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i-am-the-balancing-point · 2 years ago

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beb, your fic about jacob sucking in bed when??? am looking forward like a little gremlin

omg I am literally ferociously in love with you! I will definitely get back on that. for now, have some wip of my deputy experiencing mediocre seed dick for the very first time that I’ve been shrimping over most recently ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

She had curled up in “her” cage on a frayed piece of blue tarp, head down, arms wrapped under her knees around her legs, pulled in close to the body. Her spine ached. Visuals of the most recent trial still flashed through her mind.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Excellent.

More.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Faster.

Train. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.

Kill.

Perfect.

The sound of heavy boots seemed to be approaching. Was this early for a guard change? Gigi didn’t care.

Kill.

The dull thuds passed her cage, followed by the soft rhythmic taps of several pairs of paws. A metal gate creaked.

Train. Hunt. Kill.

Well done.

Train. Hunt.

Yelp.

The deputy was yanked up to her feet by the nape of the neck. Arms thrashing about erratically.

“Fucking–” Now a dog yelped right next to her. “Leave me!” She gasped for air, desperately trying, but failing, to land any punches.

“Hush, Deputy.” It was a familiar voice who gave that command. “And you, leave it!”, Jacob snarled at a Judge nervously treading on the spot right next to them, clearly upset at Gigi trying to defend herself against its owner.

“Fuck you!”

“Uh uh uh”, Jacob rebuked, letting go of her scruff to instead catch her wrist, painfully bending her arms behind her back. Her legs almost gave out under her own weight. She stared at his face, eyes burning with anger, which he conveniently ignored to instead produce a large pair of zip ties that he used to bind her hands together.

For a second her world went dark again. Not another round of drugs. Please, no. She was yanked to her feet once more, this time thankfully by a large hand firmly holding onto her upper arm. Gigi felt her blood leaving her face, her lips getting cold. Her blood pressure had tanked.

“Don’t you give out on me now. The weak have their purpose too but I did not think you were one of them.”

Fuck you. Stop taunting me, this is your fault. She just snorted disparagingly.

Her vision was still a little fuzzy at the edges from the previous dose of Bliss but it had worn off enough for her to be able to see, mostly, clearly. Jacob had not only brought one but two Judges into the cage with him and in addition to that Staci, who was standing outside the grimy metal bars, head lowered but surreptitiously sneaking fearful glances in their direction periodically.

Jacob half led, half dragged her out of the prisoner complex, his pets, the dogs and Staci, obediently following into the Veterans Center building and up several flights of stairs. It took her everything to not stumble and fall. The least she could need right now was to break her fucking neck and knock a few teeth out on the way right in the enemy’s nest. She feverishly tried to memorize any bits and pieces of the place’s layout but nothing would stick in her mangled mind.

Leaving the stairs on the top floor they steadily approach a white double door with a guard posted in front of it. He seemed amused at the sight of the notorious Junior Deputy in such an unfavorable position but thankfully did not comment on her situation, nodding instead at Jacob and greeting him. He returned the nod and opened the door, commanding Staci to wait outside.

She hated how he called him Peaches but what she hated even more was how Staci would not even react to the belittlement. Sure, she had only gotten to know the other Junior Deputies rather briefly before they had been torn apart but Staci Pratt had been cocky and prideful from the first time they had exchanged words. He liked to show off, was a bit of a poser – of course, pretty-boy-Pratt had to be – but he seemed to have been capable of his job just fine. At least as much as she could tell before shit had hit the fan.

She would have lingered more on wondering what Jacob had done to him to change his demeanor so drastically, had she not have been way more concerned with what he would be about to do to her, now that they were alone and it made her stomach turn. They now stood in what she assumed was Jacob’s office. It was a rather large room with four desks pushed together to assemble a mega-desk, lots of screens, radio equipment, and heaps of paper scattered all over, topped off with a garnish of a few lose bullets, overflowing ashtrays and some plates with the last remainders of long-gone meals stuck to them. The unmistakable smell of stale, cold smoke hung over the scene. Both Judges immediately assumed their positions, guarding the door through which they had just entered and another one of the similar dimensions, which seemed to lead outside onto a deck or balcony opposing them…

Jacob pushed her into the center of the room right in front of the huge desk and spun her around to face him. It suddenly struck her that they had never been together without any restraints between them and while he had always been the one to dominate these situations anyway, the set-up right now frightened her more than anything else had so far. The Deputy and the soldier eye to eye.

With a slight chuckle, he commanded “Down. On your knees”.

“Sure.” Gigi tried to give him the very best of her sass. However, in this very moment, it was not a lot.

Maintaining eye contact Jacob reached down and grabbed the back of her knee, sweeping her off her feet. His movements were quick and precise, methodical almost, like a mountain lion finally charging its prey after stanking it for miles. She hit the tiled floor, failing to dampen the fall with her tied hands. Her body and her pride – they hurt.

“I said on. Your. Knees.” he growled, making sure to pronounce every syllable, anchoring a hand in the dull tangled mess that was her hair, pulling her upright once more to have her rest her on her knees just as he had asked. The burning sensation on her scalp made tears shoot to her eyes.

For fucks sake, what was it gonna be..? At this point, she was really not keen on having to fight back, uncertain whether her mangled body would even allow for it.

“Jacob”, she croaked but her voice broke off. In an expression of almost pleasant surprise, he raised a copper eyebrow. He did not let go of her hair but he did reach behind him, pulling a flask from his belt.

No more Bliss shit. Please!

Like last time, he unscrewed the cap and touched the opening to her lips. It did not smell of Bliss. In fact, it did not smell of anything at all. He tipped it and her head back at the same time and she hastily gulped it down as if she had wandered the desert without water for seven days. This time she did not accidentally cough it up again and she finished the entire drink in merely a few swings. Maintaining some weariness she quietly thanked him as he screwed the cap back on and set the flask aside.

“See, Deputy, obedience usually pays off.”

She directed her gaze down, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Gigi was way too tired and weak for whatever mind games he wanted to play this time around. Her back still hurt, her arm ached where he had grabbed her and the zip ties painfully cut into her wrists. Mindlessly giving in and just letting him take control was so tempting in that moment. It could be easy. But she had to be strong.

“You belong to me. You’re mine, Deputy. You and I, both know that.”

Fuck, if anyone of the resistance could have seen her now… They’d sure be disgusted by her. She should have fought back, bite his thigh, headbutt him in the groin. Anything! But she did not have it in her. Apart from that, she was much smaller and lighter anyway. She barely reached up to his shoulder.

“Because I’m weak? Is it that? Am I yours because I’m weak?”

Another rumbling chuckle.

“No, pup, because you are strong. When I saw you for the first time I thought, you were weak like Peaches, who hid behind you like some toddler. Just another coward, drawn to law enforcement by the promise of power. Now, look at you acing the trials! Your ferocity was a pleasant surprise. I could get used to keeping you around.”

Please don't make me your second Peaches. I just want to go.

Jacob closed the digits of his left hand around her chin, the tips of his right index and middle finger barely brushing over her lips.

“Open wide, Deputy.”

Gigi complied. It was easier and less painful than whatever he had planned for her in case she disobeyed.

“Good girl.”

He shoved both fingers in her mouth. They spread the metallic taste of dried blood mixed with grime on her tongue as he dragged them over it.

“Suck.”

Fuck.

”Good.”

This was hot.

No, no, no. This can’t be hot!

She closed her eyes in shame while Jacob slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her mouth. Meanwhile, an army of conflicting emotions was fighting a raging war inside of her.

You and your piece-of-shit oral fixation, Gigi.

Her knees hurt.

I just want to go.

The comfort of having something warm in her mouth to take her mind off things and not being actively hurt in this situation was a welcome change to anything else the soldier had done to her in the past weeks. Yet, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of displaying any positive reactions to his actions.

It’s good though.

Isn’t it?

With a soft pop, Jacob removed his digits from her mouth, a glistening string of saliva briefly keeping them connected. She forced herself to look up at him again but he was already busy fumbling with his belt instead of returning her gaze.

You gotta run now or you’re gonna have Jacob Seed shove something other than his dirty hillbilly fingers in your cakehole.

He did not waste any time undoing his pants, revealing he was already hard.

Do you really want this?

Kind of?

He pumped his hand up and down his shaft a couple of times before pushing his cock past her lips. He was big but she could take him.

“Perfect. Keep going.”

Good. Perfect. Excellent. More.

Taking on a steady rhythm he began thrusting, cradling the back of her head for support. Thoughts were trickling from her mind as if someone had opened a drain to her brain. A sensation she had recently only ever felt on Bliss. – Had she just moaned?

Yes. Whatever.

“Pup, you’re showing qualities I had only ever suspected.”

The praise reverberated through her but she was way too satisfied with her current occupation to pay much thought to any implications behind the words or their meaning.

Jacob almost broke her trance by pulling back and drawing his knife. She did not register it as a threat, despite him raising it to her face, even though she should have known much better. Instead, Gigi stuck out her tongue and let him drag the flat side over it. Even the taste of more dried blood did not manage to fully snap her out of it. It just felt too good to give up control right now, to not have to think.

She was pulled up, him reaching the knife behind her and cutting the ties she had been bound with.

Run. Run. Fight.

But she did not want to, fixated entirely on the tall man in front of her.

You’re a Junior Deputy to the Sheriff.

I just want to be Gigi right now.

Spun around again, Jacob walked her over to the metal-frame bed on their left. The mattress was bare and stained and did not offer more than a dusty woolen blanket and a crumpled up pillow. Still, she did not care. He bent her over and she let her knees drop onto the covers. While he went for the button on her pants and undid it. She could feel his erection rubbing on her ass and the thought of it sent a soft shiver down her spine. Without even intending to, she let out a content sigh and he responded with another “Good girl” as he pulled her pants and panties down to her knees, pinning both her wrists down behind her back with one of his strong hands, using his other to line himself up with her.

“Hm, you’re so wet, pup. So eager to please!”

He wasted no more time entering her, thrusting with the same steady rhythm from before. This gave her no time to adjust. It was somewhat painful and yet she enjoyed his warmth, the stretch and feeling filled by his cock.

In any other scenario, she’d have worried about fetching a condom, having showered before, having groomed, maybe putting on some music or pulling the curtains closed, creating some ambient lighting, the dogs still being in the room, somebody potentially hearing them, especially Staci… The only thing she was concerned with at the moment was getting fucked and fucking like an animal, just fulfilling some primal need for physical connection.

The continuous sound of skin hitting skin at an increasing pace, mixed with moans both from Jacob and Gigi, his drowning hers out by a few more decibels, filled the air. He definitely smelled musky, of sweat, dogs, the outside, gunpowder, and abundance of other things, too many to each identify, but in the heat of the moment, she found it enticing.

With an exceptionally rumbly groan Jacob moved one hand from her waist to grab the front of her shirt, tearing it down together with her bra. He palmed at her now exposed breast and his hips began to stutter. As he came inside of her, he pulled her torso to be flush with his, ghosting his other hand over her throat and keeping her in a headlock but not applying any pressure. Being held by such strong arms, his body covering hers – was the ultimate comfort in that moment for Gigi.

He used an arm to lean on the wall in front of them and let them both down on the bed to lay on their sides, still entangled. Breathing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her, absentmindedly playing with one of her nipples.

They remained in this position for a while and as she felt some cum gently trickling out of her she slowly seemed to come to her senses again.

This wasn't good.

She did not just have sex with the enemy.

…or did she?

Oh god.

A more objective look at the situation started to spread out in her mind. She was lying half-naked under Jacob Seed, someone who had tried to kill her and succeeded in that with many others in the past, the man who had tortured her, her coworkers, her friends, the brother of the person she had been supposed to arrest. She was his prisoner, for fuck’s sake! She had not only been stupid enough to submit to him but allowed him to rawdog her on top of that. She had known better, yet she did not act on that knowledge.

Fuck.

Apparently having caught his breath again, Jacob pulled out and moved off of her, standing up to tuck himself back in and zipping up his jeans. i

#cw: dubcon #she come to her senses and is like he really is in his 40s huh #didn’t even spend one second on thinking about getting her of #rip #my writing #answered asks #anon #far cry 5 #my dep #Jacob Seed

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