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agender-wolfie · 1 year
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Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .
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shalotttower · 2 months
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A Heart Deceived
Title: A Heart Deceived
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Characters: Jacob Seed x Reader (female)
Summary: AU where soulmates share the same marking and Jacob doesn't have to brand you any further.
Word count: 2900+
Notes: soulmates, yandere!Jacob Seed, Reader is not the Deputy, captivity, violence, emotional manipulation, dub-con kissing, scars and injuries description: Reader has a mutilated ear and facial scars from a wolf attack and is not happy about it, a mild form of Stockholm Syndrome.
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His fingers are surprisingly gentle. You don't expect it from him, the gentleness, Jacob is not kind or caring. Jacob is not warm, not nurturing, not indulgent. Yet his thumb skims across your jaw with quiet focus. Down the side of your neck, up your chin to follow the slanted line there, then it repeats the whole procedure on a different scar. They had long healed by now and turned into uneven ridges of mismatched tissue.
It hurt when the damned wolf bit you, the next day, and for many following days; the effective and precise killing machine aimed for the throat, and if you didn't twist the last moment, would have succeeded.
Jacob never punished the wolf, it was serving its purpose, while you, you were supposed to think before acting and understand the possible consequences.
The pain could be endured and later forgotten, what could not was the humiliation of lying on the dirty ground and the shiny view of Jacob's boots growing larger until they stopped in the line of your vision. A moment of painful awareness: the escape attempt which failed so abruptly and so brutally had become laughable. Jacob grabbed your hair and shook you like a disobedient puppy. "That's on you, sweetheart. Be wary of the quiet ones, they say."
Those last words sounded as if he were talking to himself, rather than anyone else.
"I warned you."
He did.
Jacob is right, not in everything, but in many things. One can try and deny it, another can scoff, but the bottom line is the same: Jacob is right in many things, and at times it's better to listen. Even despite an involuntary gagging reaction.
Your heart hammered and every single beat of it brought to the surface what you already knew — there would be no other attempts. The paleness from fear or perhaps blood loss must've shown on your face, because he let go of you and crouched down. "Pathetic."
It lacked genuine heat, disappointment, or any emotion. Being disappointed would mean that Jacob expected something in the first place. He pulled off his jacket and pressed it to your face, stemming the bleeding. The ground seemed more interesting than ever, dry soil dotted with rocks and grass blades scattered everywhere, trampled by people's feet.
You don't want to look at him or acknowledge the touch to a small sword on your wrist, identical to the one above his left elbow. The mark is a clean reminder and a binding claim for life. You don't want to see it or remember how Jacob's face twisted when he realized just who you were.
Like someone had slapped him.
A lot has happened; Montana turned different from what you saw on TV and the world suddenly shifted under your feet, rearranged from a little road trip across the states into his territory, his commands, his people. A part of you — a foolish, soft part — wished you could've met under different circumstances, in a different place and you told him once about it in a moment of weakness. Jacob stilled at first, but then kept cleaning his gun. "We're here, sweetheart. Nothing we can do 'bout it."
Could've beens and never happeneds weren't worth wasting thoughts on.
Now Jacob is tracing your scars. He's not handsome, not really, there's too much roughness to the lines of his face, dark circles and untrimmed beard, but... you frown. You don't know how to describe Jacob Seed or why you even bother trying. It's odd to think about him this way. Weird.
Jacob catches your eyes. "What?"
You close them. "Nothing."
He makes a noncommittal sound, then leans in. The kiss to your forehead is unexpected and brief. A lot of them are — quick kisses on your temple when Jacob thinks you're asleep, on your nape when he leaves the bed before dawn. They make you wonder just what he wants from you.
He never expects affection back.
Doesn't try anything further, and you both are suspended in this limbo, neither being the first to break it, nor acknowledge its growing significance with every passing day. One part of you craves it, to yield in a different way, not because it is required, but because you want, yet Jacob doesn't ask, so perhaps it's for the better.
Another gets nauseous. He breaks people. Like dry twigs, discarding the pieces when they have no more use. You've seen his Chosen training until they begged, cried and crawled, their pride crushed along with the body.
There are days you can't bear looking at him.
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Sometimes, sometimes, you wish him dead and gone from the world, then the mark on your wrist aches like a fresh wound.
"When will you take off the chain?" You ask and wiggle your foot a bit. It's long enough to reach the bathroom, to wander around the quarters, but not to walk outside. Jacob doesn't look up from his book. The cover is worn out and you suspect he read it many times already, military stuff. Strategy. Survival tactics, you have no idea.
"When I know you've learned your lesson."
So, not today.
You sigh and roll onto your stomach. "It's stupid."
He doesn't respond.
It's annoying more than anything. Reason — you're his soulmate, not some runaway cow ready to get lost in Montana wilderness — didn't help and only gained you a blank stare followed by a lock click. The chain rattles with each movement, loud and distracting; Jacob just keeps reading as if nothing happens.
Sometimes, sometimes, you catch yourself thinking that this isn't so bad after all. He treats you well for a cult leader: fed, clothed, clean, sheltered. Compared to the cages his future Chosen sleep in, you don't get to complain. You have a comfortable bed instead of cold dirty floor, normal meals rather than a chunk of raw meat, privacy and silence without old school music 24/7.
You frown. No, it's not nice. It's Stockholm Syndrome, plain and simple. You should be free, away from this place.
"Are you angry?"
Jacob turns another page. "No."
His room smells of pine wood and gun oil, with an undertone of metal. The furniture is scarce and practical. A wardrobe, a desk with a radio placed on top, one bookshelf. Bare walls except for a giant map pinned opposite the bed; you've memorized all the markings on it during your stay. The areas which got liberated by Deputy are red, his outposts are circled in blue. Jacob doesn't talk about Deputy much, but the way he clenches his jaw over the radio frequency makes you think they must be a real pain in the ass.
Secretly you hope they blow Eden's Gate HQ to pieces soon.
What would it mean for you?
These are questions, vague and inappropriately timed, coming to mind. What if Deputy happens to eventually tear the Project apart? They escaped John, escaped Jacob and you were to personally witness his foul mood for two days straight. You overhear bits and pieces of conversations, the Chosen talk if they think no one listens — Deputy is strong and clever. Persistent and cunning. Maybe that's the reason Jacob's so obsessed with them.
What if...
You glance at him from under your eyelashes and rub the mark. They say there's a connection between soulmates. If one dies, another experiences it on a physical level. Jacob said that was bullshit. His brother didn't confirm or deny when you asked him after a sermon.
Joseph Seed unnerves you. Not just because he believes himself to be God's vessel. There is something in his voice, quiet and soothing like the distant rolls of thunder, it raises goosebumps when he starts preaching and you're forced to sit through it. Something in his eyes behind yellow-tinted glasses sends shivers down your spine, very little to do with his religious fanaticism.
What would you feel if Jacob died?
The thought creates an unpleasant twist in your stomach, unwanted bond or not, it leaves you queasy. You curl on the bed. Jacob has reading glasses, you barely held back a snort the first time you saw them propped up his nose. He shoots a flat look from above the pages but doesn't comment on your inquisitive stare.
By now you know when to speak and to remain silent (mostly). He dislikes unruly ones and finds satisfaction showing them just how insignificant they are, how mistaken in every single sense. Weak. That's why you annoy him mildly when feeling particularly brave or in need of interaction, but never play soldier or power. It triggers something which is best avoided, gets people punished, then shot in front of others. Or sent for trials, you're not sure which is worse.
Jacob marks a page and sets the book aside. "What?"
"What 'what'?" You ask back, fiddling with the hem of a grey camouflage shirt. It's way too big on your frame, Jacob likes the look of it, judging by how much of your wardrobe consists of his stuff now that you don't leave the room.
"I can hear the wheels in your head turning, spit it out."
"What would happen to me if something... happened to you?"
You're afraid of saying 'if you die' because it's final, even though Jacob seems invincible most of the times. A mountain against hurricanes. Yet everyone dies eventually and the Deputy keeps winning against all odds set before them.
"Nothing. Joseph takes care of you."
This is news, and frankly not the answer you hoped for.
('You'd go free' was. He didn't say 'I won't die' either.)
Tension seeps into your shoulders without a conscious thought. "Why? I am nobody to him."
"You are my soulmate," Jacob replies, simple as that, like it explains everything. Perhaps in their cult world it does, but not yours.
"So?"
He pats his thigh.
It's a gesture without much interpretation required, but you stay rooted on the bed. Cautious. You've grown familiar with each other after living together for months — sharing a space tends to do this to people — still tonight is different, full with awkwardness you haven't felt since that time he walked in on you changing.
Jacob's stare is intense. Heavy, cold blue eyes linger on your wrist where the sword surrounded by flames peeks from under the long sleeve. You swallow a lump in your throat and get up on unsteady legs.
"So he will do it out of memory. You're family, pup, whether you wish it or not."
With the same caution you sit on his lap, war memories written in pink-red skin decorate his face. Just like yours, you think, the only difference is the place and origin. There's something intimate about being like this. Jacob holds you in place once you settle down, not comfortable, but not exactly uncomfortable either.
"Never took you for a cuddly type," you say to shield yourself from growing unease. "Why the change?"
Jacob's thumb presses to the corner of your lips. "Got tired of those puppy eyes staring at me the whole evening, sweetheart. You can have a closer look."
"I don't have puppy eyes. And maybe I like looking from afar."
"Yeah?"
His beard has a prickly feeling to it.
You know your face will never be the same after what happened. From his point of view, Jacob can probably see where the scars begin in the hairline, then continue downwards only an inch away from your eye; small miracles and such. Half of your ear is missing, a good solid chunk. It's not a nice look.
"Don't touch them," you mutter.
You don't mean to share your thoughts in such an abrupt manner, but these intimate moments become a source of discomfort, like a sharp, twisting knife. Jacob doesn't flinch at the sight, he probably saw worse things, still it feels humiliating being reminded of your shortcomings and the fact that this is your face — permanently marked.
Jacob doesn't stop.
"Beauty dies fast, darlin'," he says slowly. "This here... this'll stay."
He never sugarcoats anything. Never lies to spare feelings, ruthless and pragmatic with a clear understanding of what matters and what doesn't. Only the weak need empty reassurances; his words. You hate this side of Jacob just as much as admire it on occasion, right now you wish he said something else. Beauty dies fast.
"Thank you Jacob, very comforting. Top ten phrases you should tell someone who got mauled by a Judge." You cross your arms, wondering why the hell are you talking about this. With Jacob. The worst choice possible to bring up sensitive topics, or maybe the only one, since there's not a lot of people around anyway.
"I ain't here to stroke your ego, sweetheart. This," he traces a scar, "is a lesson to remember. Next time when thinking 'bout running — think again and think good."
There will be no next time regardless of how he phrases it. The chain rattles every night when you shift under the blankets and falls down with an annoying bang as soon as you get up. There's nowhere to run too, the Whitetail Mountains belong to Jacob, he rules them like a king would rule his kingdom, with iron fist and strict order, and who knows what the local Resistance will do to you if they catch you first.
If they figure out whose soulmate you are.
You're trapped between the Deputy destroying outposts and Jacob hunting them across the region, like a mouse stuck in a corner while cats keep prowling around.
The sky outside has an orange-pink hue, casting Jacob's face into soft light and deep shadows. He takes off his glasses, setting them on the book's cover, then wipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye. "You gonna cry over looks?"
You sniffle. "Yes. I wish I never met you."
He stiffens. For a second you worry it might have pushed a wrong button. Jacob never hurt you physically, still there's a healthy dose of fear, not necessarily born out of past experiences. At times his presence just radiates off in silent waves so thick you can feel them crashing into yourself before he walks away and doesn't return for days, leaving you alone with the Chosen stationed behind the doors to watch over and report back to their Herald.
Jacob leans closer until your foreheads almost press into each other.
He doesn't initiate touch often. Once in a while he lets you sleep on his arm instead of a pillow or allows you to sit closer than usual during meals, but that's it. There are boundaries set, most of them are unspoken rules which you picked up along the way: you can ask questions and be generally yourself within reason — as long as it doesn't border on disrespect, Jacob will tolerate occasional attitude in very small doses; you can request certain items provided he approves; he prefers silence during breakfast.
Never challenge him publicly and don't talk bad about his siblings.
This confession can't be taken back, nor do you wish to, because it's true. You regret meeting him, and it was much better to wonder and guess, create images of a faceless man somewhere in the depths of your mind and fantasize about possibilities. How does one even go back to normal life after this?
(Not that any chance of doing so exists in the foreseeable future.)
"I figured, darlin'," Jacob says finally. His voice lacks anger, as if he expected those words one day or another, Jacob isn't naive or stupid and is surprisingly aware of himself in a lot of matters, of the fact that very little would want to end up where he dragged you and being imprisoned under the heavy metal chain doesn't add to fond memories either. "Fair enough."
In all months you two lived together, sharing food and space, in all months, he never kissed you.
Now he does.
His lips are chapped, dry and slightly rough.
You find yourself going rigid at first, unsure what to make out of it. It's different from what you imagined, the fantasy version seemed more... violent and harsh, less intimate and private. He breaks the kiss briefly and then resumes it again.
Slow-slow-quick, Jacob steals your breath away bit by bit until your head spins, until your hands feel clammy and then, when you think you can't take it any longer, he pulls back.
"Won't apologize 'bout the scars, pup. You deserved a lesson."
Your throat feels parched.
"But not of this kind. Never wanted it for you."
It doesn't sound apologetic, neither regretful, but it is what it is, probably the closest to it Jacob will ever be capable of. His hand strokes the back of your neck in slow and repetitive circles, and in an odd way, it does seem soothing.
He takes you to bed minutes later, maneuvers you closer under the sheets and turns off the light. The window is open letting in the sounds of evening wildlife: crickets chirp loudly nearby, some owl hoots in the distance; Montana smells different than other states. Sharper, wilder. You lie like this for a bit, curled against his side and he's always so fucking warm, a human furnace incarnate.
"The moment I saw the marking — I wished you never met me too."
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sunshine-gumdrop · 2 months
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I wanted to see these two in New dawn setting. Judge Deputy is so underused imo. Jacob looks like a viking on the positive side ^-*
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undeadcannibal · 10 months
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Summary: While escaping with a cult vehicle, you forget to turn off the radio and are captured and turned over to Jacob. Only this time, you wake up somewhere you don’t recognize, tied down to a chair and left to the mercy of Jacob Seed -- and his hunting knife.
Pairing: Jacob Seed/Reader
Genre: Smut, one-shot
Word count: 1,891
Warnings: mentions of brainwashing/conditioning, slight(?) dub-con territory, knife play, ‘nsft’ content, AFAB reader, no use of y/n, spoiler free, not beta read
A/N: Look at me, finally touching up and finishing a draft from 5 years ago. After finishing Far Cry 6, I had the urge to replay Far Cry 5 and recalled this old draft I had. Figured why not rewrite it and post it, y’know? Hopefully y’all will enjoy this little piece. ( Gif credit: xxx )
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It was too late when the realization of the mistake you'd made sunk in.
After managing to sneak off with one of the Cults' trucks, you'd forgotten to turn off the radio. Before you could switch it off, you could hear the familiar song begin to play throughout the speakers. Within little time, you could feel the brainwashing effects being to take over you...
Shortly after the first lyrics rang out, your head began to ache; vision blurring red at the edges whilst confusion was soon overcome by a surge of pure, animalistic rage. Jacob had - unfortunately - done well with conditioning you. Once the effects began to kick in, there was nothing you could do to stop it. You could only hope that no one knew where you were so he didn't send any of his hunters after you. It'd been some time since you'd received his last message for you on the radio. Maybe he'd been so pleased with your last round of 'culling' he felt he didn't need another round of it so soon. You really doubted that though.
Beginning to lose control of your muscles, your body began to twitch and jerk before going slack entirely. Your vision starting to fade as well. Grunting, you watched as your vehicle began to veer off from the street into the woods. Barrelling through bushes and small trees. You couldn't see much after that, your head falling back to slump against the headrest of the driver seat.
The last thing you heard before losing consciousness was the sound of the truck's tires rolling over rough terrain, then the impact of steel colliding with wood and glass shattering.
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When you finally came to, you couldn't recognize your current surroundings. However, you were able to determine it wasn't any of the locations Jacob had taken you to before.
Instead of filthy cages with humans - and sometimes animals and corpses - inside of them in the sweltering sun, you were in a dark room with dim lighting. And, as you began to struggle, you also came to discover that your limbs had been tied with a rough rope-like material at your wrists, thighs, and ankles.
Quickly glancing around the room, your eyes eventually adjusted to the dark and you managed to notice a small table nestled off in the corner. A leather-bound book with the cults' insignia stamped on it in the middle laid atop it as well as that damn small wooden box Jacob used. The same one that played the same song that had gotten you in this predicament in the first place...
You had to find a way to get out of here immediately.
Attempting to jerk and struggle in your binds, you briefly wondered if you would be able to wriggle your way out of them if you tried hard enough.
"Funny thing about the vehicles..."
Stopping all movement entirely, your blood ran cold and you could feel the hair on the back of your neck and arms raise with fright.
You didn't need to see who it was to recognize the owner of that voice.
Jacob Seed was a bastard that was difficult to forget.
The sound of heavy footfall nearing you made sweat begin to bead at your temples. You really weren't eager to discover what he had in store for you tonight.
As your breathing picked up and your pulse quickened, you finally saw him step into the light. Standing in front of you with a strict posture, his expression unreadable as ever.
"When we first got them, John suggested equipping them with tracking devices," Jacob explained as casually as if he'd been discussing the weather. "I told him there was no point at first, but eventually he talked me into the idea, so we decided to add 'em anyway."
Your jaw tensed and relaxed periodically whilst he spoke to you.
"Guess they proved to be pretty handy after all, huh?"
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. Jerking your arms once more in retaliation.
"Fuck you, Jacob."
"Oh," He tutted at you, clicking his tongue with a shake of his head. "Don't worry, we'll get to that part soon enough. But first--" He reached down to a strap attached to his thigh, producing a large Bowie knife with a black handle.
You watched him laugh at you as your eyes frantically flit back and forth from his face to the knife he was wielding.
Jacob stepped forward and slowly began to walk around you. Stopping just behind you before you felt the nipping edge of sharp steel press against your clavicle through the flimsy blouse you'd chosen to help yourself blend in. Swallowing the lump in your throat, did your best to remain still. Even as Jacob began to move the tip of his blade up to your throat. Scraping it across the delicate flesh there before moving to repeat the same motion across your throat and the underside of your jaw and chin.
Unable to help yourself, you found yourself breathing faster. Almost panting even whilst your thighs pressed together. Unsure if your reactions were fear or arousal based at that point.
Your knife play kink really picked the worst time to flare up, didn't it?
Jacob Seed could kill you with a flick of his wrist. Have your throat sliced and you'd be able to do nothing but cough and gurgle as you'd slowly asphyxiate with your own blood...
Yet, you never felt the horrible sting of the blade piercing your throat.
Instead, you felt Jacob pull his blade away. Watching curiously as he knelt before you and began to slice through numerous parts of your pants until was satisfied. Peeling away the filthy denim till he had you in nothing but your underwear for bottoms.
"W-What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fucking pervert?!" Baring and gritting your teeth at him, you lunged forward only to be stopped short by your bindings. Unable to do anything as he smiled up at you.
"Don't act like you weren't just squirming when I had my knife against your throat, Deputy. Besides," He smirked, glancing down at your lower body for a brief moment. "I'm trained to recognize the small reactions you might not know you even do. Don't worry though, pup. Secret's safe with me."
Not bothering to wait for your reaction, Jacob slid his knife beneath the waistband of your underwear. Slicing through it before repeating the same on the opposite side. Afterward, he grabbed the remaining shreds of your panties, bringing them up to examine the cloth without an ounce of shame.
As you groaned and turned your flushing face away, you could hear him make comments that had you biting your tongue.
"Can't deny it, girl. The crotch of these are soaked."
Jesus fucking Christ.
Maybe you'd have been better off if he'd just slit your throat...
Surely anything was better than this humiliating and arousing situation.
Slicing away the cords restraining your thighs, Jacob freed them only for him to stand up then.
With your legs apart, you forced yourself to stare up at the ceiling as he leered over your naked form. Bright, cold eyes unable to look away from your flushed and glistening slit.
"Look away all you want, there's no denying you're clearly gettin' off on this just as much as I am..." Jacob taunted as he knelt before you again. Though, this time, he didn't move in with the hand that was wielding his weapon. Instead, he reached down and spread you open with a calloused thumb, causing you to gasp and your muscles to go taut. Unwilling to cave and give him any sort of further reaction.
Still, that didn't stop him from making things worse with his words. Verbally taunting you as his thumb seized spreading you to instead drift up. Circling your puffy clit till it was wet with your own juices before he moved away. Stroking the thick pad of this thumb all the way down to your hole then gliding it back up to your clit again. Repeating the motion over and over till your back was slightly arching off the chair you were tied to. Your hips weakly jutting forward in a poor attempt to chase the pleasure his thumb was providing. Yet, Jacob seemed to be as cruel as ever. Pulling his hand away right before you could grind yourself against it.
God, you were going to need so much therapy after all of this...
Huffing through your nose, you watched with wet, fearful eyes as he removed his bare hand and returned with the hand wielding the knife. Holding it by the blade-end skillfully as he brought it between your quivering thighs and held it inches away from your cunt.
Quickly shaking your head, you pleaded, "Please, for the love of God, Jacob... I'll let you kill me, just any other way than t-that."
The tears that'd welled up in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks as you tried not to sob and hyperventilate.
Jacob didn't move as he glanced up at you with a cold, halting expression.
"Stop your whining, pup. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not in the way you're thinking..."
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
Shaking in the chair, you could only watch as Jacob finally moved. Pushing the handle of the knife against your mound and moving it up and down your slit. Every so often, he would pause at your opening just so he could push the slightest amount of the end of the handle inside of you. Fucking you once, twice, three times with the first few inches of the handle before pulling out. Smearing your arousal all over your slit and clitoris till your thighs shook and your mouth finally parted. A soft cry left you as he continued to work you over with the end of the knife.
"J-Jacob..." You panted, glancing at his face and back to the blade between your legs.
"Shh... it's okay. I know whatcha need, Dep'."
Now, Jacob was only grinding the edge of the blade against your wet slit before he finally brought his other hand over. Using his thumb again, Jacob circled and worked your hypersensitive clit until you were openly whining and moaning. Your body finally gave in and writhed for him within its bindings as you pleaded for more with red, flushed eyes.
By all means, you shouldn't have been this close to cumming because of Jacob Seed, of all people in Hope County.
Yet, you couldn't hold your orgasm off any longer.
With a disappointed and wanton cry, your hips began to rock back and forth as you desperately fucked yourself against Jacob's hand and knife. Thick, muscular thighs quivering as waves of pleasure began to overtake you. Thankfully, he didn't stop moving and was at least kind enough to help you ride it out. Continuing to stroke and grind against your moving mound till you begged him to stop. Transparent and slick cum covering not only his hand and knife but your thighs and the chair as well.
"Good girl~" Jacob cooed whilst wiping his knife clean on the front of his pants.
"Was it that hard to just give in?"
Yes.
Yes, it absolutely fucking was, you thought to yourself. 
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underwhelp · 3 months
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Wishes Do Come True
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It was like you'd been given as a gift.
Warnings : dubious consent implied, kidnapping, blood mentioned
It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.
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When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.
You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.
His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.
"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.
Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.
Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.
You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how you'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.
Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.
"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."
You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.
The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.
You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.
Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.
He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.
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And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.
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seedofjoseph · 1 year
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homebound
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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."
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Jacob Seed •°• Hazy moments △SMUT△
Title: Hazy moments
Rating: Explicit, smut, pwp
Category: F/M
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Relationship: Jacob seed x F!reader
Characters: Jacob seed, reader
Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink
Word count: 1560
a/n: not the best but still posting it
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Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.
"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.
You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.
There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.
Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.
"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."
You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.
"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.
Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.
You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.
You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.
His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.
Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.
His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.
He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.
He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.
Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.
"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."
You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.
You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"
He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option??? Over your head while he pressed into your heat.
Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.
You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.
"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.
"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."
You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.
Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.
It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.
He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.
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locustandwildhoney · 1 year
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Imagine Jacob Seed being good with kids because he had to raise his brothers.
I'm talking about when they're tiny bitty babies still.
He gets really stressed out if the baby starts crying, the sound just immediately brings him back to the hell of being tiny and taking care of Joseph's newborn colicky self. So Jacob keeps the baby with him at all times, always within reach. He's regimented about it too, keeps the strict feeding/sleeping schedule, that baby is well taken care of. You can often find Jacob carrying the baby around while he does other things. He circles around the room, reading paperwork in one hand, carrying baby in the other.
The moment they start talking, he starts having trouble. Having opinions means arguments to him. Good luck and godspeed to him when they get past 2 or 3 years.
He's good at providing for his kids when they're older. Keeping them fed, clean, and at least modestly educated. (especially in military history and tactics) But he definitely misses the simplicity of taking care of a baby's needs. He also didn't have to worry about them as much when they were tiny, the moment they could move out of his sight he has been worried nonstop. But hey, that's love. Nothing you can do about that.
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I'm in shambles and in dire need of help
about a year ago I read this absolutely yummy Jacob Seed(farcry5) fanfic that had I think 8-9 chapters. I was trying to go back to it but I had read it when I didn't have an account on ao3 and now I've completely lost it
the fic started with us getting stuck in a bunker with Jacob for like a week and it was a pretty good forced proximity slow burn. The middle is pretty fuzzy in my brain but I remember that the end was Jacob saving from Joseph cause he was trying to brainwash us and everything
I've been searching for it for the past 30 minutes and I'm beginning to lose hope
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spookyspecterino · 2 years
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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*
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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 ❤️
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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months
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Day 15:Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Character: Jacob Seed
Naughty or Nice
A/n: Au where the Seed family is not in a cult
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Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jacob did his best to go over the paper work his brother sent him.His gaze turning to glance out the window, snow already on the ground. Hearing a knock on his office door pulling him from his thoughtz, he let out a grunt shifting his body in the chair spotting you walking into the room with a nervous smile on your face.
"Hey beautiful" giving you a tired smile his gaze remains on you.
Nibbling your lip, you swallowed thickly rocking on your heels. "I have something I wanted to give you."
Grinning for a moment, Jacob lent across his desk. A small twinkle in his eye. "What is it darlin?"
Taking a deep breath you pulled out the positive pregnancy test with a spring of holly tied around the test with a little note attached to it.
Grasping the stick, Jacob's eyes went wide for a moment though a laugh escaped his lips. Pushing away from the desk he quickly pulled you into for a soft hug. "You sure?"
Nodding your head your fingers cupped his cheek as a giggle escaped your lips. "Yea."
"I'm gonna be a daddy?"
Smiling you pressed a kiss to his nose for a moment as you felt him pull you in for a kiss. "Yea."
Holding you close, Jacob sighed letting his eyes close holding you in his arms. "I'm so happy, I promise I'll be the best daddy."
He couldn't have asked for a better Christmas Present than this.
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agender-wolfie · 5 months
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Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️
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prismuffin · 1 year
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Chapstick
Jacob seed x gn!reader
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Little Jacob Seed Drabble as my first fic on this blog! Enjoy!
Warnings: None! Just fluffy Jacob Seed!!😽🫶
More under the cut!
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You sat on Jacobs lap near the edge of the bed in your shared room. It was one of those rare moments alone you had with Jacob where the two of you could just spend time together.
You quietly read a book that was placed in your lap as Jacob read over your shoulder, tapping your thigh every time he finished a page so you knew when to turn to the next one. You smiled when you felt his lips grace your shoulders and leaned back, snuggling into him deeper. He grabbed your chin gently and made you face him. You could see adoration in his eyes as he stared at you, relishing in the moment for a while before slowly leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. You reciprocated his affection, adjusting your body a bit more to allow yourself to kiss him fully. You hummed which turned into a small chuckle before pulling away from him.
“Wait here.”
Getting up, you went near your dresser and searched over the array of objects you’d had placed on top, smiling a bit wider when you found what you were looking for.
Your mint flavored chapstick.
Skipping back towards your loving boyfriend you sat right back on his lap facing him, causing him to adjust his arms to hold you close. You clicked off the lid of your chapstick, holding it in your palm as you used one of your hands to hold his face. He raised an eyebrow at you as he saw the pointed chapstick in your hand. “Lemme put some on you.” You told him after seeing his confusion. “Why?” He asked, and you let a nose laugh escape you. “Because your lips,” you poked them with your finger, “they’re chapped.” You quirked your brow at him. “No offense,” you quickly added and felt his body jolt in a silent laugh. He shook his head in amusement before leaning back slightly. You took the silence that followed as a sign that you could continue with your plan. So, you grabbed his face again, digging your fingers into his beard slightly and brought your other hand up to apply the chapstick. You made four smooth swipes across his top and bottom lip. “Ok now go like this,” you rubbed your lips together and watched as he copied your movements.
You smiled and he stopped, ”So,” He started, his voice dropping into a raspy whisper “am I kissable now?” He asked as he pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You shifted your position so that you were straddling him and placed both of your hands on either sides of his face. “Yes, yes you are.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss you. Just one quick soft kiss followed by another and another until he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you with more passion. You relished in the feeling of his newly soft-ish lips before pulling away, smacking your own lips together you licked them and hummed.
“Minty.”
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sunshine-gumdrop · 2 months
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Another rendition of the judge and jacob!
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lethalchiralium · 1 year
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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.
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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.
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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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farcry5seedfamily · 1 year
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"Where are you going, Little Sinner? Don't run away from me, you need to confess your sins and atone them" - John Seed
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