#jacob seed x f!deputy

[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."

[chubbysciencenerd]

Runaway Pet Fem!reader x JacobSeed

dubcon, pet dynamic, dirty talk (slight), orgasm denial, slight Stockholm syndrome towards the end idfk and if you don't like it then simply don't read it.

(NOT PROOF READ BEEN REAL BUSY LATELY BUT I HAVE SO MANY INEADS FOR STORIES IN A GOOGLE DOC DW)

You have remained captured by Jacob at his compound for just under 3 weeks now, he would bring over your radio and hold it just out of reach forcing you to listen to your friends asking you for help thinking that you're hiding as if this was all too much, you wanted them to know that wasn't the case but you couldn't. Until today, you woke up in the stupid cage he kept you in, it was inside the veterans center and inside he office at the foot of his bed. You felt like he was keeping you like a damn pet. You look and right at the front of your cage you see your radio and a piece of paper, you quickly grab both, the paper had writing on it. Don’t say anything I wouldn’t like pup, I'm listening. You immediately talk into the radio after reading the note. “Hello?..” Sharky answers almost immediately, “Deputy! Where the hell have you been?” You tear up a little as you smile knowing he was okay, “I'm being kept at Jacobs compound, Is everyone alright?” Sharky barley let you finish speaking before he responded. “Jacob Seed? Everyones okay, I can get everyone together! We can come get you, we need you bro.. Johns going… A little Crazy.” You chuckle softly, as if John wasn't crazy already. “No no, no one is to even try to come get me. It wont end well. Sharky Listen carefully, you need to tell Hudson that she's in charge now and I need you and everyone else to help her and treat her with the same respect you treat me with okay? Just until I’m out of here.” It was quiet for a minute before Sharky finally responded. “Broskie are you sure?” You smile softly responding with a simple “Positive” Jacob enters the room and gives you a soft yet wicked smirk. You look up at him nervously as you speak into the radio one last time, “Sharky, I have to go. Tell everyone to stay strong.” 

Jacob squats in front of the cage and holds his hand out, “Times up pup.” You hand him the radio hesitantly, he grabs your wrist tightly grabbing the radio with his free hand. “You smell like shit pup, I'm going to let you take a shower but there's no saying what I'll do if you disobey me. Got it?” You nod shakily, fuck.. This was probably your only chance for a while. He lets go and you snatch your hand back into the cage as he starts to unlock your cage which was more like a damn kennel for a dog, he steps to the side as you nervously crawl out standing with weak legs. He had a good feeling you couldn't run even if you wanted to. He walks over to the fridge in his office and grabs an apple and a water bottle from it and hands it to you. “For strength.” You7 take them hastily, taking a bite of the apple first and opening the water bottle drinking only about half of it, you were too smart to chug it all away. It was so nice to not eat and drink out of a bowl like a damn judge. You continue to eat the apple as he goes to a box he had brought in a couple of days ago. He pulled out 2 little travel size bottles of soap, body wash and shampoo. He sets them on the dresser before pulling out fresh clothes from the box for the deputy. After grabbing the bottles and setting them on the clothes he walks over setting the pile on the top of your cage as he lets you finish your apple. Soon enough you were practically eating the core before he rips it from you, “Did you know.. Apple seeds contain cyanide?” He chuckles before throwing away the core. “It would take around 200 apple seeds to kill someone. Just a little fact” You finish the water before grabbing the f/resh clothes and bottles. He grabs your arm roughly and starts walking you out of his office and to the nearest bathroom with a shower. “No fooling around. Let me know when you're in the shower.”

He closes the door staying inside the bathroom with you, the man was decent enough to turn around so you can strip and enter the shower. You are quick to remove your clothes and get in the shower, You mutter out a soft “Im in..” before turning on the water. Jacob turned to look at the shower to make sure you didn't try anything stupid. “Why do you have to be in here?” You ask awkwardly before putting some of the body wash on a rag that was in there. As you start to wash yourself you felt, Free.. Even though you weren't, not yet. Instead of answering he hums softly. You continue your shower and almost timed perfectly as you are rinsing the shampoo out of your hair you hear yelling and gunfire outside. “Don’t leave this room.” He growls rushing out of the bathroom grabbing his guns on the way out to see what the hell was going on. You turn off the water and quickly get dressed and start to slip your way through the veterans center and out the back without being noticed. Or so you think. You find some stuff stacked near the wall and use it to hop the fence in the back. And as soon as you hit the ground you start running like your life depends on it, once you look back you see Jacob running after you. Fuck! How did he see me? Im so fucking dead.. When you glance back a second time you see he's gaining on you, right as you start to look back there was a loose tree root that you trip over. As you try to get up you feel his weight crushing you back into the forest floor. His knee digs into your back and you hear his heavy panting as he leans over to whisper in your ear. “Pets who run away deserve a punishment.” 

As he finished speaking he moved his knees to be on either side of you, pinning you down before grabbing the waist of the shorts he gave you and ripping them down to your knees followed by the cheap panties. His rough and calloused hands grab your hips harshly before pulling your ass up and in the air. Soft pleas and whimpers escape your lips, “I wont do it again, Please!” You try everything but he doesn't give up. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you hear him fumbling with his belt and jeans and before you know it his thick head is pushing against your entrance. “If you ever think about running away again, remember this day.”  He whispers in your ear before harshly biting your neck drawing blood as he rams his full length into you harshly pulling out and quickly thrusting back in, absolutely rutting against you like a starved animal. He pounds away at your aching core as he pulls his teeth from your neck and licking along the bite soothing it before biting almost harder on the other side of you neck, you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You felt like he was splitting you open with every thrust of his cock, it was so thick and lengthy you wanted to hate it but.. You couldn't. He grabs your hair and harshly yanks your head back before growling in your ear, “I want to hear you pup.” A mixture of whimpers and moans start spilling out of your lips and he starts going back to kissing and sucking on your neck now only leaving small almost teaseful bites. He sees your hand snake between your legs and he quickly stops after one specifically hard thrust. He grabs both of your arms roughly and brings them behind your back holding them there. “Bad pets don't get to cum”

He starts rutting into you again groans escaping his own lips as he feels his limit coming, “Im gonna fucking breed you, marking you isnt enough.” He chuckles with a low voice before leaning over you and whispering in your ear again. “I'm gonna fill you up to the damn brim so you can have my pups.” You feel him smile against your neck before biting it harshly again causing blood to trickle down your neck as his hips stutter before coming to a stop, you felt so full and almost like he truly owned you now. He draws out of you painfully slowly and you gasp as  the emptiness, you felt like a part of you was missing. You look back and see Jacob tucking himself back into his pants before helping you up carefully holding you against him so he can pull your panties and shorts back up, He didn't need his soldiers to see what was his. You look at him with lost eyes trying to understand why you felt like this with one of the goddamn seed brothers. He chuckles at the priceless look on your face before picking you up bridal style. “You okay pup? I know that was rough but like I said, bad pets need to be punished.” You look up at him with a quivering lip as you rest your head against his shoulder, just because you were bad didnt mean he was the worst fucking guy he was still going to provide a little aftercare, that shit is important especially if he wants you to trust him. He starts to walk with you back to the veterans center as he softly hums Only You. Jacob had kept you in his office for a reason, He wanted you, and now.. He claimed you. You avoid the gazes of soldiers as he carries you back inside. 

He sets you on his bed before leaving, he comes back with a wet and warm washcloth, “Take off your shorts..” You look at him and weakly take off your shorts, he starts on your inner thighs wiping off whatever mess there was before sliding your panties to the side and cleaning up the main mess, his seed was leaking out of you and it made his cock stiffen in his pants causing him to growl under his breath. You weren't in the right state for anything more at the moment, He continues to clean you up before placing your panties back, for such a rough man right now his touch was soft, gentle and slow.. He was being weirdly comforting.. You wanted to hate it but still, you couldn't help but absolutely love it. It was the man you didn't love but he was destined to change that. “What do you need right now pup?” He asks, his voice weirdly soft. You can get yourself to speak still honestly in a bit of shock, He sighs laying on his bed next to you. Before your mind can even react your body starts to cuddle with him, hitching your leg up over his and your arm laying over his stomach as you rest your head softly on his chest. He softly strokes your hair crying to comfort you after that intense scene. He wanted you to love him, not hate him. With you being exhausted the last things you hear before drifting off to sleep are, “I'll make you love me pup.”

Im begging for criticism on my writing, please let me know what would make it better for you guys. Love you all and thanks so much for reading!

[spookyspecterino]

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❤️ NSFW/18+ | 🧡 Mature Teens | 💛 SFW | My AO3

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[deputy-sennaviste]

Jacob Worries

He didn't anticipate this, which was not something he would freely admit out loud. He knelt in the mud, the cold seeping into his jeans, as he slammed down into the body below him.

The Deputy, to her credit, lasted much longer than he thought she would. The trials weren't easy, that was the point, and she flew through them. Pistol, assault rifle, shotgun, it didn't matter. She threw herself bodily into the challenges and emerged nearly unscathed each time.

But this last one...

He hadn't noticed her stumble, hadn't caught the blood dripping from her nose, nor the ever increasingly shallow way she was breathing. It wasn't until he was leading her back to her cage that he finally realized something was wrong. And by then it was too late.

He stopped his compressions to check for a pulse at her throat. He cursed when he found nothing, bent over and breathed into her, tasting the blood that had seeped over her lips.

He hadn't been impressed with the Deputy when he had first seen her. In the church, as she arrested his brother, he had scowled at her and she had hurriedly looked away from his burning glare. Her hands shook, her posture spoke of anxiety and doubt. He had pegged her for weak in that moment. That was why, when he got the radio call that she had destroyed John's bunker and was headed his way, he couldn't help but laugh. That scared soul had managed to fight her way through waves of John's men and take back the Valley? Color him surprised.

He was half way through another round of compressions when she gasped, just once. He checked for a pulse again and didn't stop himself from sighing in relief as the quick tapping met his fingertips.

He lifted her into his arms, barked a quick order to a man as he passed him, and brought the Deputy to a room inside. He deposited her on the bed, careful not to jostle her. Her breathing was still weak, but her color was improving. Some bed rest would do her good and she could be put out into the cage once he was sure she wouldn't try to die again.

Once he wasn't worried anymore.

(Truthfully, idk what this is. But I felt the need to write it so here you go)

[western-writer]

Betrayal Beyond Forgiveness

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: cussing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood and death

Summary: The Whitetails conspire against Rook out of fear but things don't go the way they expected them to go.

A/n: Finally! I've been trying to produce content for the longest time but I couldn't finish anything to save my life. But here this is and I'm very happy with it. I also didn't proof read this but will be going back through as time goes on to edit things. Enjoy!

Betrayal is a funny thing. The stinging, burning sensation that pools and spreads like electricity throughout your chest and settles into a pit in your stomach. How it feels when that first jolt of Earth shattering realization leaves you reeling. Questions racing in your mind, yet somehow you’re unable to think or choke out the words caught in your throat. It’s funny because betrayal always comes from those you would least expect. That's what betrayal is. You enemies... you expect that much from them. You expect them to try to hurt you. You expect them you screw you over. But when it comes from those closest to you... it cuts deeper than you could imagine. 

Rook would’ve expected something like this from Jacob - a set up. But the Whitetails? Eli? Rook couldn’t wrap her head around it. 

It was just supposed to be a simple extraction of supplies the cult had taken. Stealth is her specialty, after all. Rook dropped the Peggies quick - almost too quick. To Eli’s dismay, this only drove his point forward and confirmed a suspicion he had for quite some time. Jacob’s trails had changed her and, the cult having been mostly under control, it was time to put her down. 

Eli and Tammy watched her on his cameras as she worked. Tammy wore a “I told you so" look as Eli ignored it. With a heavy sigh, he raised his walkie talkie to his mouth and spoke. “We proceed as planned. I’m sorry, Dep.”

Having no idea of this so-called plan, Dep went through the plan as she was told. The area is secure, now she needs to check to see if the supplies are there. 

This part felt a bit strange to Rook. Why should she check to make sure the supplies are there? If they sent her out on his mission, wouldn’t they already be sure they’re here?

Rook ignored her warnings going off in her head and she opened each container. Her heart dropped as she heard the familiar click and she knew what was coming. She had just triggered a count down to a bomb explosion. 

Thinking quickly, Rook turned and sprinted away as fast as she could, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. The explosion went off behind her, sending Rook flying through the air. 

Eli thought the plan had gone off without a hitch as a Whitetail checked her pulse and found no sighs of it. “I think she’s gone, boss. I think the plan worked.” Eli could only hope that she died a quick death. Tammy breathed a sigh of relief. 

“It’s better this way, Eli. She would’ve been a danger to us all. I’ve seen what happens to people after they go through those trails. Now it’ll look like she went down a hero. No one will know.” 

Eli sighs, getting ready to announce her death, but there’s one problem. 

Rook didn’t die in the explosion. She was knocked unconscious and came to just in time to hear about the conspiracy to kill her. She laid there for who knows how long just letting it sink in. Her head throbbed, probably due to the conclusion and she’s pretty sure she has a few broken ribs. Rook was pelted with shrapnel and is bleeding from multiple wounds all over her body. Multiple bones are horribly damaged.

Jacob, she would’ve expected to do something like this. Not the people she called family. Not after all that she’s done for them. The Whitetails are playing with fire and if she lives through these injuries, they’re gonna get burned. 

“Deputy, Deputy, Deputy...” Jacob’s disapproving voice rings in her ears. “Bet you wish you listened to me now, huh?”

Rook opens her eyes a little bit, fighting off the drowsiness threatening to take over. Her vision is blurry and her ears still ring intensely from the explosion. She'll be surprised if she doesn't have some sort of hearing loss, even despite the ear plugs she wears.

It was sad seeing the fearsome Deputy laying here in a pool of her own blood. Having been betrayed by none other than the Whitetail Militia. Pathetic, really. 

Rook, being the stubborn woman she is, struggles to sit up, only to have Jacob slowly push her back down. He cracks a smile, finding a bit of amusement in this. 

“What do you want, Jacob?” she tries to hiss, but it comes out weak. 

Jacob sighs. “I tried to warn ya. You didn’t wanna listen. Now look where you are. Alone. Dying. How does betrayal feel?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rook manages to growl. 

Jacob laughs. “I’ll hand it to ya, kid. You’ve got some real nerve. I can respect that."

Rook coughs, blood ozing from between her lips and she rolls over. Jacob watches her, almost like he's studying her as she spits out the blood. There's not a lot, but it's enough for Rook to be concerned.

"You have blood in your lungs," he tells her.

"No shit," she rasps. "Why... are you here?"

Jacob chuckles, wiping some blood from her mouth. "I hear everything, Deputy. These are my mountains, after all. I heard the whisperings. I'm honestly surprised they followed through. Their plan would've worked perfectly had someone bothered to confirm that you were dead. They just screwed themselves, didn't they?"

Rook nods slowly, beginning to wheeze. Jacob sighs.

"I guess I've screwed with you enough. C'mon." He extends his hand down and slide it under her back, lifting carefully.

"W-what're you doing?"

"I can't let them go and kill my best weapon, now can I?" He puts his other hand under her back and lifts her up. Rook doesn't bother with trying to struggle or fight him. She doesn't want to die. Not yet and certainly not because of people she would've given her life for.

Jacob picks her up, carrying her as gently as possible as to not injure her further. She rests her head on his shoulder, feeling oddly comforted.

Jacob felt oddly bad for the Deputy. It was never a feeling he expected to feel toward the young rookie. He felt her breathing against him, slow and raspy, pained. Anger burned inside him. Maybe he had a soft spot for her. He has to admit he holds a fair amount of respect for her. She's doing what most people couldn't, wouldn't, or would die trying to do. If he's being honest, he feels responsible for putting her in this situation, but at the same time, this is exactly what he wanted so why does he feel so guilty?

News of Rook's death shook the county. Everyone felt the sting of the loss all while she laid at the Vet's Center recovering and healing. Deputy Pratt stayed by her side the whole time in utter disbelief that the Resistance would do that to her. It took months for her to be well enough to stand and walk around but once she crossed that threshold when healed quickly, though, her loyalties had shifted just a bit and she would never be the same again.

Jacob tried to persuade her to forget about the Resistance. "After everything they've done to you," he said.

"It wasn't the whole Resistance, Jake," Rook defended them. "Just the Whitetails. And that still doesn't change the fact that what you and your siblings are doing is wrong."

Jacob just rolls his eyes. "If one part of the Resistance did this, the rest could easily too."

"The actions of the Whitetails don't speak for everyone, Jake. There's still parts of the Resistance that have fought beside me and some people have given their lives for me. I can't just forget that."

"Sometimes I think you're too loyal, Rook. I really do."

Now it's Rook's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, Jacob. I need answers and I intend to get them, whether you like it or not."

As Rook made her way out of the room, Jacob felt compelled to call after her, so he did. "Hey!"

Rook stop, turning to face him, seemingly annoyed. "What?"

"I just don't want them to burn you again. I don't want you to waste your energy on people that would literally murder you after all you've done for them. What if when you show up, they freak out and actually do kill you? I didn't save you just to have you be killed."

Rook would've be irritated with him if it weren't for the shock overriding her senses. This kind of vulnerability was incredibly uncharacteristic for Jacob, yet here he was. He showed her a side not many people had ever seen. His caring side. A side to him many people would argue is nonexistent.

Rook was confused at where the sudden concern came from but decided to brush it off - for now.

"It'll be okay, Jake," Rook responds, using her nickname for him to ease the tension. "They'll be too shocked to do anything."

Jacob watched her leave and sighs. At this point he feels a sort of obligation toward her and keeping her safe. The feelings confuse him greatly and he's unsure what to make of them. All he knows is that he hates it.

Rook stands in the doorway behind Eli, waiting for the perfect moment to make her presence known. She fights the angry trying to explode in her and reminds herself: you're here for answers, not to start a fight.

"Hey, Eli..." Rook says softly, making the man stop dead in his tracks and turn slowly.

"Deputy...?"

"Hey..."

With just a few strides Eli had closed to distance between them and hugged her tight. He was genuinely relieved to see her and know that he hadn't killed her. Guilt thumped in his chest like a drum as he held onto her.

"I thought you died..."

Rook had to admit, his embrace felt good. She wished she could forget the deception.

Eli pulls back and looks Rook in the eye. He notices that one has obvious damage to the cornea. Rook catches onto what he's looking at.

"Some, uh, some metal shaving managed to find their way into my eye during the explosion. Don't worry, it only took about 30% of my sight in that eye. My hearing though... I have about half of what I had."

"Dep - I am - I am so sorry."

"I also lost about 25% of my breathing capacity. Major concussion that will effect my cognitive function for the rest if my life. Broken skull and major brain bleeding. My left knee cap basically had to be rebuilt because of how shattered it was when I landed on it after the explosion threw me. My right ankle was broken, both wrists, my left femur, and both my radius and ulnar were pretty well mangled. Did I tell you that not only were multiple organs bruised, but my kidney had ruptured just a little bit? Oh and I had a ton of tissue damage, but I pulled through."

"If anyone could've done it, Dep, it was you."

"Yeah, it was me," Rook chuckles humorlessly. "After being left for dead on the ground... left to bleed out or die of organ failure... you'd never guess who found me but that doesn't matter right now." Rook takes a few steps into the Wolf's Den and looked around. The place was seemingly empty. "What matters is..." she trails off, turning to face Eli. "why'd you do it, Eli?"

A look of shock is plastered of Eli's face as he takes a step back. "D-do what?"

"Set me up, Eli. Why did you set me up? Why did you try to kill me? After everything I've done for you and this fucking county."

"I-I'm sorry, Dep. I really am. You were dangerous, or at least that's what they told me."

"You're smarter than that, Eli. Or at least I thought you were. Letting someone manipulate your thoughts like that... Who was it, hm? Was it Tammy? You know she never liked me."

"After the trials Jacob put you through-! She was terrified that he would use you against us. And I saw it Dep. How you took all those cultists down... it was unnatural."

"Are you fucking kidding me!? Seriously!? I have been fighting for my life, Eli! I've had to change to adapt my methods to fucking survive and you wanna say I'm dangerous because I had to get better? You really don't understand what I was up against. While you got to sit in here I was out there doing anything and everything you wanted me to do." She points to the door. "I was being kidnapped and shot and beaten. I killed for you and I wpildve DIED for you but THIS is how you repay me!? Fuck you, Eli. I thought you were family. I THOUGHT I could FUCKING TRUST YOU."

Rook steps forward, shoving Eli hard and he stumbles, falling to the ground. Rook stalks over, kneeling down next to him.

"You thought I was dangerous before? Get a load of this. Jacob saved me. That's right. Jacob. You know how much damage I could do if I wanted to? All I'd have to do is tell him where this precious hideout is and he'd come down on all of you so fast and so hard that you would never know what hit. You all would be dead before you could get your radio out. The Whitetails would be extinct and all it'd take is just a few words."

"You wouldn't dare," Eli hisses, glaring at her.

"Wouldn't I, though?" Rook answers dangerously. "All it'd take is a few words and your life would be snuffed out much like you tried to do to me. You involuntarily gave me so much power, Eli. Guess next time you'll check my pulse yourself, huh?"

"Dep... please."

Rook sighs, standing up and turning away from him. "And even though you'd fucking deserve it, I won't do that. But I will tell the rest of the Resistance what all of you did and let them decide what to do with you."

A crushing weight falls onto Eli. "I'm sorry, Dep. I really am. I never wanted any of this to happen."

Rook sighs and places her hands on the table in the main room. "You know I can never forgive you or any of the Whitetails for this, right Eli? I would've given my life for you guys... How am I supposed to forgive this? No. I can't. I just can't."

"I understand, Dep... I don't blame you."

Rook takes a deep breath and turns to him again, seeing that he has gotten to his feet. "I've been doing some talking and I've managed to talk Joseph down. They're not leaving but they'll stop targeting and recruiting unwilling participants as long as the Resistance leaves them alone."

"What does that mean for you, Dep?"

She smiles a bit. "I don't know... I mean I just experienced life altering trauma, both physical and mental. I have permanent brain damage. Another bad hit to the head could kill me. So I guess... early retirement. I'm partially blind, can't bear for shit anymore and get winded by walking for extended amounts of time so it's really my only option."

He wanted to say it again. He wanted to apologize until he lost his voice. He couldn't believe he had been so dumb. She will never forgive the Whitetails and neither will he. He will never forgive himself.

"Goodbye, Eli," Rook muttered as she left the bunker. All Eli could do is watch her leave and prepare for the chaos that is about to erupt. The Resistance will be furious with them. They'll be luckily if the rest of them don't kill them.

Rook found herself back at the Vet's Center and questioned herself for a moment before going inside. She could've gone anywhere but she chose here. She chose to come back.

Jacob is waiting for her as she enters his office.

"They thought I was a danger to them..." she mutters.

"Why?"

"Your trials... they thought you'd use me against them."

Just as Jacob feared, they had caught onto his plan. But she would never know that.

Surprisingly, Jacob walked over to Rook and hugged her.

She was stunned and almsot pushed him away before accepting the affection. God knows she needed it after the last few months she had. She never thought she'd find comfort in Jacob Seed but here she is.

And as for Jacob, feeling the younger woman in his arms did something to him. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want her to go. And he would do anything to make sure she didn't.

Some things are better left unsaid and Jacob is sure that this is one of them.

[deputyexhausted]

(i’ll let you play the role; i’ll be your animal)

Rating: Explicit (mind the ao3 warnings!)

Pairing: F!Deputy/Jacob Seed

(continuation of this)

It only took once for Jacob to understand the nature of the game; it only took Gracie skipping back from his touch and giving him a mischievous smile once for him to catch what she played at. He settled back then, spreading his thighs wider so she could slot herself back between them, driven by curiosity to see what she had in mind rather than obedience. If there was a visible distinction, she hardly seemed to care.

(gracie gives jacob a lap dance; it’s something of a mind game, because everything is.)

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[papa-rhys]

First Aid (Jacob Seed X f!deputy)

Anonymous: Can I have a imagine where f!deputy need help to take a shower and Jacob help her and he secretly loves her? It can be noncon if you want 

Note: The tone of this is kinda all over the place because I wrote it over the course of a week and had 2 migraines in the process. BUT I kinda like that it turned out like that? I feel like it reflects the relationship that Jacob and Rook have. Idk, either way: Enjoy!

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The deputy stumbles up the stairs of the Veterans Centre, holding her injured arm tightly. Jacob follows, rolling his eyes each time she trips, though he still instinctively puts out his arm to stop her from tumbling all the way to the bottom.

She was training when it happened. She was running Jacob’s course for the umpteenth time and she knew it fairly well, but unbeknownst to her, Jacob had a surprise for her this time; a curveball in the shape of a new opponent to fight. A fellow prisoner who’d drawn the short straw. Rook had rounded the corner and an unprecedented speed – a corner that was usually empty – and the prisoner had been lying in wait for her. Grabbing Rook’s arm and twisting back with a sickening crunch, the prisoner threw Rook to the floor and began beating her until Jacob finally stepped in.

“I think it’s broken,” Rook had told Jacob, showing him her already bruising arm as the training area was cleared for the next run.

“And whose fault is that?” he’d replied, folding his arms across his chest and looking away from her as she’d burst into tears. He’d pulled her into a hug – not before checking that none of his men were watching, mind you. “It’s okay,” he’d told her, patting her on the back. “You did good.”

See, there was a much softer side to Jacob underneath that tough exterior. He was calloused; hardened by the life he’d lived and although Rook had no real idea of the horrors that Jacob had experienced in his 47 years, she knew that with enough care and treatment, those calluses could be softened.

Reaching the top of the staircase, Rook turns to make sure Jacob is still following.

“I’m still here,” Jacob assures her. “Through there,” he adds, pointing her towards the open door of a bathroom.

She enters the bathroom and stands in the centre of the room, tugging at the bandage on her arm.

“Don’t play with it,” Jacob tells her. “I ain’t changin’ it for you if it falls off.” He walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a raggedy, old towel.

“It’s not helping anyway,” Rook sighs, watching him. “I need painkillers.”

Jacob throws the towel at her and Rook instinctively raises her arms to catch it, crying out in pain as she does so.

“I already told you: painkillers dull your senses. If you’re strong, you’ll pull through without them.”

“It still feels broken,” she states.

“Well the doc said it ain’t, so it ain’t.”

Rook huffs and looks away, folding her arms. Jacob steps forward and holds her chin between his thumb and his forefinger, turning her head to face him.  “You trust me, right?” he asks. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

Rook sighs. “No, Jacob,” she says, reluctantly.

“Exactly. It’ll be healed in a few days and you’ll be trainin’ again before you know it.”

Rook holds back the urge to roll her eyes. You’ll be trainin’ again before you know it, she repeats in her head. As if she wanted to be trained in the first place. She’s been at the Veterans Centre for so long, she often forgets that she’s here as a prisoner. She’s almost certain she’s developing Stockholm Syndrome, but that’s a problem for another day.

“Now, get those off and get in the damn shower,” Jacob finishes, nodding at her clothes.

Rook looks down briefly before offering Jacob a weak smile. “I, uh… I can’t take them off by myself,” she says, gesturing towards her arm.

Jacob rolls his eyes and grabs her sweatpants, yanking them down – along with her underwear – rather roughly.

“Oh, wow, okay then,” Rook mutters. “Y’know, you could be a little gentler.”

Jacob looks up at her as he crouches at her feet and Rook steps out of her sweatpants and kicks them across the floor.

“What’ve I told you about keepin’ things neat?” Jacob scolds her, moving to pick up the sweatpants and folding them neatly.

“Yeah… Sorry.” Rook awkwardly pulls her shirt over her head with one arm, keeping the injured one close to her chest. As she wriggles and squirms inside the fabric, Jacob’s eyes fall upon the bruised skin that spans from Rook’s hip to the top of her ribs. She’d suffered 2 broken ribs, a sprained arm, and various other cuts and bruises as a result of the beating, and Jacob can’t help but take pity on her as she struggles in front of him, feeling responsible for her suffering.

“Here,” Jacob sighs, helping her pull her other arm out of the shirt and pulling it off over her head, revealing a very flustered deputy with strands of hair going in all the wrong directions.

She now stands completely naked in front of Jacob and although he’s seen her naked once or twice before, she can’t help but feel tiny and weak. She hugs herself as Jacob turns the shower on and heads for the door.

“Wait, where you going?” she asks.

“I’m goin’ for a coffee, why?”

Rook looks at the shower and then back at Jacob. “I can’t… I mean, how am I gonna do everything?”

It takes Jacob a few beats to realise what she’s asking of him. “You want me to help you shower?” he asks, as if it’s the craziest thing someone has ever proposed to him.

“Well… yeah,” Rook replies.

“You know you’re gonna have to do things for yourself at some point, right?”

“Yeah, of course… just not today,” she chirps, sweetly.

Rook can tell Jacob is stifling a smile as he closes the door again and locks it before making his way towards her. She steps into the shower and eases herself into the stream of hot water that pours from the rusty, old showerhead. “Ow, Jesus, that’s hot,” she mutters, turning to Jacob. He’s already pulled his shirt off and is now unzipping his jeans. That’s pretty hot, too, she thinks. “You’re getting naked, too?”

“What, you thought I was gonna get in the shower with all my clothes on?”

“Good point,” Rook shrugs, trying to peel her eyes away from Jacob’s chest. He’s littered with scars – old ones and fresh ones, alike – and he has a wide array of bruises to compliment them. She watches as he drops his jeans, revealing his legs to be covered in a similar variety of old injuries. Jacob looks up, his eyes meeting hers, and she looks away; staring at the tiled wall in front of her as Jacob steps into the shower.

“Okay, whaddya want me to do first?” Jacob asks, standing so close behind Rook that she can feel the body heat radiating from him.

“I usually wash �� I usually wash my hair first,” she says, awkwardly clearing her throat halfway through saying it.

“Alright. Hair it is, then.”

Jacob cups his hands, gathering water in them and gently pouring it over Rook’s hair. He slicks her hair back and smoothes it down, carefully brushing it out of her face and pulling it all toward him. He reaches down and grabs a bottle of shampoo, squirting some into his hand and rubbing it into her hair. Rook leans into his touch, tilting her head back and enjoying the sensation of someone running their fingers across her scalp. “That feels so damn good,” she says. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud and she blushes immediately.

“I’m not too rough?” he asks, his voice reflecting his surprise.

“No, no, it’s perfect,” she tells him.

Jacob washes the bubbles from her hair so carefully, you’d think he was washing a newborn baby. As he bends down to close the cap of the shampoo bottle, it slips and falls to the floor with a clatter. Rook reaches for it with her injured arm, wincing at the pain.

“Don’t. I’ll get it,” Jacob insists, bending down for the bottle. Rook turns around to face him, and as he stands straight again, the two of them find themselves incredibly close to one another. Rook stands there, look up at Jacob; the water pouring over her face and dripping from her eyelashes.

“I’m sorry I let you down today, Jake,” she sighs.

In an act of compassion that seemingly came from nowhere, Jacob pulls her forward and plants a kiss on her forehead. “You didn’t,” he tells her, swiping his thumb across her bottom lip. “I put that prisoner in there to throw you off. I pushed you to do too much. I backed you into a corner and I shouldn’t have.”

Rook looks up at him. Her vision is blurred from the water dripping from her lashes, and in the spur of the moment, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses him.

She pulls away from the kiss. “Oh, God… I… Wow, I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay,” Jacob assures her.

“No, it’s not. I mean, you’re… you… and I’m – oh, God, I’m such a –”

Jacob moves in for another kiss and for a few painful moments, Rook thinks he may be doing it out of pity, but as he places his hands on her hips and pulls her closer, the fog of doubt is cleared from her mind.

She raises her hands and settles them on the back of his neck. The kiss quickly escalates from gentle to passionate; slow to fast-paced. As they kiss, Rook feels Jacob hardening against her lower stomach and she smiles into the kiss.

Jacob takes the lead – as he tends to do in all areas of his life – and spins Rook around to face the wall. She rests her hands against the tiles, letting the wall support her as she bends over.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Jacob asks, leaning forward and purring the question into her ear. His voice is like butter and it sends tingles across Rook’s skin.

“Yeah,” she nods. “Now hurry up before the water runs cold.”

He slides into her, earning a soft moan from Rook. Despite her order to hurry, Jacob takes it nice and slow, savouring the moment and the feeling of her wrapped tightly around the most sensitive part of him. He wasn’t used to being sensual and he found it rather intimidating, but this was a special occasion. The Deputy, with all her capability and independence and strength, was now bent over in front of him, moaning and whimpering as he fucks her agonisingly slowly. This moment had been a long time coming and he gave himself the credit for it. If not for his conditioning, she’d likely still be out there, causing trouble for him and ruining his younger brothers plans.

But now look at her; she belongs to him, now.

Rook reaches back with one hand, grabbing hold of Jacob’s hip and trying to make him go faster. As much as she begs for him to speed up, she has to admit that she enjoys the desperation and the neediness that Jacob has instilled in her. Maybe this was his plan all along: to get her to abandon all of her morals and allegiance to the resistance. To need him as though he were her means to survival. And oh boy, does she need him.

“Please, Jake,” she pleads. “Please go faster.”

Jacob leans forward again. “You want me to go faster?” he asks. “You want me to fuck you like an animal?”

She nods quickly. “Y-yes. Please…”

“And why should I? What’ve you done to earn it?”

“I – I don’t…” Rook stutters, her head swimming. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I – fuck.”  Rook presses her forehead against the cold tiles. “I’ve been good, Jake. I’ve been a good girl.”

Jacob smiles widely. “That’s right, you have,” he says, smoothing Rook’s hair. “Okay then, I guess you earned it.”

Jacob speeds up, pounding into Rook hard and unapologetically. This was more his forte. Jacob was always much better at rough than he was at sensual.

“Fuck, Jake,” Rook gasps.

“You asked for it, sweetheart,” he tells her. “I coulda carried on takin’ it easy, but no. That ain’t good enough for my little princess, is it?” he grunts.

My little princess. The words drive Rook wild. She stands up straight and Jacob wraps his arms around her middle. She’s tiny compared to him and his arms could wrap around her twice if they were bendy enough.

He buries his face in her neck, kissing and biting at the softest skin he’s ever known. Then, a thought hits him and he’s already verbalised it before he’s had a chance to register it himself.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he pants, the words muffled by Rook’s neck.

Rook grabs hold of Jacob’s hands – which still lay across her tummy – and rests her head against his. “I love you, too, “ she confesses, quietly whispering the words as if the resistance could hear them if she spoke too loudly. She can feel Jacob smiling against the crook of her neck, which makes her smile in turn.

As Jacob hugs tighter, something in Rook’s gut begins to flutter. Her legs begin to wobble and she finds it difficult to remain standing. “I think… I think I –“

Jacob holds onto Rook, keeping her from falling. She climaxes, clutching at Jacob’s hands and squeezing them as she goes dizzy. Jacob chuckles in her ear, enjoying the sight of Rook convulsing beneath his embrace.

“Atta girl, atta girl,” he praises, slowing his movements and trailing more kisses down her neck. He slowly reaches his own orgasm soon after, rocking his hips slowly and smoothly until he spills into a worn out Rook, who now leans forward against the wall with her eyes closed.

“Fuck me,” Jacob pants, pulling out and watching his cum drip from her folds and into the drain.

Rook stands up straight and turns around to face him. “I should injure myself more often if this is your idea of first aid,” she says, smiling up at him with tired eyes and rosy red cheeks.

“How’s the pain?” he asks, pushing her soaking wet hair out of her face.

“What pain?” she smiles.

“See; painkillers are overrated.”

As Jacob plants a kiss on Rook’s forehead, the shower begins to spit and judder.

“That’s not a good sign…” Rook states, watching the shower head as it shakes and rumbles.

“Yeah, we should – ah fuck!”

The shower rains freezing cold water down on them, sending them both leaping out of the cubical.

“F – fuckin’ A, I – I told you that’d happen,” Rook breathes, standing in the middle of the room in shock.

Jacob laughs, shaking his hair dry and spraying the room with water in the process. “Here,” he says, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around Rook’s shoulders as she shivers. He grabs another towel, wrapping it around himself. “Maybe next time we should stick to a bedroom; y’know, somewhere we won’t catch hypothermia.”

“It’s cute that you think there’s gonna be a next time,” Rook says.

“It’s cute that you think there won’t be,” Jacob smirks.

Rook laughs – a loud and genuine laugh – and Jacob’s heart flutters in his chest. He watches her with a grin that resembles the Cheshire Cat. “I meant what I said, y’know,” he says, looking down at his feet, still smiling.

“Yeah,” Rook says, stepping closer to him and tugging on his towel to pull him down to her height. “So did I,” she smiles, planting a peck on his lips.

[edensgay]

Reverse Angry Dragon

Reverse Angry Dragon: A Jacob Seed Fanfiction

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: 18+

Summary: Rook and Jacob both have a plan to win the others heart, neither of them factored in how dumb they both are.

Warnings: Blood, bruises, fighting, fire. Vague references to sex. Secondhand embarrassment.

Word Count: 1,185

Author’s Note: Is this what y’all asked for? Probably not! The words ‘part two’ and ‘sequel’ make me more nervous than anything else in the world so I hope I did okay!

Jacob had stopped at John’s again, he doesn’t know why he keeps coming to his little brother for advice when he knows it wont help a bit. All he knows is that after his second attempt at talking to the Deputy he needs an intervention. He’d stalked her through the woods again, this time following he’d followed her while she looted abandoned cabins. While she’d been picking up a jar of canned fruit he’d yelled at her that he needed to talk to her outside. Why outside? He wasn’t sure, he’d panicked. She’d been so terrified and surprised that she dropped the jar and glass went everywhere. In her haste to protect herself she’d spun around and slipped in the liquid, getting a shard of glass stuck in her ass. Jacob had turned on his heel and ran out of there before either of them had time to process what had happened. John’s advice this time? Do something spontaneous, something romantic and definitely get her a gift and then confess his feelings. A gift better than a bag of meat, yes, he’d actually specified that. He’d stressed that spontaneous didn’t mean scaring the hell out of her and perhaps knocking would be a good idea this time. So the plan was set, spontaneous, gift, confess. Simple. Three steps. Nobody could fuck it up. John had high hopes that his brother would do well, because, nobody could fuck that up. Somehow, Jacob had interpreted that as sneaking into the Dep’s current place of residence with a rose bush he’d ripped from the ground. He’d knocked three times, waiting exactly four minutes to be safe, before he got worried. When he kicked open the door he paused, hearing music from upstairs. His rational mind reasoned that Rook hadn’t heard him because of the music. He grunted to himself as he headed towards the staircase, dirt dripping from the roots of the rose bush, leaving a trail throughout the house. When he got to the bedroom he dropped the bush on the ground, squinting at the room in confusion. There were candles on every possible surface, on the bed spelled out in flower petals were the words ‘breed me, daddy.’ When a soft body pressed against his back and hands covered his eyes he acted on instinct, and threw his elbow into the person’s stomach before turning around and connecting his fist to their eye socket. What happened next happened in slow motion, Jacob was powerless to stop as he watched what would only compare to a car crash. He wished he could look away, but some unknown force kept his feet nailed to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away. The person’s body flew backwards, thudding to the ground their head smacking into the wall. One of their arms reaching out to catch their fall while the other cradled their face. Their arm connected with a nearby table causing the candles on it to fall to the floor, their body dragged down the drapes above the window. The curtain rod smacking their head on it's descent to the ground. “Son of a bitch!” It was Rook’s voice, and he had to fight the urge to run again. “What the fuck?” The candles rolled towards the pile of curtains on the floor, the cheap material going up in flames instantaneously. Jacob did the only thing he could, stomp on the flaming pile of paisley until the fire went out, ignoring the injured Deputy on the ground. His foot hit something hard and he heard a crack followed by a pained howl escape Rook’s lips. She now held her hand to her chest, furious tears burning in her eyes. He felt the need to call an extraction team, maybe take her radio and call one of her friends who could take care of her and do something nice without hurting her. Once the fire was out and the immediate threat had disappeared he took a moment to get a good look at her. One of her eyes was already swelling up and her fingers bent in an odd direction. There was blood dripping from her foot, the droplets sliding around the rose thorn that had nestled itself into her flesh when she stumbled onto the bush before falling. Despite all of this what actually caught his eye was the bright red lingerie she wore, his favorite color and if Jacob hadn’t already felt like the worst he definitely did now. If he wasn’t busy fighting his flight response he might have felt some sense of attraction, instead his urge to run to the hills and disappear for all eternity ruined any semblance of arousal he may have at one point felt. The locals would tell the legend of Jacob Seed, a man who was so completely awful that one day he’d run into the mountains and was never seen again. How sometimes if you listened close enough you could hear his voice in the wind, asking why God had made him the way that he was. “Fuck.” He whispered, dropping to his knees to try to help her in anyway that he could. Knowing him he would somehow manage to stab her and call her ugly. “Who the fuck did you think I was?” The thought that he had attacked her in such a vicious manner because he thought maybe she was Eli trying to attack him brought additional tears to her eyes, the tears of humor mixing with the tears of searing pain. He shrugged, his hands reaching out to her and flailing in the air for a minute before falling to his sides. The meat loving wolf man exuded an air of helplessness. If his soldiers and the resistance could see him now this war would be over in an instant. “A bear, maybe.” He didn’t have the heart to tell her that there was no rhyme or reason to why he had attacked her without second thought. He was the worst, plain and simple. Rook wished he had thought she was Eli. “Ouch.” Not only was almost every part of her body bruised but her ego was too. There is nothing worse than thinking you’re some kind of sex kitten only for the person you’re trying to seduce telling you that they thought you were a bear. Most people, smart people, would have taken this as a sign. That this wasn’t written in the stars, that perhaps all of these accidents were divine intervention, telling them to do literally anything else, anyone else, other than each other. Rook and Jacob were not smart people, neither of them heard a voice telling them that this was a bad idea and if they did they turned a blind eye, pretending they hadn’t. Which is why at the end of the night Jacob lay in bed, relaxed and pleased with himself while Rook ran to the bathroom, furiously blowing her nose trying to get the salty substance out of her nasal passages. Sharky would later inform her that Jacob had performed what he called a Reverse Angry Dragon.

[seedofjoseph]

only you can make all this change in me

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Pairing: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: E (explicit)

Words: 2400

Warning: dub-con, drugging, animal death

Hope is a cruel thing.

It was hope that kept him on his feet even as they burned on the desert floor. It was hope that held his stomach in a tight squeeze. And it was hope that fueled the feral animal which fed upon the flesh of his fellow man.

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope.

Hope was a flask of fresh water he shared with you between the bars of the cage that morning. Hope was the bowl of berries he fed you by hand. And hope was his calloused fingers grabbing you by your scruff when you struggled to stand up on your own two legs.

After ten days of stewing in your own sweat and licking your own wounds, the cruelest thing he could've done was have Staci Pratt draw you a hot bath that evening.

"Don't mind Peaches," he hushed you when you hurried to cover your bloody, broken body from Pratt's pitying eyes. "He wasn't pretty to look at after his test either," his words were a cool breeze in the steam-filled bathroom. "Take 'em off before the water runs cold."

"I'm a big girl," you talk through a dried throat. "I don't need help washing behind my ears."

"Split lip, but she still got that mouth on her," Seed sighed, sharing a look with a sheepish Pratt. "Get in the tub, angel, before I bring out the hose."

As you stepped out of your jeans and almost stumbled on your short walk towards the bathtub. Seed had to hold you with one hand of his around the entirety of your forearm. And he also had to straighten your spine against his chest.

"We ain't washin' you and your clothes." His other hand hurried to pull off your panties and slide off your sports bra. "We got detergent for that."

You trembled against him, your thighs tender under his touch, and your chest following his fingers with a trail of gooseflesh. "Keep moving," you steadied yourself on your feet, fighting gravity by falling back against his firm form. "Gotta keep moving," you spoke to yourself.

"Keep movin'," Seed spoke to you, and only you. He pressed his lips against your lobe and spoke to your ear alone. "You're a warrior," he scratched the sensitive skin there with his bristly beard.

With his large body to lean back on, you took the last two steps towards the tub. With his eyes to watch over your shrunken body, you sunk into a sitting position.

Every cut was flooded with fire and every muscle melted into the water. Every nerve that had been knotted was unraveled and every pain you pushed down was floating to the surface. And every sound that bubbled out of your throat bounced off of the tile walls.

"When's the last time you had a girl moanin' like that?" Jacob Seed's rumbling voice pulled you out of your reverie. "First time for everything."

He was addressing Pratt who was acting more prudish despite you being the one bearing it all between the two of you. Hell, he didn't even lift his head from where he'd hung it between his shoulders, eyes on the clean change of clothes in his arms.

But Seed didn't have his eyes on him either. Those were for you and the peaks of your breasts that broke through the surface. "Water's just right, Peaches." He sat down on one knee and stretched out over the bathtub rim. "Not too hot. And not too cold." Now, he collected water in his cupped hands and poured it over your carved-up chest. "Tell 'im, Li'l Red Wrath."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was wash away the sin his brother bleed out of you. It made you hope he'd heal you with his hands filled with soap, filled with barries. It made you hope he'd scrub away the pain with a back rub. He made you strong. He made you weak in the knees. He made you hopeful.

"It's just right," you closed your eyes in the caress of his calloused hands and it was the most merciful thing you could've done.

When you opened them up again, you were all alone in the cooling water, and his hands were hovering above you in the air. And when you blinked, your eyes focused on what they were holding onto and you froze.

"Lemme see those pearlies," he grinned, squirting minty fresh paste onto a toothbrush.

"Huh?"

"Barries're for scurvy, not cavities," he got down on his knees again, joints popping. "C'mere," he got a hold of your chin and pulled you closer to him. "Open wide."

"I can do it myself-"

"Wider," he forced your jaw open with a forceful grip and slide the brush inside to scrub at your teeth. "Wider." Then, it was your tongue's turn, and he took his time testing your gag reflex. "Spit," he finally freed you.

Through tears, you wiped your mouth of mint. Through blown-out pupils, he followed the rest of the white foam with his fingers across your lips. And he looked like dinner had just been served.

"Good," his voice was strained like he had been the one getting his throat teased. "Good girl."

You washed your face if only to cool it down, and he huffed if only to release the boiling pressure. And the only one to cut through the haze between the two of you was the third party.

"Umm, sir?"

Jacob Seed barked back: "What?"

"Umm," he precipitated, pointing out the walkie-talkie buzzing on the brink of the sink. "Sounds like they found Alpha, sir."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope. Hope was him hurrying to meet his Chosen and reunite with his Judge. Hope was him scooping you out of the tub, wrapping you in towels, and carrying you to the cot he made for himself in the office. And hope was him ordering Staci Pratt to watch you while he's away.

"He'll be back," Pratt panicked, placing the pile of clothes he's been holding onto the bed next to you. "He always comes back."

You yawned into the hoodie, exhaustion catching up with you no matter how much you wanted to toss him over your shoulder and make a run for it. "Did you check the windows?"

"The windows?"

"I heard him lock the door," you pull on the pair of wool socks and scan the surroundings for a pair of boots. "He didn't bold the windows shut, did he?"

"Keep it down," he hushed you, heading back towards the cot with a cup of something hot in his hands. "There's Chosen everywhere. This room is impenetrable."

"There must be a way out of here," you blow into the herbal tea, warming your hands by holding the cup and letting Pratt's palms linger atop of yours. "Jacob's favorite maneater found it, right?"

"Alpha? He got separated from the pack while out on patrol," he said, sounding confused. "And that was weeks ago before I - before we landed in Peggie Country."

"He must've been crying himself to sleep every night," you take a sip, encouraging him to take one, too. "Still has his bed made every day and everything," you swing your head in the direction of the dog bed next to the cot the two of you were all but cuddling on.

"That's not Alpha's," Pratt pressed himself closer, hiding his face in the side of your hood.

"Which wolf's is it?" You asked before your ears caught wind of his whimper. "Pratt? Hey, Pratt? Stace? Stace, does he make you-"

"He makes me wear the collar, too," he whispered. "I went through the trials, I passed all his tests, and this is my prize." His laugh was broken and his entire body shook with it. "I was weak. Now I'm strong. He's making me strong."

And so does yours as he wraps his arms around it. "He got into your head. That fucker got into your head."

"You shouldn't have come back for me, rook," he exhaled into your shoulder, breathing you in. "Now he's in your head, too."

The cruelest thing you could've done to him was to give him hope. Hope was your hand in his hair. Hope was your noses brushing. And hope was the promise that the next drink you'll be sharing will be at Wolf's Den.

"Don't," he breathed into your mouth. "Don't give me hope," he refused your gift.

And before you could shove it down his throat, he escapes your embrace.

"Stace," you reached out, not ready to release him.

"He's back," he hisses, jumping off of the bed like it had burned him. "He always comes back. We have to be strong," he stands at attention, eyes focused on the door. "Father, lend us strength."

"God damn it, Stace," you spit, all but spilling the tea in your lap.

And the cup all but slipped between your fingers when the Jacob Seed in Staci's mind manifested himself at the other end of the room.

"Sir," Staci saluted.

"You're bleeding," you gasped.

"And you're goin' soft on me," he huffed, taking off his white and blood-red wool coat as he took slow steps ahead. "Or you're blissed out," he bared his teeth in an all-knowing, no-bullshitting grin. "Peaches been takin' good care of you," he looked down into the liquid you were cupping in your lap.

"What?"

"Bliss tea," Seed leaned down close enough for you to see the blood splatter all over his face and beard. "Eyes on me, angel," he caught your chin with a calloused hand. "You must be immune to infusions after all that skinny dippin' you've been doin' in the Henbane."

You tried to turn your head, but he wouldn't let you budge. "You had Pratt roofie me?"

"Heh," he grinned even wider. "You ain't goin' soft on me after all," he sounded too satiafied with himself. Too satisfied with you.

The cruelest thing he could've done was give you hope. Hope was his satisfaction with your remaining sanity. Hope was his dismissal of your undeterred defiance. And hope was his exclamation exhaustion.

So when he sent Pratt to sleep and didn't have that collar snug around his neck, you had hope. And when he didn't chain you to his bed before climbing in, you grew even more hopeful.

"Sis got you growin' a tolerance," he turned on his side to face your back. "That tea shoulda put you to sleep by now, but I hear you tryin' to even your breathin'," he drew closer, draping the blanket over both of your bodies. "Need me to read you a bedtime story?"

You snorted, blowing your cover.

"I know this one by heart," he exhaled into the back of your head and inhaled when you arched your spine and slotted yourself against his torso. "Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf," his voice vibrated down your vertebrae and he groaned when you ground down on his crotch. "He went for a walk in the woods and never came back."

You dug your teeth into your busted bottom lip when his scraped at the scruff of your neck. It stung some, but your pride stung worse.

"Until one night, when the other wolves in his pack all went strollin' in the very same woods," his mouth climbed along the compromised column of your neck. "That's where they found him, but he wasn't alone," he made it behind your ear and bared his teeth again. "He had a mate and a whole new pack on the way," his canines caught your lobe and he tugged at it until you surrendered to him a sound.

"That she-wolf howled just like that," he freed your flesh, licking the swell of it. Then, with his hand on your hips, he held your ass in place for him to hump. "Just like that," his voice got meaner, as yours got whinier.

"Animal," you called him. "You fucking animal," you called to him, your mouth seeking him out, your lips looking to latch onto his.

"A fuckin' animal for a bitch in heat."

Your bruised ego grew numb with each lick of his to your bloody bottom lip, with each of fingers of his forcing itself into your pants. And your sense of self was lost the moment he mounted you.

"Ass up, head down," Jacob Seed ordered.

You obeyed.

"Good," he sounded pleased with what he found when he parted your folds. "Good girl," he sounded proud as his thumbs massaged your trembling thighs.

Submission wasn't a choice you'd made for yourself, it was a curse his brother's god placed upon you. It came naturally to you in a hatched-up circumstance. And that circumstance was your cunt crying out for the abuse the rest of your body has been put through.

"That she-wolf smelled just like this," he chuckled. "And felt just like this," he choked. "Oh, angel," his voice was strained from the grip you had around his girth. "She must've felt just like this to make a Judas outta Alpha."

The cruelest thing Jacob Seed could've done was give you hope. Hope was the heat of a wild she-wolf taming a Judge. Hope was the scale of power tilting. And hope was your cunt making a man howl.

"The big bad wolf could've brought her into the pack," he carried on with the conclusion of his tale. "But he betrayed them instead," he nuzzled into the nape of your neck, spooning you suffocatingly close. "And it cost him his bitch, his unborn pups, and his life. The end," he said gravely, gathering the cum that seeped out of where the two of you were still connected. "Say, what's the worst thing you can be?"

"Weak," you suckle his slick fingers absentmindedly.

"Peaches?"

"A traitor, sir."

Staci Pratt, who your absent mind didn't account for, answered from where he had been all night: the dog bed he had been conditioned to call his own by the man who convinced you to stand on all fours.

"Correct."

As soon as you got a taste of it, he threatened to take it away. You tried to hold onto it with your teeth, but he'd never let you have it back again.

Hope was a cruel thing.

[lethalchiralium]

I Wanna Be Yours | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

a/n: i’ve been sitting on this one for literal months. felt ashamed by my friends for writing female readers often but now i don’t care because i do what makes me happy (for the most part). posting makes me happy and i love writing neutral readers but this one is old so don’t kill me. divider by @derelictheretic

warnings: SEXUAL THEMES!! MINORS DNI. cussing, illusion to smut but no smut.

summary: Jacob just wants her to tell him that she is his, and he can finally feel complete.

Jacob stood in front of the stove, watching the soup simmer with his arms crossed. Another day snowed in, another fight with the Deputy. Why must she make everything so complicated? Everything was so easy when this first started - the love part was the part he found the hardest to deal with. He had to fucking win every argument but so did she, she fought just as hard and wouldn’t back down just like him; one of the things he loved about her. Why couldn’t she see that all he wanted to do was protect her?

Jacob almost froze when her hand grazed his stomach, moving to fit perfectly at his side. Her arm holding his stomach, the other rested on his back - her head rested on his arm. His hand reached for her head, gently smoothing down her hair. If he had enough strength in his heart, he would’ve kissed her. He would’ve pulled her into him, intoxicate her with his love and never let her leave his sight - that’s what he wanted. She made his words so complicated.

“I don’t think I want to leave you.”

The first words she spoke in a couple hours, even when she burned herself on the fireplace. And they made his heart squeeze uncomfortably - he never wants you to leave him here alone. “I don’t want to leave you.” She whispered like a prayer - the quiet ones like the ones he spoke as a child. His hand that rested on her head moved away, he turned to face her and she looked up at him with those tired eyes - the Deputy’s eyes. He wanted to see her.

Her name slipped from his tongue like a wish, so soft and subtle she barely caught it, his large hands settled on her jaw. She was exhausted - from fighting the cult, fighting with the Resistance, fighting with him - he wanted to take it off her shoulders. Kiss away the problems, let her tell him her deepest secrets; he knew she wasn’t much of a sharer though. He only leaned forwards, meeting his forehead with hers - a symbol of his trust and love for her.

“Let me take care of you,” The Soldier coaxed. “let me love you.”

“We won’t work,” She recalled one of the statements he made the day before. “We can’t work outside of this cabin, Jake.”

“But you don’t want to leave me because you love me?”

The Deputy bit her lip a little to stop her train of thought from becoming words spoken from her lips. So, she only nodded - the man nodded against her forehead gently. Her hands found themselves against his chest, his own moved from her jaw down to the hem of her shirt.

“Tell me to stop, Deputy.” His voice was small, so unlike him but she knew why. He was nervous. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, my love. If we do this, you can’t leave me. I’ll be yours - you’ll be mine.”

There was a beat, a pause, a breath - Jacob’s hands pulled her even closer, tugging up her shirt. She let him, she let him closer to her as his hands moved to settle on her skin right above her lower back. Her cheek settled against his, his beard scratching against her skin but she didn’t give it another thought.

“They’ll torture me.” The words left her tongue like acid, burning Jacob’s chest. “For everything I know, they’ll kill me for loving you. Or,”

“Or?” Jacob echoed, his fingers reaching up her back.

“They’ll kill you and I could never live with myself, so there’s two reasons why we can’t work.”

He paused, pulling her flush to his chest and pressed his cheek harshly into hers.

“We’re strong,” He answered, her hands moved up his chest to his neck. The shivers that went down Jacob were something to never be spoken of - but God, did he love it. “Let them come for me, little bird. They won’t touch me.”

The Deputy dryly laughed, kissing his cheek. “You’re so certain.”

Her fingers curled around his dog tags as he unbuttoned her pants, smiling into her ear. “I’ll rip all of their fingernails off, watch ‘em writhe in pain. I’ll peel their skin off, cauterize it,” Her fingers slipped the dog tags off of his neck, causing him to pause. Jacob leaned back, gazing down at his teary-eyed Deputy who wore his well-polished dog tags and his whole world collided with the Sun.

“I’ll crucify them before I let them take me from you.”

A tear escaped her eye, falling down her right cheek and Jacob’s hand reached up and flicked it away with his thumb. He ducked a little, placing himself centimeters from her lips.

“I just want you to tell me if you want me.”

His thumb grazed over her bottom lip, his eyes zeroed in on her face. Her eyes only gazed into his.

“I want you.”

Jacob has only ever ripped one shirt before in his life, but the way her shirt pulled apart so easily from his own hands as his lips met hers - the way it made a needy conversation turn into the elegant dancing of their lips. He felt weak with all of these feelings - the way she made him fall to his knees and kiss her bare stomach with a hunger like no other was terrifying. He was strong, but anytime he knew she was around, his body grow weak and he falls to his knees in worship of her and her body.

He’d ask Joseph for forgiveness later since he has been worshipping something other than His Word.

Jacob laid her sleeping figure upon his bed, the one he hasn’t slept in the whole time they’d been here. His knee fell upon the mattress, pushing the blanket away as he pulled her into the middle of the red sheets, bringing his knees to straddle her feet before he moved up a little. He placed his hands beside her arms, lowering his body on top of hers and settling his head on her stomach - just like the countless times before.

She smelled like him now, he found it…distasteful. As much as he burned for the thought of her being his, she smelled like home.

He disregarded the thought as he kicked the blanket forwards, grabbing it with his hands and tugging it over his head, up to her collarbone. He was incredibly sweaty and hot, but that didn’t matter. She always grew cold sooner or later. Her hands settled on his cheek and hair, combing through it. Now he was enveloped in her scent, his heart rate calmed and his hands curled to rest on the outskirts of her upper back.

Exhaustion was creeping up the Herald’s back, squeezing her back a little. She tugged on his hair a little as a response, his eyes fluttered closed. God, did he love her. He would destroy everything in his path for one last taste, he would lay God’s body in a shallow grave for one last kiss. He was weak in her presence, but he knew that made them strong.

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[spookyspecterino]

Out Hunting

Jacob Seed x F!Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: NSFW/18+ Minors DNI

P in V Smut, !Dom themes, Edging, Language

Jacob goes hunting, only to be followed by the deputy. Things don't go as planned, which might not be such a bad thing.

This was inspired by and loosely based on the fic by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen. Go give their story the love it deserves!

A/N: 6K words, every single one of them an excuse to justify making this NSFW... So yeah, here you go! Bye!

*runs into the goddamn hills*

The forest at night was quiet, in the winter even quieter. Most would be put off by the lack of noise or natural ambience, not Jacob. He looked forward to these moments in time; these few chances he could be alone without the constant voices in his ear asking for orders or giving him updates on troop movements. His solo, night-time hunting trips were special to him.

The crunch of the frozen ground underneath was the only sound in the forested hills and it marked his slow pace through the trees. His bare hands adjusted the quiver strap around his shoulders while he tapped out his favorite tune on the side of his compound bow. With breath billowing out around him, Jacob thought about how the snow would make his hunts even nicer; game would be easier to track, and there was a peacefulness in the way a thick blanket of snow could dampen sound. He made a mental note to go hunting more often after the first snowfall.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

The faint static voice that came through the radio speaker, no doubt meaning to catch him off-guard, didn’t deter him or even slow his pace as he brought his radio up to respond.

“Hm. Don’t spoil it.” he couldn’t help the slight tease in his voice.

The deputy was quick to respond back, he could hear her smile “Me? Spoil big, bad Jacob’s hunt? Perish the thought. Although, you must be getting cold by now, no gloves tonight?”

The smile that crept across his face was automatic and he was glad it was a dark night with no moon, “Oh, I’m not cold. I enjoy it.” He casually scans the woods in front of him “But you, I bet you’re all bundled up.”

“Wouldn’t want the sound of my teeth chattering to give away my position.”

“That would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” he listened intently around him, hoping to hear a laugh or a snort from somewhere out there in the dark, but got nothing.

“Does it bother you, not knowing where I am? I can see you looking and listening for me. Are you losing your touch, old man?”

He barked out a laugh, not even bothering to press talk on the radio, let the deputy hear it from where they are, maybe she’ll take the bait.

“Oh ho, sounds like someone believes they’re still young.”

He took his time responding, not even bothering to cover his grin or conceal it from his voice “So you’re within ear shot… good to know. Which means you’d be able to hear my little music box—sound travels far on a cold night like tonight.”

He was met with deafening silence, until “You’re fucking bluffing.”

“I don’t know kitten, am I? Can you afford to find out?”

“Why on earth would you bring that awful thing with you on a hunt?”

“Well, I know you’ve been following me out the past couple of times…which makes me curious about something—you’ve gotten bold enough to the point where you spoke up tonight. I wonder why?”

Faced with silence, he continued talking, enjoying the corner he’s put her in “It must be that you have a gun pointed at me, or you’ve found a good place to hide—you think you’re safe.”

When more time passed and there was still no response, Jacob laughed “Aw, did I scare you off? Maybe I should bring out the box, I’d love for you to join me.” he began to reach in his pants pocket, taking his time, knowing that the deputy must be weighing her options. He began to sing the familiar tune softly “Onnly youu—”

“Bring your hand out of that pocket and I’ll shoot.”

He stopped walking “Hm, now who’s bluffing?” He wanted to test her, to push her into action.

Very slowly, he began to withdraw his hand from his pocket, but he wasn’t holding his music box—she was right, he hadn’t brought it with him. Instead, he had an extra radio, smaller and lightweight, vaguely square shaped; something he stored in his pocket as a backup. Just as his fingers appeared, obviously wrapped around something, a muffled pop sounded in the distance to his right. A split second later it was followed by a bullet that whizzed past his left shoulder.

“A little too far to the left, kitten.” He teased, dropping the small radio back into his pocket and starting to walk again.

“Next time I won’t be.”

. . .

You watched through your rifle’s scope as Jacob put his hand back in his pant pocket and continued walking leisurely, a big grin stretched across his face. What a bastard. He wasn’t responding on the radio which set alarm bells off, he was up to something.

Shifting in place while laying on your belly, you looked through the slight gap in a rock formation a ways off to the right of where Jacob was walking. As he disappeared behind a thicket of trees—kicking your instincts into high alert, you decided it was time to switch positions.

Quickly picking up your rifle, you got to your feet and spun around, you were busy watching your footing—careful not to catch any rocks or make noise, when there was a rustle to your left. You looked up just in time to see Jacob moving toward you, fast.

“Motherfucker” you cursed, throwing the strap of your rifle over your shoulder and whirling around, scrambling up the rock formation.

But before you could get halfway up, you felt a rough hand grab you by the ankle and yank you back down. Pain shot through your shoulder as you landed hard on the rocks below and you were only dimly aware of your rifle being stripped off your back.

“Not so tough anymore, huh?” Jacob’s triumphant, rough voice sounded from over your shoulder, close to your ear, and you felt something sharp pressing into the side of your neck.

You gave him a growl, cracking your eyes open to stare down at the rocky ground “Smug bastard.”

“I thought you knew better than to give away your position with a warning shot.”

You huffed, shifting to try and face him, but the knife pressed harder into your neck, making you freeze, “Guess I got a little too excited.”

There was a dark chuckle and the pressure from the knife lessened a little, hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, “You’ve gotta be better than that, kitten.”

“Given another chance, I would have shot you—right in your knee. Let’s see you hunt me down from a goddamn wheelchair.”

His beard hairs tickled the back of your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, sending shivers down your spine “I don’t think you would have.” The knife disappears from your throat and rough hands pull your arms behind your back, making you hiss from the flare of pain in your shoulder. Sitting you up on your knees, still facing you away from him, he continues “I think it would end the same way as it has right here.”

“Careful…” you tease with a low growl, grabbing at his shirt behind you and giving it a weak tug with your trapped wrists “I might just prove you wrong.”

He grunts and you can feel his teeth brush along your ear “I’m curious to see what you’d do without a rifle…”

“I’d claw your eyes out.” You meant it to sound like a threat, but with Jacob so close—his teeth nipping occasionally at the sensitive spot behind your ear, it comes out breathless and flustered.

Jacob laughed, a deep, rumbling noise from his chest. You almost couldn’t believe you were hearing it, that had to have been the first time he’s ever actually laughed around you. You would have remembered hearing something like that before.

His lips traced a line down your neck and to the back of your jaw, nipping at your soft skin along the way “So feisty…”

“Let go of me and I’ll show you just how feisty I can be...” this time you didn’t sound breathy, your voice was firm, threatening even.

Jacob moved back, leaving you suddenly cold. There’s a shuffling from your wrists behind you as he holds them with one hand and uses his other to grip you by the jaw, calloused fingers pressing into your cheeks. He turns your head to look at him. Sharp blue eyes peer down at you with an intensity that makes your knees weak—all for the wrong reasons. You felt incredibly small looking up at him now, all your previous confidence beginning to shrivel in the face of this mountain of a man.

He gave you a threatening smile, eyes narrowed with a glint to them “I don’t believe you.”

You grumbled in response, casting your glare into the ground, trying not to sound defeated “Well, either way, it would hardly be a fair fight. It’s like asking a house cat to take on a grizzly bear.”

That dark chuckle returned and he brought his face closer to yours, tilting it up so you had nowhere to look but back at him. A slow grin spread across his features “I like that analogy.” His eyes flickered down and back to yours “But fights are hardly ever matched up evenly, there’s no room for fair. Nature isn’t—”

You huffed “Yeah, yeah—nature isn’t fair and all that. I’ve gotten the lecture already…”

His eyes narrowed, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks “You’ve got quite the attitude, kitten. Hasn’t anybody ever taught you to respect your superiors?”

Despite the grip he had on your face, you managed a smirk “Well you tried, once or twice—don’t think it really worked though.”

His face leaned in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fan out against you, making you shiver “Maybe it’s time for another lesson.”

“Oh boy, what is it going to be this time? Beat me into submission, starve me into submission, lecture me into submission?”

Jacob let go of your face and wrists, getting to his feet and stepping away from you. Spinning around to face him, you noticed he had your rifle on his back. “I was hunting for deer tonight, but…” He looked down at his watch “You have a two-minute lead…starting now.”

You blinked at him incredulously for a moment and he looked up at you with an amused expression “Get going. You’re gonna need it.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out before dashing away into the forest. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

After running for a little while, you skidded and dove into a sizable burrow under an uprooted tree and tried to control your breathing while looking out through the medium sized hole. You knew Jacob was a good hunter, but could he really track you that well at night? After a few minutes of silence, you wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering from a mixture of the cold and the knowledge that Jacob was out there somewhere, hunting you.

Not another minute had passed before little sprinkles of dirt fell on your shoulder, you glanced at them and felt a sinking in your stomach before a large hand came through the burrow opening, grabbing you by the jacket and hauling you out. You landed, stomach first, on the hard ground with a thud, wincing, before the heavy weight of Jacob’s knee pressed down on your back, pinning you.

He laughed from above, leaning down over you, hands pressing into the dirt on either side of your head, whispering into the crook of your neck “Not good enough.”

You growled back, trying to wriggle out from under him “I knew I should have shot your fucking knees out!”

The weight disappeared for a moment before it was replaced with something even heavier, pressing all the air out of you. You felt Jacob’s knees on either side of your hips; one of his hands ran through your hair while the other came around to grip your neck, both moving suddenly in unison to pull you up, arching your back, and tilting you head so that your face was close to his.

His husky voice sounded right next to your ear and even though you couldn’t see him, you swore that asshole was grinning like a fool. He pressed his lips to your pulse as he spoke “Tell me how hiding in a burrow was a good idea? Hm?”

The warmth of his mouth on your exposed neck gave you goosebumps, and when you failed to respond Jacob laughed softly and bit down, hard enough to draw blood. A small whine rose from your throat and you tried your best to choke it off, but by the way that Jacob’s breathing paused, you knew he heard it. After another second he licked at the bite mark, drawing his tongue across it slowly. Your breathing turned ragged as you struggled to control the noises that threatened to escape.

“That’s your punishment for getting caught, this time.” Something in his words made your thighs flex together and you let out a strained breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Jacob let go of your neck and hair, letting you fall flat against the ground again before standing. Instead of getting to your feet, you rolled onto your back, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was a mistake, because Jacob was still sanding with his legs on either side of your hips. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he brought his expression back under control.

However, when he didn’t say anything, you decided to test your luck. Slowly, you pushed yourself up to sit on your knees, never looking away from Jacob. He didn’t seem to react, his poker face holding firm, but his breathing did quicken just a little as he continued to stare down at you with those intense blue eyes.

With a quiet voice, very aware of the implications of your position, you asked “How long of a head start do I have this time?”

He didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice sounded coarse “One minute, 30 seconds.”

You didn’t say anything else as you began to get to your feet, never breaking eye contact until you turned and sprinted off into the dark. While running, you had a hard time getting the image of Jacob out of your mind, the feeling of his hands on your neck and running through your hair. Were they as gentle at first as you imagined they were? But the hardest thing was trying to forget the smell of him; earth and pine, wood smoke—they filled your head, lingered on your clothes, clogged your senses.

Coming up on another burrow, you didn’t even consider it, but then a different idea crossed your mind as you saw the uprooted tree leaning against a cluster of other trees. Trying to be quick about it, you took off your jacket, shivering against the cold air, and tossed it into the hole, just enough to catch a glimpse of it. Then, you climbed up the leaning tree and pulled yourself up into the strong limbs of an oak, crouching down in its thick, tangled branches high above the burrow entrance.

Jacob was used to being the hunter, so why would he ever look up?

Not long after getting to your position in the tree you heard the smallest sound of footsteps from down below. Jacob’s big frame stood out in the dark as he snuck around the side of the burrow, you saw his head shake a little—no doubt from catching the glimpse of your jacket and assuming you had made the same mistake twice. As he reached inside you thought you could hear him click his tongue in disappointment. You prepared yourself as you saw his frame go still, feeling just your jacket in his grasp.

The leap down from the branches wasn’t the hard part, it was landing on Jacob in a way that would take him down to the ground with you and hopefully knock him unconscious. But you didn’t have such luck as your chest collided with his shoulders—not his head, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You heard a grunt as Jacob collapsed on the frozen ground under you with a heavy thump—rifle and bow falling and clattering off into the dirt. Struggling to get air into your aching chest, you crawled off of him frantically, your fingers trying to find purchase in the solid ground.

But Jacob was quicker to recover as he grabbed after you. Spinning onto your back, you did your best to kick him off. His grip was strong though, and he was soon over you, pinning you down by your wrists, arms above your head. You panted hard, out of breath—all you could do was glare up at him, and he laughed.

He brought his face down, inches from yours, a grin spread over his lips “Clever, but still not good enough.”

“Eat. A. Dick.” You panted, your body starting to shiver now from a mixture of adrenaline and the cold.

This only made Jacob grin wider “Hm. Where did a pretty little mouth like that learn to say such horrible things?”

You thought the blush that crept up your face might glow in the dark. Twisting your mouth, you growled “I would have fucking had you if I had gotten your head instead of your shoulders—you’d be passed out like a—.”

“Ah, but you didn’t.” his eyes roamed down over your face “And now it’s time for your next punishment.”

You felt your throat go dry as he shifted his grasp to hold both your arms above your head with one hand, using his other to tilt your chin up, exposing the full length of your neck. Without your puffy winter jacket, you were wearing just a cotton tank top and you regretted that choice as his eyes trailed down your neck and over your chest.

Jacob started under your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses to your shivering skin, working his way down your throat. His hand slid down, fingers trailing along the side of your neck in an uncharacteristically gentle way. He reached the previous bite that he had given you and pulled at it with his teeth, making you hiss from the stinging pain. You felt his soft laugh against your skin before he moved past it and down to the curve of your neck.

You grumbled as he continued to nip and kiss along your collar bones “You know, this doesn’t seem like much of a punishment… Just seems like you’re looking for an excuse to put your mouth on me.”

There was a pause, Jacob’s lips stopping between your collar bones, you thought you felt him smirk briefly. His head raised up enough to meet your eyes with his, something burned in them that made jolts of electricity shoot straight between your legs “…You askin’ me to be rougher with you?”

Your face instantly flushed a deep red, all the way down to your neck “I—I’m…it’s…”

A slow smile crossed his face and you only blushed harder as you floundered for words, his voice was soft and low, “Kinda sounds like you want me to be rough.” He moved closer until his nose was almost touching yours, you felt his hand resting at the base of your neck, applying a light pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles that went lower and lower, beginning to tease just under the edge of your tank top.

Naturally stubborn and filled to the brim with snark, you spoke back through a smirk “Just curious about why you’re taking your sweet time getting to my punishment…”

A low grunt was all he offered as his hand moved from the base of your neck to your tank top strap. Hooking two fingers under it, Jacob pulled it to the side, letting it fall down your shoulder. Briefly his eyes traveled over the exposed skin and then back to meet yours.

You felt that his refusal to answer was something you could leverage “So, I’m gonna take a guess and say that you enjoy this—ah!”

He bit down on your shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving a very clear, crescent bite mark, and he was absolutely smirking as he did it. But what Jacob hadn’t expected was your reaction, instead of shrinking away from him, your back arched up—pressing yourself into him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

His breath tickled your chest as he moved down, nipping at the skin, amused eyes looking up to meet yours; half-lidded as you panted “Think you might be enjoying it too.”

“Shut up…” you hissed, trembling under the touch of his lips.

He hummed, with a little smile, hooking a finger under the edge of your tank top and pulling it down to expose the tops of your breasts, his finger dragging along through the valley of your cleavage. His eyes glanced up to yours as he bent down to kiss each swell, sucking hard and leaving marks on both.

“Which means your punishment won’t really be a punishment.” He growls lowly, moving to the dip in between your breasts and licking up the exposed length of it, making you shiver and eliciting another moan from you, this one a little louder.

His eyes catch yours and there’s a glint to them that makes your legs clench together and your heart pound “Hmm, what do I do with you, kitten?” You were left speechless, breath panting, as he gave you another slow look over. He motioned to your pinned arms with a nod “If I let you go, are you gonna behave?”

You nodded frantically; eyes wide. It made him laugh that wonderful, deep and rumbling sound. He brought his face in close, lips ghosting over yours as he tipped your chin up, blue eyes drilling into you “I want you to say it.”

Your voice was quick, needy “I—I’ll behave.”

Hot breath hit your face as his breathing quickened “Say it again.”

“Please, Jacob. I’ll behave for you.”

His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he leaned down to kiss under it “Perfect.”

You whined at the sound of his praise. You wanted more of it—craved it, and you knew he understood that from the way his grip tightened momentarily in response. The pressure on your wrists lifted slowly and by the time he had freed your arms completely, you were already moving them to wrap around his neck, running your fingers along the short stubble of hair on the lower half of his head and up to tangle in the longer strands at the top.

There was a quiet groan from him, and if he hadn’t been right next to your ear you weren’t sure you would have heard it. A second later, lips crashed into yours, it was so surprising you gasped. They were rough and chapped but everything you wanted as you began to kiss him back, moving your lips over his more frantically with every passing second.

His hands run down your sides, gripping and squeezing at your ribs until they found the bottom of your top and slid deftly under the fabric. His fingers were cold and sent shivers down your spine as they traveled up your skin to reach your breasts, cupping them in each hand.

Jacob swallows the moan you make and uses the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, sliding it against yours. A soft whimper escapes your throat at his forcefulness and it only serves to excite him more. His thumbs move to flick against your hard nipples, pinching and squeezing the soft skin. Your breathing has turned ragged now and you can feel your hips begin to move against him, seeking friction wherever you can find it.

He laughs softly, pulling his tongue out of your mouth and biting down on the bottom of your lip, fingers still pulling on your nipples. His dark and husky voice drives you wild “Someone’s impatient.”

The whine that escapes you again isn’t intentional, but still portrays exactly how desperate you are for relief. Shifting yourself, you move your legs so that Jacob’s knees are in between and lift them to wrap around his hips tightly. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you now and you buck your hips to rub along its length. Jacob moans, breaking the kiss and hanging his head for a moment, panting. Seeing his reaction to such a small movement and hearing his moan sends jolts of electricity straight to your stomach and you smile devilishly as you begin to grind your hips into his with more force.

His lips are back on yours again as he hungrily resumes kissing you, groaning louder from the feeling of your hips on him. Jacob’s hands move from your breasts to grip your lower back. Sitting up, he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, pulling you into his lap. Your hands move to run down his broad chest, feeling the defined muscle under his shirt, tracing over the chains of his dog tags as they snake down to the hem of his pants and fiddle with the clasp.

Strong hands gripped yours, moving them back, and a deep voice in your ear made you shiver with excitement “Not yet, kitten. I’m not done with you.”

Those same strong hands gripped under your thighs and tilted your torso down in a way that your upper back rested on the ground, legs moving to hook over Jacob’s broad shoulders as he remained sitting up. In one swift motion, he pulled your jeans down, revealing your soaked panties. Your face was aflame as he assessed the wetness between your legs, running a finger over the soaked fabric, then looking back to you.

“No point in keepin’ these—they’re ruined.” He said with a mischievous smirk just before tearing them off with a quick snap of the elastic. You squeaked in surprise, which excited him further as he looked down—eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy.

Your legs began tremble as he ran a finger through your wet folds once, then brought his mouth down to your entrance. His moan mixed with yours as his tongue dragged along your slit, tasting you, then pulling back to look down at you with a smirk as you fought for breath. When he bent down, bringing his mouth back in between your legs, he brought a hand up to spread you. This time he attacked your clit, pulling at it with his teeth, causing you to cry out and arch your back, your fingers digging into the dirt above your head.

Jacob hummed at your reaction, obviously pleased, his tongue swirling tight circles on your clit as he started to tease at your entrance with the tip of his finger. As your lower body began to tighten and coil, edged on by his finger only dipping into you up to the first knuckle, you tried to buck your hips, eager for more as your needy moans filled the night. Thankfully, he indulged you, slipping in his finger and pumping it—he groaned feeling you tighten around it and slipped in a second, curling them into you with a vigor that made your vision go white.

You were already getting close, legs starting to shake and tremble as you threw your head back, crying out. As you moved back against Jacob’s face, grinding your hips—trying to chase that rising high to the finish, Jacob moved away, pulling out his fingers and licking them clean. The look you gave him was pouting, full of disappointment. He wore a wry smile as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and brought you back up into his lap in a flash.

“Don’t give me that look—needy little thing.” He teased, brushing his hands along your back as he pulled you close against him and kissed you roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours in a feverish dance.

Whimpering impatiently, your hands flew to the clasp of his pants and this time he allowed you to undo the button and zipper. You swallowed his low moan as your hand slipped down into his boxers, gliding along the full length of his hard cock and gripping it at the base. The tip was wet with beads of arousal that spilled over as you gave him a few slow pumps, relishing the way his breath hitched at the motion.

Jacob’s hands clawed at your back as you freed him from his pants, letting his girthy erection spring free. His skin was hot to the touch as you continued pumping him, twisting your hand as it neared the head. As you increased your speed his face fell into the curve of your shoulder, letting out breathy moans against your skin. The sudden sense that you were in control made you feel emboldened and confident, it was an addicting feeling.

After you felt more hot drips of precum falling on your hand, you used your thumb to swipe it over his tip, drawing little circles just under the lip of his head. Jacob let out a noise that was halfway between a growl and a moan, biting down on your shoulder when grabbing your hips wasn’t enough for him. You made a mental note to check them in the mirror the next chance you got, part of you was excited to see the bruises that would undoubtedly form.

Wiggling forward, you positioned yourself to line up with the head of Jacob’s throbbing cock, heart hammering out of your chest in anticipation. Putting one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself you sunk down, just enough to wrap yourself around his tip. His breathing was turning into ragged gasps now, shoulders tense with desire.

When you stopped at just the tip, his lips moved against your neck, teeth grazing your rapid pulse. It was a low warning, the sound of it gave you shivers “Tease me and you’ll regret it.”

You sank down on him a little further, gasping as you stretched around him. Having this control made you feel invincible, even if you were in the arms of the most dangerous man in the valley.

The grin that spread across your face leaked into your words as you teasingly whispered back “You know, I don’t think I will.”

There was a hard bite under your jaw in response, and at the same time Jacob thrusted up, burying himself in you to the base. You cried out at the overwhelming sensation of taking the entirety of his girth at once, which only encouraged him to do it again, pulling out to just the tip and then slamming it back in you. His thrusts started to speed up each time while his hands held your hips firmly, lips sucking at your neck, leaving it red and purple, occasionally a low groan slipped out of him.

Feeling that pressure in you begin to build again as your clit rubbed against him, your hands gripped his shoulders for support as you moved your hips down into his thrusts, matching his rhythm, making sure he was reaching as deep as possible.

“Fuck” Jacob hissed, gasping for breath into your neck, and you felt your walls flutter at the sound.

Your hips sped up, slamming down into him, desperate to hear him again. Soon, your thighs were starting to burn from the effort of going so fast and you panted for air, throwing your head back—steamy breath billowing out as you moaned. You were getting close again, eyes squeezing shut as you felt your release rushing forward.

But Jacob pulled himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Your fingers clawed deep into his shoulders as your piercing glare met his eyes. It was only for a second as he flipped you over from his lap, your bare knees and hands hitting dirt. There was a dark laugh from over your shoulder, a split second later you felt a sharp slap on your ass and his throbbing cock plunge itself back into you.

Just as you moaned out, the sound echoing through the forest, a tender hand ran through your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head up, forcing you to arch your back. The other hand held onto your raised hips as Jacob began pounding hard into you from behind. You felt the force of his thrusts vibrate through your entire body.

“You like being in control?” He grunted from behind you in that dark, husky voice that made you clench around him “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Jacob slapped your ass again, the sharp sting adding to the pleasure of him stretching you out. The hand that was gripping your hip let go and you felt it brush your stomach as two fingers settled on your clit. Working precise circles on you, Jacob leaned down, never breaking the fast motion of his thrusts, and kissed the back of your neck.

His words were hitching and out of breath as he spoke in your ear “You’re going to come for me when I tell you to.” Your only response was a strangled moan and he pulled your hair back more, “Say it.”

Your walls squeezed at the sound of his firm command and he groaned, pressing his head into your shoulder for a brief moment. With a frayed voice you moaned, “I’ll come wh—when you tell me to!”

There was a hum of approval as he kissed the back of your shoulder. His breaths began to become hoarse and strangled, heard even over the furious sound of slapping flesh. It was enough to send you over the edge, but you wouldn’t dare come without his permission. Beads of sweat started to form on your brow as you held your orgasm back with increasing difficulty, biting down on your lip to try and control it.

Just as you thought you couldn’t handle anymore, tears welling in the corner of your eyes, his low growl sounded in your ear “Come for me, now.”

Releasing a strangled breath that quickly turned into a loud cry, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you, making you see stars. Faintly you could hear a guttural moan in your ear that made your legs shake and your head spin “Good girl.” There was a throbbing sensation, accompanied by a loud snarl, as Jacob spilled himself in you, his thrusts turning sloppy as he finished.

By the time you came back to your senses you felt Jacob’s hot breath against your back, pressing soft kisses into your spine as he pulled out of you slowly. You were still panting, unable to move as your legs trembled violently. Gentle hands guided you back to a sitting position and for a moment you forgot who you were with, shocked that such tenderness could come from Jacob.

You looked around at him as he laid on the ground, completely unbothered by the cold; his hands lingered on you, pulling you to join him as you felt goosebumps spread across your arms and legs. It was a perfect feeling as you nestled your head against his warm chest comfortably, his arms wrapping around your body to shield you from the cold.

His heart was still beating hard, thumping against your ear, filling the otherwise quiet night with noise. You wondered what was going through his mind as his fingers rubbed small circles into your back. He breathed in a deep and contented sigh, releasing it slow.

“This was better than hunting deer.” His voice vibrated from deep in his chest, it sounded like he might be smiling as he said it.

You couldn’t help but laugh “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

“I’ll be coming out here again soon…” one of his hands ran through your hair, brushing it back from your face, “Will you join me?”

“You can count on it.”

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A/N: This was my first time writing 18+, now that the seal is broken, you can expect more. If it was garbage, well...it can only get better from here, right? More FarCry5 stuff is on its way. I will pour my blood, sweat, and tears into this fandom, even if it's mostly dead.

Thank you to everyone who supports this dumpster fire, and the overall trash bin that is my work. Without you, everything I write would stay in my drafts folder ❤️

[western-writer]

Home

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing

A/n this is a story about Jacob and my oc, Braeden Creed. This takes place after Eden's Gate and the Resistance make peace.

Summary: Braeden is conflicted about her relationship with Jacob.

Nuzzling into her neck stirs Braeden awake, and for a second she forgets where she is. She dreamt of being home and the sounds of birds chirping outside did nothing to prove that statement's falseness, but the moment her eyes fluttered open, reality came crashing down.

She wasn't home. This isn't home. It's the absolute farthest thing from home, so why does she feel some comfortable? Why does it feel so familiar?

Braeden turns her neck slightly to see the large man pressed against her, head nuzzled into the back of her neck like a puppy. She almost laughs but stops when Jacob's arms tighten around her middle.

When she first laid eyes on Jacob in the church when she tried to arrest his brother, never once did she think she would end up like. Never did she think she'd be waking up in his bed and not regretting it immediately. She never expected for it to become like this, but it's better than anything she could have ever hoped for.

"Braeden what the fuck, did you forget about breakfast at Whitehorse's?" a familiar voice comes through her radio. Through phone lines have been reinstated, many people throughout the county still communicate through radio. They just find it easier.

"That Peaches...?" Jacob mumbles behind her and Braeden laughs.

"He has a name, Jake."

"Yeah, Peaches."

"No," Braeden emphasizes. "His name is Staci."

"Whatever," Jacob mutters tiredly. His grip on Braeden tightens and she chuckles.

"Jake, c'mon. Hudson will have my ass if I don't show."

"Sorry, Hudson, I've already claimed ownership on that ass."

"Jacob, seriously?" She can't help but laugh at that and pry his arms off her.

Jacob growls a bit and sits up behind her. Braeden throws her legs over the side of the bed and looks around the room. Once her eyes find her jeans, she stands and trudges over to them and throws Jacob's shirt and jacket to him while she does so. Slowly, she puts the article of clothing on.

"Creed, you there? Did you hear what the fuck I just said?" Staci's voice comes again. Jacob reaches for the radio and Braeden shoots him a "don't you dare" look. Pausing, he shoots her a smirk and grabs the radio before she can.

"Yeah, yeah. She heard ya. Patients is virtue, Peaches."

The line goes silent and a bit of guilt hits Braeden.

"Why do you do that?" she sighs, leaning against the wall.

"Do what?" Jacob respond innocently.

"You know what I'm talkin' about, Jake. Why do you feel the need to terrorize him?"

Jacob scoffs and gets up off the bed. "I hardly think I'm 'terrorizing' him."

"Look, I don't know what you did to him when I wasn't around, but it's clear you damaged him. I already feel shitty about being involved with one of my closest friend's abuser. Please stop makin' it worse." Braeden looks up at him, eyes soft as Jacob stares at her.

"Abuser?"

"Psychological torture is still abuse, Jake. Not to mention that everytime I saw him, he always looked beaten up."

Jacob rolls his eyes a bit and turns away from her, pulling his shirt. Braeden sighs again.

"After I told him about us, we had a huge argument, Jake. It almost destroyed our friendship and Staci is one of my best friends. I just can't have you damaging him anymore. Please, Jake. If you won't do it for him, do it for me."

Jacob turns and has an unreadable expression. "Fine. For you." And he leaves it at that, exiting the room.

"Took ya long enough, Rook," Hudson says, clapping her on the back. Braeden mocks Hudson a bit and kicks her shoes off before entering Whitehorse's house any further. She slides into a chair and Whitehorse is setting down plates with food on them. Braeden is the last to dish up and slow at it, too.

"You okay, Braeden?" Whitehorse questions, concerned.

With her head resting on her hand, Braeden nods. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Braeden scoffs a bit. "I doubt any of you would like to hear my domestic issues." Her eyes raise and meet Staci's, being cut off when he looks away quickly.

She knows she's very luckily any of them still talk to her and she doesn't want to push her luck.

"Issues... with Jacob?" Hudson forced out. She is the last one Braeden thought would engage in this. Braeden watches as Staci flinches at his name.

"Let's not talk about here, alright? Let's just enjoy breakfast."

Later after breakfast, Braeden realizes the Staci has disappeared. She looks around for a bit and finds him in the backyard. Cautiously, she takes a seat neck to him.

Silence lingers in the air and Braeden sighs. "I'm sorry about Jacob earlier. I tried to get him to not say anything, but he didn't listen..."

Staci doesn't say anything and the tension Braeden already feels intensifies.

"Look, I have no idea what he put you through. And I know I'm insanely lucky that you and the rest of the Resistance still talk to me."

Still no response.

"Truth is, I feel... guilty." She hangs her head a bit. "You and Hudson and Whitehorse are so important to me... but so is Jacob and I want the two sides to be able to live harmoniously. But, I also get that that will probably never happen. I just don't want you to end up hating me."

Staci sits for a minute before finally turning to look at her. "Does he make you happy?"

Braeden smiles slightly. "Yeah, he really does."

"Do you love him?"

"Well, uh, I think the potential is there... but I don't think I'm quite there yet."

Staci laughs a bit and turns his head. "Everything... all that shit... it got way outta hand. And you're right, we destroyed lives just as much as they did. We hurt people, killed people and it wasn't always in self defense. I'm not sayin' that they didn't absolutely deserve what they got... but I want it to behind me, ya know? You probably got the worse of it than anybody, and you somehow managed to fall for the enemy, right?"

The sound a vehicle pulls their attention away.

"Braeden, you need to come here right now!" Hudson calls.

Quickly, Braeden makes her way to the front yard where Hudson had called from. Staci is close behind her as they enter the front yard and find Hudson and Whitehorse standing at the gate, facing someone.

"Jake? Why're you here?" Braeden asks, pushing past her coworkers.

Jacob looks at her and he looks conflicted when he looks a Staci. Jacob leans against his truck and folds his arms.

"I don't know if Joseph talks to God and I really don't care," he begins. "What I care about is my brother and that's why I did what I did. Braeden's dedication to her friends reminded me of that..."

"Jake, what're you-?"

"Just let me talk," Jacob cuts her off. "I'm not sayin' I regret what I did because I will never regret supportin' the family that saved me. What me, and the others, regret is how we did everything. Not that makes a difference, but there. Now you've heard me say it. We never wanted be become like our father. I never wanted to become like our father. But, I guess the cycle of abuse just keeps goin'."

"Are you... apologizing... to us?" Hudson questions.

"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it. But don't get used to it. I don't usually regret things I do."

"Why say all of this to us and not the rest of the Resistance?" Whitehorse asks.

"Because she doesn't care about the rest of the Resistance like she does you guys."

Braeden walks toward Jacob and wraps her arms around his neck and Jacob laughs a bit.

"I'll see ya at home, alright?" he says to her.

Braeden nods, pulls away from him and watching him get in the truck and drive away.

Yeah. He'll see her at home. This is her home.

[deputyexhausted]

i walk to the borders on my own, fall in the water just like a stone

Rating: Mature

Pairing: F!Deputy/Jacob Seed, focus on F!Deputy&Faith Seed

The Henbane and its Herald twist and turn the Deputy as she struggles to keep her head above the water in managing the Resistance. Faith spins circles around her; their dance grows ever more maddening until Gracie doubts her perceptions, instincts, and purpose in Hope County. Gracie is all bloodied fists to Faith’s false serenity, but not every problem can be solved with a bullet and even she isn’t certain this should end in yet another murder.

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[krycss]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words | Jacob Seed x f!Deputy | Ch2

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Chapter 1

Question for ya: So my Deputy's name is Catherine, but I found it easier to simply go along with calling her Rook unless the character talking to her directly uses her name. Is this confusing to you guys as the reader? It makes sense to me but I want to make sure it's easy to follow in case I swap out the names every now and again. 

           By the time they made it to Holland Valley it was fairly late in the afternoon. Pulling up to the ranch Rook could see John pacing the porch near the front door. As Jacob parked the truck John ran to the door, eager to help Rook out of the vehicle. She gave him a smile, as much as she could, hoping her gratitude was shown in her eyes. John halted in his steps, obviously surprised at her appearance. John helped escort her inside, with Jacob following closely behind, where a doctor was already waiting inside the ranch.

           Her relationship with the Seed family was…not what she expected when she arrived in Hope County. Dealing with a cult was not exactly what she had in mind when she left the police academy but here she was. However, ever since the fateful night that this whole mess began, there had been a part of her that couldn’t help but listen in every chance she got to Joseph’s words. She wasn’t a particularly religious person, she’d admit that, but the things he talked about did ring true – the world was indeed in chaos. She constantly found herself stretched between the resistance and their growing reliance and pressure on her, and the members of Eden’s Gate trying desperately to bring her into their flock. Sometimes she wished someone would just make the decision for her.

           It was during one of her many nights in Jacob’s cages that her relationship with the family changed. Her and Jacob had already built a kind of respect for one another – though neither would admit it. She loved the challenge he provided. To many it would seem a torture, and some days it was, but she needed the structure. She enjoyed the fact that when she was focusing on training for his trials she didn’t have any other pressure on her back. She didn’t have to worry about the others of Hope County who relied on her so much. She needed someone to take the reins from her for a bit, and Jacob being in charge provided that necessity. They’d never admit it to one another – stubbornness works both ways – but their respect showed in subtle ways. He would check on her during her conditioning, and when need be she provided as a distraction for when he couldn’t sleep and ended up walking the grounds in the middle of the night. On the night Joseph decided to pay her a visit he had told her the story of his wife and child. She felt compelled to stop him as he started to walk away. She asked if she could talk to him again some time, and the smile that formed on his face would be something to remember.

           Rook wasn’t fully paying attention to what was going on around her in the ranch. She tuned out the doctor and the questions. She had grown used to the silence of being a prisoner not allowed to talk. Jacob squeezed her shoulder, pulling her out of her head.

           ��Doc says it’s definitely going to hurt to take that out.” Jacob glanced down at her lips. “We don’t have any anesthesia lying around, but we’ve got bliss.”

           Her eyes darted up to his. He ran his hand up and down her arm.

           “I know you hate the shit but you’ve been through enough pain already, don’t you think? You’re strong though, it’ll be fine.”

           Her eyes flickered between his before she nodded her head. If he said she was strong then she could trust his judgement. Right?

She never liked giving up control to the Bliss. Faith had been understanding at least, when they talked about it. She never popped up out of the blue anymore to bring Rook into her little world. If she wanted to talk, she called. One of the benefits on easing herself into Joseph’s good graces.

           The doctor stepped closer, murmuring something that Rook didn’t catch. After being away from it for so long it wasn’t even that close to her and she could already see the sparkles in her eyes. With a quick blow, everything began turning hazy. The last thing Rook could feel was Jacob’s squeeze her shoulder one last time before everything turned white.

           Perhaps it was the trauma, but the scene conjured up by the Bliss brought her back to the day this all began. The day of her kidnapping.

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           “Ah, Catherine. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.” Joseph’s voice lilted from the radio.

           “Yeah, yeah.” She laughed back. “I have some plans that might take a while so I knew we wouldn’t be able to have our little chats like we usually do. And how many times must I tell you to just call me Cat before it sticks?”

           It had been a month since that incident in the cage. Every chance the two could get they would talk. It was like having her own sibling that was always there to listen, no matter how mundane the topic. Sometimes it would be small-talk, other times it would just be Rook simply listening to the Father as he prepared a sermon. Usually though, it would be a game of questions back and forth, both parties eager to engage.

           “I understand, and you know I’m old-fashioned.” Joseph laughed. “So, what are we discussing today then, hm?”

           “Actually,” Rook replied sheepishly. She walked around the corner of the outpost she was currently at, getting farther away from any prying ears. “I was wondering if you might be able to get me the frequency Jacob uses?” She mumbled the last part, a part of her hoping Joseph wouldn’t think too much of it.

           There was a moment of silence. Rook used the time to hop into the back of a nearby truck. She hoped it was far enough away, didn’t need any rumors.

           “You two are becoming close.” There was a hint of a question behind it.

           “I wouldn’t say that, but, I’ll admit I find myself curious about him more than before. And he doesn’t exactly plan out ‘conversation time’ when we’re together unlike your other siblings – it’s very hard to get them to NOT tell me about themselves.” She added with a lighthearted laugh.

           “Jacob’s had a hard life. I think it would do him some good to have someone close.” Joseph hummed, seeming to insinuate something. She didn’t correct him.

           “Although, he won’t exactly be happy about this, I believe.” He laughed.

           Rook nodded her head, a smile on her lips.

           “Yeah, I suspect that much. But, someone’s gotta keep him on his toes.”

           “That is true. Well, he typically uses frequency twelve when he talks with me. You can use that one until you two settle on your own channel. Is there anything else you need from me, child?”

           “No, but thank you Father.” Rook found herself calling him that absentmindedly lately, but she never thought too much about it. It was just easier.

           “Try not to destroy too much of our property, yes?” He let out a chuckle.

           “No promises!” Rook replied before putting the radio down.

           She let out a large huff of air as she pulled her arms up over her head, stretching out the muscle and causing a few joints in her spine to crack. It was mid-afternoon and she was getting ready to do some work with some of the Whitetails in the area. There were two members coming with her who were currently packing up the truck they would be using. They were new to the Militia and Rook was “asked” by Eli to help out with showing them the ropes. Part of her thinks it was just so that she was out of the bunker and away from Tammy when she was in a mood.

           Rook fiddled with the radio, tossing it between her hands. She wasn’t exactly sure how she would even begin a conversation with Jacob. Normally it was the other way around after she bothered him enough times. Her time spent with Faith and John allowed her some insight into their lives – although, at the beginning she tried anything and everything to get them to stop dumping all of their issues on her – but Jacob was an enigma. She truly just wanted to know more about the man. It didn’t help that she also found herself attracted to the old soldier, but that was beside the point she told herself. She kept hovering over the channel buttons but before she could send anything out a man jogged up to her.

           “Hey Deputy, we’re ready to leave when you are.” The man pointed over to the other man waiting by the truck. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

           “Nice to meet you as well …?” She waited for his name.

           “Ah, it’s Johnson. Just joined up the other day.” He shook her hand, his grip was tight.

           “Alright, nice to meet you Johnson. Let’s get going.”

           Rook jumped off the back of the truck and made her way over with Johnson following behind. After meeting the other man, also with the last name Johnson – Rook realized they were brothers – they set off on the road. Rook made a mental note to make a Johnson & Johnson joke to Sharky later.

           Their goal was to gather supplies from a nearby factory that Rook had recently liberated but didn’t have time to loot and help set it up for occupation. When they arrived it was quiet. The other militia members that were stationed there were swapped with their group and sent back to the Wolf’s Den. After gathering as much as they could the three started getting ready to settle in for the night after securing the perimeter and deciding the watch schedule. One of the brothers agreed to go first, Rook was thankful because of how tired she was. Rook decided to take one of the offices that was still near the front door, just in case. She hadn’t seen where the other Johnson brother went off to, she figured he was either in his own space or out with his brother on watch. As she set up her “bed” – a blanket on the ground and her backpack as a pillow – she made a note to learn their first names to ease the confusion. She laid on the ground, fidgeting with her radio once more. Could she risk trying to talk to Jacob with the others nearby? Fuck it.

           She looked out the nearby window, spotting the brother on watch. She still didn’t know where the other was but she didn’t hear anything nearby. Tuning the radio to the channel Joseph gave her earlier she took a deep breath before pressing the button.

           “Jacob?”

           Silence. Rook took the time to turn the volume down on the radio.

           “Do I even want to know how you knew this channel?” Jacob drawled on the other end.

           “I may have asked Joseph? He was more than willing to assist in my operation to annoy you.” She said with a laugh.

           “Of course he did. What do you want?”

           “What? A girl can’t just hit up her buddy for a little chat?” Rook teased.

           “So we’re buddies now, huh?” Jacob let out a huff. “Alright, I’ll bite. Chat.”

           Rook paused. Honestly she wasn’t even expecting to get this far.

           “Uh, haven’t quite figured that part out yet. But, I’m in the area so I figured I’ll give ya at least a little warning in case things start blowing up out of the blue. You know how I get.”

           “You know if you’d just stop escaping when I bring you back you’d be allowed to blow things up, right?” She could tell Jacob was smiling.

           “Yeah but where’s the fun in regulated explosives? It’s all about the surprise.”

           “You’ve been hangin’ out with that Boshaw too much.”

           “Probably.”

           There was a lull in the conversation. It had been a while since they had talked. It also didn’t help that between the two of them, Rook did most of the talking since Jacob tended to be a rather reserved individual. Rook sighed. It was getting dark.

           “Well, I suppose I should probably get some rest. It’s getting pretty late.” Rook bit her lip.

           “Yeah. Need your beauty sleep.”

           “You suggesting I need more?” Rook mocked offense.

           “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’.” Jacob laughed. “Get some rest though. You’ll need it for wreaking havoc. Make it a big one so I know where to come get ya.”

           “We’ll see what happens. You get some rest too, I know you don’t get nearly enough.”

           Jacob just hummed in response.

           Rook wasn’t sure if “goodnight” was the right response or not so she settled for just turning the radio off and getting comfy. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep.

             She wasn’t sure what time it was when she heard a small thump in the night. She opened one eye. Nothing at the door. She waited to listen for anything else. Silence. One of the men moving around, she thought. As she closed her eyes again she couldn’t help but feel a presence next to her. Just as she opened her eyes she saw the butt of a gun headed right for her, knocking her unconscious.

            When she came too she was in the main floor of the factory. The room sparkled with dust lit by the rising sun beaming through the windows near the ceiling. Unconscious all night it seemed. She let out a groan as she moved her head to look around. Her arms were tied behind her back in the chair she was sat in. She could see the brothers out of the corner of her eye, both of them holding their guns out.

           “Somebody care to explain what the hell is going on?” She let out with a sigh.

           “You know, everyone thinks you’re some kind of hero.”

           Johnson #1, as Rook decided to call him, came forward.

           “But you’re a liar. A fraud.”

           “The hell are you talking about?” Rook stared up at him in confusion.

           “I heard your little conversation with Joseph back at the other outpost, and imagine my surprise when I hear you talking to Jacob when we get here! We’re out here fighting for our homes against these assholes and you’re on familiar terms with them?! You’re supposed to be helping to lead us out of this mess!” Johnson punched her in the gut, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. “Eli is a fool for letting you wander freely around the Wolf’s Den. Tammy’s right, you’re a liability to our safety. For all we know, you’re giving them a direct line to our information and families.”

           Johnson #2 chimed in with his agreement.

           “Alright listen,” Rook rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you think you heard, but you’ve gotta be some kind of stupid to think I’d put everyone in danger like that.” She pulled at her hands, the rope chafing her wrists.

           “They are the enemy!” Johnson #1 added with a backhanded slap.

           Rook sucked on her teeth, spitting out some blood onto the floor.

           “So, what? You’re gonna kill me? Just like that? You don’t think that’d look bad for the Whitetails?”

           “We should.” Johnson #2 piped up.

           “No, not yet.” Johnson #1 walked back to his brother. “We’re gonna make her regret her decisions first. Let’s see if we can’t break her of her loyalty to those fucks first.”

~~~

           Rook isn’t sure how long she’s been out when the Bliss finally wears off. It’s still darker outside, so some time has passed. She immediately feels the throbbing of her lips which causes her eyes to widen. She sits up, her hands shakily reaching up to feel her face.

           “Careful.” Jacob’s voice rumbled next to her.

           She glanced over at him.

           “Doc said not to irritate them too much.”

           Rook nodded. She took a deep breath through her nose and then slowly starting opening her jaw. She winced at the initial pop and flare of pain that followed. Jacob was attempting to soothe her, telling her to take it slow. She eventually got it open again and proceeded to work out the kinks. It had been so long. She forgot how simple the feeling of just being able to open your mouth felt. She let out a silent sob prompting Jacob to pat her on the back.

           “It’ll take time, but you’ll get through this. You’re strong.” He gave her a quick smile.

           She still couldn’t quite believe him. But she didn’t argue. She found that she couldn’t find it in her to reply at all, actually. How long had it been since she’d last spoken to someone? Every time she did while in the hands of the Johnson brothers earned her either a punch, kick, or slap. She supposed that her brain just decided it was better for not to speak at all. Noting the worry on her face, Jacob spoke up.

           “Can’t speak?” He asked quietly.

           She shrugged.

           “It’ll take time. You know how I am with mine – the dreams.”

           Rook nodded in understanding. She knew his troubles with PTSD very well.

           Suddenly the quiet room was filled with sounds from the hallway. Voices that Rook recognized. With a quick knock, the door to the room opened and in walked the rest of the Seeds. John was the first to enter with Faith and Joseph following. Faith hopped over and enveloped Rook in a hug. Rook quickly realized it was going to take a while to get used to people once more. And this family was certainly an interesting choice for her foray back into society.

[casino-lights]

This is it, guys. The chapter that made me bump up the rating. All for good reasons, I assure you. Sexy reasons. :D The penultimate chapter of Snake Eyes is up now on Ao3. Get it while it’s hot! (Spoiler alert: It’s always gonna be hot.)

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Jacob x f!reader || Stormy nights ∆SMUT∆

Title: Stormy nights

Ship: Jacob Seed x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, pwp, Scar mentions, doggie style, oral: female receiving  

Characters: Jacob, Reader, mention of Joseph

Word count: 5436

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Some people hunt danger from high rises, others from the bottom of a lake or perhaps you're more of the speed kind where the end was there before you could see it. For Rook, the danger she sought was buried inside a man, in a sin she felt ashamed to admit.

She thought about him constantly, of his words and his features. She knew how contradictory this was, the way she felt when he was near her while he was the enemy. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature that pulled her to him.

He was dangerous, even just his presence could tell you that but there was a little more to it. She craved his compliments, his touch, his.. attention. She knew it was wrong to feel the way she did, the stories of him that littered the streets should be enough to fill the hate in her fragile body but, it didn't.

She was strung so high all the time, lately with the hunters, with the guilt and again, he played part in the frustration and she would let go of that frustration with the thought of him.

She theorized her thoughts were delusional, that he wouldn't be as gentle as her mind played for her. That he cared only for his own and any feelings awoken within herself would just be a by product. She craved care and control and she didn't mind if her mind lied about the reality of the situation. It would never see the light of day anyway.

Rook sighed as she laid on the foreign mattress, again finding herself in a cabin in the mountains, safely tucked away from the elements. Hopefully the owners wouldn't mind or notice that she stayed a night.

With the photo on the wall of the seeds rook assumed it was the cabin of a Peggie though nothing else in the small cabin would suggest it except for Joseph's word that was placed on the table. It was mostly bare, seemingly forgotten by the world.

Rook bit her lip as her eyes trailed down her body only covered by her underwear and shirt, just how messed up the situation was, was not lost on her. A quick deed that got her off as that photo of him stared at her in some random peggie's cabin, pathetic to say the least. If only he could see her now, not even any resistance to the most obscene thoughts that filled her mind, too weak to even try to. Her own pleasure audibly evident.

She was too lost to hear the door open, the footsteps, a name falling from her lips that shouldn't have been there. By the time she noticed, it was too late. Her most deepest desires were laid out and she couldn't deny, neither could she halt the heat that spread through her veins at that very moment.

Nothing could've prepared him for the situation he now found himself in. When he had made the journey to the cabin, Jacob definitely didn't think he'd run into the deputy and definitely not in such a compromising position.

For a moment he was shocked and his thoughts formed slower than he was used to when his eyes fell on her. She was still half covered from his view but unmistakable was the moan of his name falling from her lips, it was pressing against his chest and then it was gone, drifted on the wind.

The way she looked up at him in terror.   She scrambled away and grabbed the handgun that rested on the bedside table. He should've expected as much but his throat felt dry.

Jacob would be lying if he said he hadn't thought of her in such a way, a way in which she called out his name not in agony, he thought about how she'd feel in his arms and how she'd react in a way that wasn't hostile. He even imagined what it would feel like buried inside her.

Anyone could tell she was beautiful but he'd like to think he had a unique perspective on her, he knew how strong she was but these thoughts were never meant to see the light of day. He was never to even get a glimpse of such a future.

"Quite and interesting situation you find yourself in." Jacob broke the silence with a quick shake of his head.

He seemed unbothered by the gun she was aiming straight at his chest and it irked her but still she didn't move.

"Hadn't quite heard my name said with such.. urgency, in some time." He stated, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as she stood like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. "But then again, this doesn't seem like your first time."

She clenched her jaw. She hated that he was right, hated how his voice was pleading to her ears, hated how she wanted him to manhandle her even if he was just taking her back to the centre. In a perfect fantasy he would take her right there, claim her like he'd done in her thoughts but this wasn't a fantasy, was it? This was Jacob. Of all the things he was, that wasn't something he'd do.

She closed her eyes momentarily before she broke her own silence. "I'm not going back" she gritted her teeth snarling like a wild animal, eyes wild as it locked with his.

"Neither am I, not until tomorrow at least but you aren't leaving here either. Door's locked and we do have unfinished business waiting at the centre. I am not one to let a prize go so easily."

He placed his own firearm on the table, momentarily looking away from her. If she was going to shoot him she has had ample opportunity to do so even beyond tonight. He'd have to push her beyond the edge for her to cross that line.

She clenched her jaw, not letting the pistol drop. If she'd run now she'd be away from him but surely die of the worsening weather outside. She hated how he was so nonchalant about this, that he always seemed so sure of himself. She should shoot him, it would be so easy. Most likely no one would hear the shot and even if they did it would be too late at this close range. One big boulder of an obstacle would be removed. One fourth of her goal.

He sat down, unbothered by the girl still debating within herself. He removed his army jacket and placed it on the table, slightly damp from the soft rain outside. "I am curious though," he hummed. "How did you find yourself here."

She remained silent, arm starting to ache from keeping the pistol trained on his chest but she would not give into him. Would not give him ways to exploit.

He sighed, eyes going back to her. "This is gonna be a long night if you're just gonna stay like that. Look outside, at the least you have a few hours before I would even attempt of dragging you back."

With his eyes back on her, she felt open and unprotected, uncovered. Unlike her thoughts, his gaze now made her feel small.

His eyes lingered for a moment. She had a way of pulling him in and losing himself in moments. He pulled himself back, eyes looking down at his hands. She was just an illusion, he had to stay strong. For Joseph, for the project.

She had dragged the covers over her bare legs. For all that he lacked, there were moments it seemed the man did possess some decency. It was for the worst, it made her question herself. If he wasn't an all out villain, if there was a person hiding underneath then there had to be hope and hope as she has come to know is a very potent and dangerous thing.

She placed the gun in front of her, not aimed but not far, as she watched him taking his own apart. At least she had the safety of him not using it on her in the next few minutes though she knew he wouldn't need it if he really wanted her to submit to him.

She watched him, how his muscle peaked out of that grey shirt, how it moved as his hands worked. Her heart sped up slightly. She was moving into dark waters but there would be no other opportunity to study him like this, see what's really going on under the hood.

"It was raining, the door was open." She shrugged, answering the question he had asked almost a minute prior. She looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes again.

Jacob hummed. "So I'm just lucky you happen to have stumbled into this one."

"I guess so." She stated, feeling a bit lucky herself that he had not mentioned in what position he had found her yet. The conversation was almost civil, he didn't even seem to give her that much attention, he was almost seem unbothered by her presence. It was a odd mix of trepidation and ease, it made her cautious but not curl into herself.

She stood. A simple act and she watched him but he only gave her a slight arch of a brow from where he sat. She pulled the blanket, covering her most intimate parts, closer to herself, covering more of her while also delivering some heat in the cocoon she made. She left the gun on the bed and slowly made her way to the door to which Jacob still seemed unbothered. Her heart beat as her hand rested on the handle, looking out through the tiny window on the door. A storm as he had stated but for a moment she wondered which storm is better to weather as she turned the door handle. Locked. As he had stated.

"You think I'd lie to you?" His voice beckoned and she turned to face him. He was looking at her and he almost seemed disappointed.

"Can't blame a girl for trying." She shrugged halfheartedly as she shuffled back but then he stood, blocking her way.

"Tell me, what are you so afraid of? Is it because you don't want Joseph to be right?"

She looked up at him, heart beating in her chest not only from the question but his proximity to her. It was wrong on all accounts. Her reasoning had been more selfish than he could guess and the thoughts that always swirled with his proximity was something she had grown to suppress, but it had always been easier when there were bars separating them.

"It's not the hell you make it out to be." He continued. For the life of him he couldn't understand why it was so hard to get through to her or why he even tried but she'll understand, once she's through the trials, she'll understand.

"I don't want to lose myself." The words came softly and she took a small step back.

Admittedly, the next step was selfish, underhanded even. He knew how she'd react, he knew on some level she felt something more than hate towards him. He had seen it clear as day when he walked into this cabin but just how much would she allow. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and rested his palm against her cheek.

"My soldiers are not mindless, (Y/n).” He stated as he took a step closer, hand falling slightly towards her neck. "They're just obedient." His attention wasn't entirely on her but rather where his thumb now pressed against the base of her throat.

Her mind reeled. A touch, a name and her insides were on fire. Her mind felt foggy as she tried to get her footing back in reality. Too close to home, too much like her fantasies but she had to ground herself, remind herself who he was. He almost seemed sweet sometimes and she should know better. She knew what he was capable of and still, she found herself in his web wanting nothing more than to have him take advantage of her.

The touch on her throat was insistent, no doubt he felt it every time she swallowed. It was tethering at the edge of danger and she felt herself drawn to it like she had been drawn to him and she wished he'd pressed, if only slightly.

He was close, close enough she could feel the heat with every exhale. Intoxicated. She barely even gave mind to what he had said moments before. His eyes were on her again, eyes locked as he watched her. Lips pink and full, it would only take the slightest push to taste so that's what she did. Perhaps not the smartest decision but a decision nonetheless.

She pressed their lips together. He had all the power to easily push her back, even kill her with a squeeze to her throat. Could most likely crush the bone if he wished but none of these things happened as his hand moved to the back of her neck and held her to him.

It was so very wrong, she knew, but the feelings that it awoke within her made her disregard all reason without a second thought.

He pressed her against the wall, caging her in as he deepened the kiss. Her hands fisted against the blanket as it pressed against his chest. How she wished she had prompted to at least put her pants back on so she wouldn't feel so exposed and she could wrap her arms around the man. Furthermore, it would've been a sight to watch him remove it from her if they ever do get that far.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. He could press further, she'd allow it given the obvious fantasies she has of him but could he take that from her. She'd grow to hate him which would've been fine if it was anyone else.

He took a step away. He already allowed it to get too far, taken too much.

She could feel it all falling apart as his hands left her. It left a frown on her features, wondering if she'd done something wrong. "That's it?" She asked before she could stop herself, judging by her features anyone could tell she was confused and perhaps a little upset.

"You really don't want to allow me any further." He stated, jaw clenched. He meant it. It would only lead to worse.

"So you really just here to torment me." She said, pulling the blanket tighter around her.  

Somehow she felt even more exposed being covered than she would had she been standing bare before him. He had taken the information and exploited it. "What are afraid of, Jacob?" She mirrored the question he had asked minutes before not really expecting an answer.

Jacob sighed. Should've known she wouldn't be one to let go of something even if it would hurt her, always so headstrong to a fault. "You don't know what it is you're asking."

"I don't?" She pushed and in a bold but ill advised move, she dropped the blanket to cross her arms. He was so infuriating sometimes, always thinking he knew better, he's the only one with any authority. Her blood boiled. Every single time she thought she saw some kindness, some resemblance of humanity and he takes it from her.

His eyes watched as it fell. Opportunity weren't as abundant as one can imagine so he made a note to remember this moment later when he was alone. Her outburst however, entertained him slightly. He wouldn't imagine she'd be one to complain for stopping the action given where they stood on the chessboard but here they were, her eyes impaling him while the rest of her looked so inviting.

"That's a little unfair, don't you think?" He said, taking the step back towards her. "At present, you are a bit distracting." He forced his eyes to stay locked to hers. A dare for her to do something perhaps.

She looked up at him, her cheeks felt flushed. This all felt like a severe wrong turn on her part but she wasn't one to back down. She could feel her heartbeat faster but refused to move. "I didn't want to have a conversation."

"What is it you want then." His arms rested on both sides of her head, making her feel caged but not in a way he normally does. Excitement brewed just under her skin in a hope she knew was trivial.

"Jacob, if it's not obvious what I want by now then we really need to reevaluate some things... But if it's not what you want-" she paused, she hadn't quite thought of the alternative after he had pressed into her. She looked down and frowned. How did she not stop for one moment to even consider the possibility. She was nothing more than meat to him.

He watched her face fall. In the current situation he didn't like it, didn't like it one bit. She felt rejected as she pressed herself into the wood of the cabin. For the first time, he saw her look defeated.

He pushed himself from the cabin wall and took her face in his hands, pressing their lips together but unlike previously, he wasn't one to rush it. He just needed to tell her she was wrong, that she was all he wanted, all he thought about since that first night.

"I thought I had been clear on what I want." He said softly as he pulled away. "But I will not be the one to take it from you."

Her stomach fluttered, feelings she buried surfacing all at once. The man she known and the man she wished he was, constantly clashing against each other and she couldn't tell which was true but still, he left the ball in her court. Whatever happened after was on her, her choice.

"Jacob.." she said softly, hands fisting into his shirt. Her heart pounded as she mulled over the next words briefly. "I want you to take it." She bit into her lip, most likely not the best of decisions but he made her feel intoxicated and conflicted.

"I am nothing like you imagine." He pressed still, hands debating whether to relent and touch her.

"I know." She confessed. There was truly no coming back after crossing this line. Everything would be complicated, everything would be messy. She might hate him so much more after but desire is a strange thing. It hopes and it craves and it was no slave to reason.

His hand slipped between their bodies, an experimental touch as it moved over her clothed core, across the slit. She let out a shaky breath. It had been a while since anyone had touched her, much less someone she had feelings for. She had allowed only herself since the day of the arrest.

He then pressed forth, snaking his hand into her underwear, he rubbed at her clit and he felt her muscles tense as the hold she had on him tightened, he smirked. She was reactive and if the moment he walked into the cabin was any indication, she would be vocal.

His finger delved further, pressing slightly at her entrance. "Still want me to take it?" He said beside her ear and then placed an almost chaste kiss to her neck.

"Yes." She shivered, all the thoughts she had couldn't compare to the feeling she had this very moment. Perhaps the wrongness is what made it so exciting or maybe that she had no idea what to expect. He had so far been less harsh than she'd imagined, patient even. Experimental, pressing.

He pushed into her, feeling her body give way quite easily to the single digit. He pumped leisurely, watching her closely. Head leaned back against the wall, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed. It was almost tranquil, all hostility removed from her body as she held onto him. Him, who her alliances villainized. If only they could see her now.

Knowing she would soon tire of the soft sensation, he stopped the movement and removed his finger from her completely. She whined as he had suspected but dropped to his knees. Wordless, he looked up at her as he dragged her underwear down her legs. He smirked as he placed one leg over his shoulder and held her hips to the wall firmly before diving in. A taste.

Tongue licking one long stripe through her fold, he hummed. She was perfect. If he wanted, he could get right to business, have her screaming under him without much damage to herself but this, this was a selfish act. He wanted her, wanted to feel her reach ecstasy without the distraction of his own pleasure. He wanted to remember her when she comes on his lips. He wants to feel it, taste it. Wanted to remember the details.

She felt a bit unstable with only balancing one leg while the other was snaked over Jacob but he seemed to have a death grip on her that melded her with the wall, pinned in place as he attacked her core. Tongue dipping into her and flicking her clit, the motions were erratic and shot pleasure but she needed more. Hand weaved into his hair she moaned and then a hand left her hip, placed at her entrance and started pumping like he had before and then he added another and another until three fingers pumped into her, tongue swirling and flicking her clit. She reacted to the sensation audibly, not even giving a warning before she came. She cried into the air as the feeling overtook her, stronger than her own methods would. She felt unstable, legs feeling airy and breath stolen.

When reality came back Jacob had hauled her up, bare core pressed against his jeans as he carried her towards the bed, one hand pressed against her back to keep her steady.

He placed her softly on the bed. He then haphazardly dropped the gun she had left on the bed on the bedside table on top of the word of Joseph. He'd be so disappointed if he saw him now.

His own excitement pressed insistently against his jeans, bordering on painful. Her hands pressed against his chest as he hovered over her, hands pulling at his shirt, seeming to have lost the strength he knew she possessed. He relented, removing his shirt.

Her eyes widened slightly at the image to which he regretted the action almost immediately, reality seemed to instantly come back to her foggy eyes as she looked at the scarring that didn't stop where eyes did not see. So many horrors and tales behind each one and none he had meant for her to know. In a moment he had forgotten, in a small act he had overlooked.

She looked at him with a mixture of fear and sorrow and he hated it. That which he could see of her own body was not a blank canvas but how could anyone be prepared for a body as marred and signed as his own. It reminded him of what he was, how scarred not only his body was that even someone as close to the horrors as she was, could not look past them.

She rose to her knees, fingertips softly running over his most prominent scar like she was afraid and he caught her wrist which brought her eyes to his once more.

"I'm sorry-" she said quickly, there was a sorrow in her eyes he hadn't seen before like she was hurting as well. "Does it hurt?" Her voice was small.

"It doesn't hurt." He responded, void of emotion as his jaw clenched. Again, he should never have let it gotten this far.

She nodded, barely visible as the emotions turned in her stomach. She reacted, arms locking behind his neck as she kissed him. All emotion she could not voice put into the simple act.

Jacob was taken aback for a second, certain it was the moment she'll reel and run but instead she pressed closer, pressed deeper. His hands rested against the small of her back as he took what she'd give him and then she pulled away, biting into her lip as she pulled her own shirt from her body and let it drop to the floor.

Just as he'd imagined, her own scaring did not stop at her arms or thighs, though they weren't as severe as his own, they were there like badges. And then she removed the only other piece of clothing that hid her from him.

He watched as her breasts spilled from the cups, bare before him. She seemed anxious as his eyes roamed her body. Even with all that she was, all the scaring and defiance, she still seemed too perfect for him to hold and yet there she was at the palm of his hand, under his control.

His hands smoothed over her skin and cupped her breast, nipples pert from the slight cold. His thumb flicked and he noticed the goosebumps form on her skin. He smirked as he moved them, laying her back on the bed as his mouth took the right nipple into his mouth. Teeth grazing over the nipple while his hand flicked the other.

Soft moans fell from her lips as she allowed the moment, hand playing with his hair.

"Jacob.. please.." she murmured and when he looked up at her he noticed her eyes were closed. He knew what she needed, they both did.

"Tell me." Jacob said, hand still rubbing and pinching. "You had been very insistently calling my name when I came in. What is it you were thinking of."

Her eyes shot open, another blush covering her cheeks as the images flashed across her vision. She almost choked at the thought of that confession. She could definitely not give the full confession.

"Come on, (Y/n). Let's share with the class." He said, his motions stopping as he watched her panic. "I'd hate to be a let down."

Her face felt like it was on fire while simultaneously heating up her core. Her deepest darkest thoughts of the enemy that had made her come undone once already and that made her body sing with every touch. She knew she couldn't trust him but still she wanted it, wanted him, wanted him to control her. She hated that he used her name, hate how it made her feel and yet she had allowed it.

"You were behind me." Her hand clasped over her mouth before she let any other details slip like the times she thought of his hand on her throat or him holding her hands behind her back as he fucked into her.

"Hands and knees?" He inquired with a raise of a brow to which she nodded. A smirk spread on his lips as he tapped her thigh. "Then get."

He moved to allow her space to get into position which she reluctantly did. Knees beside his, ass pointed straight at him. A new perspective that halted him from some views did allow him others.

His hands smoothed over the flesh of her ass, squeezing it for a second. She watched him over her shoulder as best she could. Her back was arched slightly.

"Would've liked to have the full view when you come around my cock but this will do just as nicely." His voice came accompanied with a slap to her backside as she felt a bit open to his actions and words.

She jumped slightly from the action and heard the sound of a zipper and a sigh of relief before something blunt was pressed against her entrance. He didn't push in immediately, rather moving through her folds a few times, soaking himself in her previous flow of ecstasy and then he pressed against her entrance fully.

"Ready?" He asked, voice a bit strained. In her thoughts he took what he wanted without question but this was a welcoming change and she nodded. "I'm gonna need your words, sweetheart." He pressed again.

"Jacob, please.." she said, pressing back against him that let his jaw tighten. He pressed into her slowly, feeling her muscles give way slowly to his girth. Her hands fisted into the mattress below and his hand snaked to her front, rubbing at her clit to get her to relax easier. She moaned softly at the contact while her eyes stayed clenched shut. She wanted nothing more than to move on him but she knew it would sting so she waited, impaled on his cock as her body adjusted to his size.

When the pain subsided, she started to move slightly against him, letting him know she was okay. His hands curled around her hips and gave a sharp thrust, eliciting a cry from her. She felt perfect around him, so warm and wet, squeezing his cock as he moved within her. He groaned.

Of all the things she felt tonight, this moment should've been the thing that felt wrong. The enemy buried in her but instead, he made her cry out for him. He made her crave more. Her body shouldn't have moved with him but it did. Every part of her wanted him closer, deeper.

"So this is what you think about when you're alone." Jacob groaned at the thought of her touching herself because of him, a thought he hadn't quite given the attention it needed. "Think of me making you moan like this?"

She moaned but gave no response, she doubted she could even give a coherent one. She fell to her elbows when her own weight had gotten too much for her wrist and looked back at Jacob. For the first time she saw his hair disheveled. She'd remember this moment, how his attention was solely on her but it wasn't quite like the other times, it was overrun with pleasure. The chain around his neck jiggled with every moment. He might be had the rabbits foot but she was the one that felt lucky every time he gave an especially sharp thrust.

She could feel the coil tighten in her stomach, it's been growing and starting to pulse insistently.

"Jacob-" she cried out, nails digging into her palm and clenched her eyes shut. "I'm close."

Jacob clenched his jaw, the thought of her coming while he was still buried in her almost too much to handle. His hands dug into her hip, almost bruisingly. Just a little more. He grunted as he gave another sharp and powerful thrust.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted. "Let me feel it."

A few more thrusts and she jumped off the ledge, crying his name into the mattress below as her walls clenched around him.

His movements slowed but didn't stop.  "Good girl." He commented as he waited a few moments before chasing his own release, hips moving erratic in and out of her until he stilled deep within her.

She could feel warmth spread inside her as he held her firmly to him, groaning as he filled her.

She whimpered as he pulled out of her, body unceremoniously dropping towards the bed. She felt spent and boneless. He then dropped down beside her and suddenly she was filled with a lucidity she hadn't quite possessed for a while as she looked at him, wondering what his next move would be.

His eyes finally found hers, lingering as he tried to decipher the question within them but as usual, she was a mystery to him. There's so many things he wanted and needed from her, some went against her ideals and others went against his. She was at the core of it all and he couldn't help the way his eyes softened as they landed on her.

In a split, mostly ill-advised, second he had his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She gasped but allowed it, head against his chest as she was pressed into his side. She could feel his heartbeat.

Again, she felt just how wrong wanting this was. Knew what would happen in the morning, knew all that was waiting for her. If anything, she had only a few short hours. Him being buried inside her didn't change any of his work  or goals, his purpose as he'd like to call it.

Only a fool would've fallen asleep in that situation but then again, she never claimed to always make the smart decision.