the glass.

She must have noticed his staring when she spoke; “Jacob, if you’re having second thoughts… It’s okay.” She says with uncertainty

“Oh far from it honey, I ain’t havin’ second thoughts.”

“That’s good, I uh … Also want you to know that I don’t jump into bed with man that I first meet. But you feel like you’re kinda different? I’m sorry… that’s probably sounds stupid.”

“No not at all. I am interested in you too sugar. Maybe we can see where this goes after tonight.”

She bows her head, those eyelashes fluttering the way they do, looking down at her feet.

Damn that’s cute.

Jacob wastes no time in making the first move. Taking the deputy’s hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Well, angel?”

She swipes her braids out of her face. “Yes…’well’.”

The both of them are in Jacob’s room, stripping each other’s clothes off in a fervor. They crash on to his bed, pawing at each other greedily. Jacob roughly jerks her panties down, tearing the last piece of clothing off.

Snaking himself up her body, flushing himself snuggly upon her honeyed mocha skin. Using his hips to coax her thighs to spread further apart and pushes himself into her sex. She cries out much to his delight.

“Mm don’t worry about going slow, just fuck me.” She gasps.

“Gladly ma’am.” He replies smugly.

The bed creaks and groans loudly as if to match volume of their moaning.

This is what you wanted? Hmm to be fucked ragged?” He rasps as he slams himself hard into her body.

“Mm, I’m almost there.” She sighs.

He’s close too, wouldn’t it be nice if they could finish together?

However-

There’s a creaking from his door interrupting their finish.

“I-I’m sorry but you two are very loud, could you be a little quieter?” Comes his daughter’s voice.

“Sweetheart!” Jacob pulls the duvet over to cover himself and Phedra.

“When did you get home?” He asks her.

“About thirty-five minutes ago.” She says giggling. Thankfully she’s being somewhat polite she has a hand covering the side of her face. As to not peep on them.

“Honey... Just go to bed then!” He says agitatedly.

“Okay.” She laughs and shuts the door.

“Sorry about that.” He sighs.

“Heh it’s okay and look she’s home just fine.” Phedra says kissing his forehead.

“Why don’t you stay the night hmm?” He suggests not sure if she’d be willing.

“Thank you I will.” She smiles.

[babygirl-coded]

— a snippet of chapter 01 from unethical pervasion

The silence was embarrassing. It was enough to bring a heated blush to Maxine’s cheeks and the tips of her ears. Jacob subtly arched his eyebrow when he got no response. A stickler for urgency, he was. She stole a glance at the clock; only a few minutes ‘til class ended. Despite what Maxine observed, she still gave Jacob a tentative shrug.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you if you talk,” Jacob assured her. “You just have to tell me what happened, okay?”

Before anyone could truly respond this time around, the door opened with a loud squeak, and everyone’s attention shifted to the front of the class. Maxine groaned silently. It was Mr Neal. Stocky, crooked glasses and slacks that were two sizes too big made him the laughing stock among the students.

“Ah, Mr Seed!” Maxine hated that nasal tone. “I apologise for interrupting your class, but I need to speak with Maxine.”

Maxine grew pale.

“Class ends in a few minutes, say about five or ten more minutes. You can wait until then,” Jacob requested with a concise, low tone.

“Yes, but it’s urgent,” he replied hastily.

Jacob gave it a thought, pursed his lips, and shook his head. He pointed at the clock. “Only two more minutes to go. You just have to wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the name tag the other man wore and failing to hide a small smirk, “Mr Neal.”

She saw a hint of offence in Mr Neal, yet Jacob offered him a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and looked straight ahead at Mr Neal, unwavering and strong. A challenge.

It worked, and Mr Neal clumsily shut the door halfway behind him. Maxine wasn’t surprised — Jacob stood tall and proud. His arms hung rigidly along his sides. There was no stuttering, no hesitation, and no backing down. A glint of something shiny underneath his t-shirt. A flash of hunger behind Jacob’s eyes.

The military. Airborne.

Maxine sneakily took a second look at the empty holster. She then saw that his fists were clenched, and surprisingly, they were covered in a plethora of the same scars that decorated his face. No one gets scars like those without a struggle.

Heard he ate someone.

[ivymarquis]

Ive been having a fun time writing deranged but ultimately consensual cod pieces but if yall dont leave the god damn dark fic writers alone Im gonna start churning out shit that makes Apex Predator look like a fluff piece by comparison

[josephseedismyfather]

Afflicted: Harley & Jacob

Chapter 2: Ruins

Chapter 2 is finally ready.

Many, MANY thanks to my friend @redreart for once again creating the most beautiful chapter art a girl could dream of! Your support and your talent are literal life savers. I love you!

And to @hotmessteaparty, thank you SO MUCH for beta reading, you always manage to blow me away with the amount of work you do. Thank you for the endless hours spent on helping me hash out the things in my brain. I love you 💖💖💖 and am incredibly grateful.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! I have plenty more to go, these fics will be loooong, and chapter 3 is already fleshed out.

[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

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It’s a date.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Hey, pup!

once again a huge thank you to @statichvm for sharing this pose with me because it is perfect for Herald!Kit. Gaze disrespectfully upon my cat lady come cult leader in her role swap au!

[direwombat]

The Horror and the Wild

Relationships: Female Deputy/Eli Palmer, Female Deputy/Jacob Seed

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tales, (vaguely), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Emetophobia, Enemies to Lovers, Unhealthy Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Werewolf Turning, Werewolf Hunters, Werewolf Mates, Manipulation, Eventual Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, 

Sybille La Roux is Deputy Sheriff in the quiet backwater of Hope County Montana. She’s got a stable career, a loving partner, and a backpacking trip through Yellowstone planned for next summer. But when a gruesome wolf attack occurs during the peak of hunting season, she finds herself getting drawn into a world she never knew existed. One rife with blood, loyalty, and most of all, hunger.

This is a Creature Feature.

read Act I: Infection on ao3

[seedofjoseph]

family portrait

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn Relationship(s): Jacob Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 450 Warning(s): polyamory; pregnancy

You send your son off to sleep with a kiss on each eyelid. With a sigh as soft as the afternoon breeze, he curls up against Jacob's chest.

"Took him long enough," he whispers, one large hand of his covering the entirety of the toddler's tiny head.

"He has your eyes," you tease. "Always vigilant."

Before he can protest, you turn towards Faith whose eyes fluttered shut before her nephew's. You kiss her lashes, too, thanking her for tiring him out.

"I got the Old Man's eyes," he sunk further into the animal furs. "So did Joseph. And John."

"That's some strong seed," you poke at him again, propping yourself up on an elbow.

"You'd know, angel," he winks, playing your childish game.

"I mean it," you say, serious all of a sudden.

It startles him, but not sufficiently to disturb the slumbering child lying on top of him.

"I think he's yours," your voice is barely audible as you burrow your teeth into his bicep, biting lightly.

"Too handsome," he humors you, snapping his teeth close to your face. "Looks like Jonny when he was a kid," he smiles at the memory and at his nephew (or son). "Ma couldn't stop snappin' pictures of him."

"And now John can't stop painting him," you smile at the thought of your baby's father (or uncle) fretting over you shifting in your seat while posing for the portrait. "I wonder if they have functioning cameras in Prosperity," you speak aloud the thought of travelling outside of New Eden.

"Don't let Joseph hear you say that," he shakes his head.

Faith yawns, wrapping one lazy arm around you. "Don't let Father hear her say what?"

You and Jacob duet as you shush her.

"Oh, he's sleeping?" She speaks against your spine. "Sorry."

"She wants to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbours," he rises from the cot, heading for the crib.

"A camera," you correct him, getting comfortable in her caress.

"I'm gettin' Jonny away from his paints and we're goin' scavengin'." Jacob's joints pop as he lets go of that small, fragile bundle of flesh and bones in his arm. "Sun's still up. Who knows, maybe we'll get to snap one before it goes down."

"Look out for each other out there," Faith joins their foreheads, stroking his red and silver mane.

"Our babies need all three of their dads," you struggle to stand up in a sitting position as he places his forehead against yours. "Come back to us alive."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes you as he stands back up and pops his back.

And, as Faith eases you back into her embrace, he smiles down on your belly which grows bigger by the day. Maybe this one will come out looking more like his unpretty self. Or, maybe, he and his brothers would have to mount you a third time.