#jacob seed x f!reader

[spookyspecterino]

Out Hunting

Jacob Seed x F!Reader

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: NSFW/18+ Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

*runs into the goddamn hills*

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

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

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next time I won’t be.”

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Jacob. I’ll behave for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can count on it.”

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

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

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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.

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

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

“I don’t think I want to leave you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[satanwritesfanfiction]

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

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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[chubbysciencenerd]

Runaway Pet Fem!reader x JacobSeed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bookclub4m]

35 Non-fiction Graphic Novels by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

This Place: 150 Years Retold

Zodiac: A Graphic Memoir by Ai Weiwei with Elettra Stamboulis & Gianluca Costantini

Nat Turner by Kyle Baker

The Talk by Darrin Bell

The Best We Could Do by Thi Bui

I’m a Wild Seed by Sharon Lee De la Cruz

Messy Roots: A Graphic Memoir of a Wuhanese American by Laura Gao

Stamped from the Beginning: A Graphic History of Racist Ideas in America by Joel Christian Gill and Ibram X. Kendi

Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts by Rebecca Hall and Hugo Martinez

The 500 Years of Resistance Comic Book by Gord Hill

Good Talk: A Memoir in Conversations by Mira Jacob

The American Dream? A Journey on Route 66 Discovering Dinosaur Statues, Muffler Man, and the Perfect Breakfast Burrito: a Graphic Memoir by Shing Yin Khor

Banned Book Club by Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada, and Ko Hyung-Ju

In Limbo by Deb J.J. Lee

This Country: Searching for Home in (Very) Rural America by Navied Mahdavian

Mexikid: A Graphic Memoir by Pedro Martín

Monstrous: A Transracial Adoption Story by Sarah Myer

Steady Rollin': Preacher Kid, Black Punk and Pedaling Papa by Fred Noland

Citizen 13660 by Mine Okubo

Your Black Friend and Other Strangers by Ben Passmore

Kwändǖr by Cole Pauls

Worm: A Cuban American Odyssey by Edel Rodriguez

Power Born of Dreams: My Story is Palestine by Mohammad Sabaaneh

A First Time for Everything by Dan Santat

Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood by Marjane Satrapi

Grandmothers, Our Grandmothers: Remembering the "Comfort Women" of World War II by Han Seong-Won

Death Threat by Vivek Shraya and Ness Lee

Palimpsest: Documents From A Korean Adoption by Lisa Wool-Rim Sjöblom

Big Black: Stand at Attica by Frank "Big Black" Smith, Jared Reinmuth, and Améziane

Victory. Stand!: Raising My Fist for Justice by Tommie Smith, Dawud Anyabwile, and Derrick Barnes

The High Desert by James Spooner

They Called Us Enemy by George Takei, Justin Eisinger, Steven Scott, and Harmony Becker

Feelings by Manjit Thapp

The Black Panther Party: A Graphic Novel History by David F. Walker and Marcus Kwame Anderson

Now Let Me Fly: A Portrait of Eugene Bullard by Ronald Wimberly and Braham Revel

#booklists #non-fiction #graphic novels #comics

[western-writer]

The Most Loyal Traitor

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: slight gore, blood, swearing, mentions of sex and suggestive speech

A/N I had no idea how to tag this so I just tagged it to the best of my ability. 

Summary: (Y/n) was one of the most loyal fighters for the Resistance. That was until she was blamed for deaths that weren’t her fault. When the Resistance turned their backs on her, she did the only thing she could to survive.

The Junior Deputy rounds you like the wounded animal you are. One of Jess’s arrows sticks out of your leg as you sit against a tree. A hard boot connects to your face which lands you in the dirt. You laugh, pushing yourself off the ground to sit against the tree again. 

“Did you think you could really get away?” Rook questions you. 

You grin up at her, blood spilling from your nose and staining your teeth red. “Nah,” you mutter. “I like a good chase.”

“You think this is a game, traitor?” Jess barks at you. You chuckle at the nickname you’ve managed to coin over these past few months. “What’s so funny?” 

“Ignorance,” you answer flatly. “You and the whole fuckin’ Resistance.”

Rook kicks you again, now staining her boot with your blood. “We’re not the ones that turned their back on the Resistance.”

“There you go again makin’ accusations without knowin’ the whole story. Seems like you Resistance fighters are real good at that,” you spit.

“The fuck are you goin’ on about?” Jess growls, stalking toward you. 

“Does it really matter, Jess? Whatever I say won’t change anything and definitely won’t make the Resistance change how they feel about me.” 

Rook comes and kneels on one knee next to you. She grabs your face, seemingly examining you and chuckles suddenly. “And here I thought lust was a sin,” she mocks you, turning to Jess. “Looks like Eli was right. She’s a little more than just Jacob’s favorite soldier.” Rook flicks what looks like to a hickey on your neck and gets back to her feet. “Does Joseph know? I can’t imagine what he’d do to you both if he knew.”

You roll your eyes. “If that’s your way of trying to scare me, you’re doin’ a horrible job.” 

Rook shakes her head, twirling a knife in her hands dangerously. “Nah. I’d be a bit disappointed if that scared you, to be honest. See, the reason we tracked you all the way out here is because Jacob has really pissed the Resistance off. Why doesn’t really matter, but they left it up to us to try to get it through his thick skull that he won’t win. What better way to strike fear into the heart of a cold-blooded killer like Jacob than to mess with what he values most? Obviously, we can’t get to his brothers, or even Faith, easily. So you’re the next best thing-his little play toy.”

Suddenly, Jess grabs your left wrist and pins it to the tree you sit against. Rook walks over and places her boot close to the wound on your leg, creating agonizing pressure as she goes to work cutting your left pinky off. You scream, struggling against the two women, but are no match for the both of them. The sickening crack as Rook cuts between your top and middle knuckle makes you dizzy and seeing your severed finger in her hand only intensifies this feeling. 

She presses the severed finger into the palm of your injured hand. 

“You make sure Jacob understands that if he ever does anything like that again, we will find you and we will cut off all your fingers until he finally does understand. Got it?”

You nod slightly, glaring up at the deputy. 

A small, satisfied smile graces her lips as she looks down at your bloody hand clutching your own finger. 

“If you’re lucky, they may be able to reattach it.” She nudges your jaw with her fist and stands up. You watch as they leave you alone to bleed in the middle of the woods. You cut off some of your shirt and wrap it around your finger. 

“Jake?” you say into your radio. “Jacob, I need some help here.” 

No response.

“I’ll be honest with you,” the doctor says. “I don’t know if reattaching this will work. And if it does, it may not be for the better...” you wince as he moves the finger. 

Jacob stands by, arms folded over his chest with a hard, blank glare on his face. Deputy Pratt stands by, unable to comprehend that Rook, the new deputy he had known, did this to someone. This was different. Very different.

“Leave it off,” you say, surprising the doctor a bit. “Statistically speaking, I’ll probably only get half the use out of it anyway. It’s not even vital to my hand.”

The doctor stares at you for a second. “Okay, if you insist. Let me fix it up so it won’t get infected. Jacob’s eyes focus on the bloody stub and he turns abruptly. He speaks into his radio, rather harshly from the looks of it, and you only realize what he’s saying when a few days later the deputy turns up in one of the cages. 

Every time you see her in one of those cages you can’t help but laugh a little bit. It reminds you how easily Jacob could end everything for her. 

“Well, well, well,” you say, walking up to her cage. “Seems you forgot how easy it is for Jacob to have you here.” You kneel in front of the cage. You’re vaguely aware of Pratt walking up behind you. 

“If it isn’t the traitor in her natural habit, being Jacob’s little bitch.”

“I think that title is reserved for your colleague over there, don’t you?” you question, looking back at Pratt. Truth is, you actually get along with him quite well and you keep Jacob from injuring him too much. You just want to get under her skin, and from the look on her face, it worked.

“Traitorous bitch,” Rook spits at you, literally. A bit of saliva lands on your face and you wipe it away with your left hand. Her eyes lock onto your wrapped finger. 

“You keep callin’ me that...” you start, wiping the spit on your jeans and making eye contact with her. “but have you ever had the intelligence to investigate why I’m a traitor for yourself? No? Didn’t think so...” You chuckle to yourself and pull up a chair. Leaning over, you stare at Rook. “See, at one point, I was one of the Resistance’s most loyal fighters. Even before you stumbled into the picture. I was always out there stickin’ it to the cult,” you laugh, gesturing with your arm. “I was so trusted that Mary May and Pastor Jerome would let me lead groups to go gather supplies and such. 

Rook’s eyes stay focused on you. 

“I warned them to not go after that stash. Told ‘em that it’s too suspicious, that it’s too out in the open for the Peggie’s to not be planning an ambush. Low and behold, they didn’t listen to me. One of ‘em hit a trip wire which caused smoke bombs to go off. Peggie’s shot ‘em up, bullet’s rippin’ holes through ‘em like Swiss Cheese. I didn’t even recognize the people I called my friends.” 

“Why didn’t they kill you, too?” 

“Ah, yeah, that... See, I never killed the Peggies if I didn’t have to. One of the people I spared was there and decided to spare me. Imagine this. Me, a little younger, stumbling back into Fall’s End covered in the blood of my friends, only for Mary May to scream at me for not being a better leader. I tried and tried to explain that I warned them and that they didn’t listen, but she, much like them, didn’t listen either. And then, she banished me. Kicked me out of the Resistance.” 

You lean back in your chair and look up at the sky. 

“I stumbled around from one Resistance post to another only to be threatened and sent away. I begged and begged for them to listen, but no one cared. Not even your beloved Dutch. I was thinking about just getting the hell outta town, but then you just had to start the fuckin’ reaping and I was stuck.” You lean forward, glaring into her cage. “I did the only thing I could do to survive.” 

“You... joined the cult.”

You huff out a humorless laugh and lean back again. “I still remember the look on Joseph’s face when I limped my way into the church. I was...” you look back to the sky, your voice softening. “I was days away from death. I barely made it onto the church pew, even with John helping me.”

“I can’t believe it. The Resistance’s most loyal fighter comin’ in here,” Jacob said as John set you down on a church pew. 

Joseph stepped down from the small stage-like area. “What brings you here?” he questioned. 

“Survival,” you answered, only continuing on because of the confused look they gave you. “The Resistance kicked me out,” you continued weakly. “I figured I was dead anyway, so why not?”

Joseph looked at your fragile state. Your eyes were bloodshot, your skin was pale and sickly looking, you were thin-too thin. He knew just by the looks of you that you were telling the truth. 

“You wish to join us?” 

“Don’t make me say it.”

Joseph gave you a small smile, walking over to you and gently pulling you to your feet. “You are safe, do not worry.”

“After I was nursed back to health and formally accepted into Eden’s Gate, I went to Jacob. And I guess you know what happened after that.” You shoot her a sly smirk as you lean back for the last time. “So yeah, call me a traitor all you want, but it wasn’t me that turned my back on the Resistance, it was the Resistance that turned their back on me.”

“And you just expect me to believe you? Why should I? Your whole story could be bullshit.” 

“Believe me or don’t, I don’t really give a shit, especially because I’m on this side of the cage with Jacob in my corner. It’s the truth, though.” You stand and turn, seeing Pratt coming closer. 

“It’s true, Rook...” he mutters meekly. He begins to talk more, but you walk away. Unsure of where to really go, you make your way up to Jacob’s office and are slightly surprised to not find him there. You sit down on his desk and clutch your finger, the pain still radiating through the severed digit.

“Still hurts?” Jacob says, entering the room silently. You head snaps up at him. 

“My finger was cut off, Jacob. Of course, it still hurts.”

Jacob cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“That came out harsher than I meant. Sorry,” you mutter, looking down at your hand. He walks over and forces you to look up at him before pressing a kiss to your lips. He starts off soft before gradually becoming rougher. He cups your face, deepening the kiss even more. “Wait, Jake, is now really a good time for this?” You look behind you to see that the sun is setting.  

“Yup,” he answers, sucking on your neck. You groan, grabbing his bicep. Suddenly, he lifts you and walks you both to his bed. He drops you and gets on top of you as you both undress each other.

There you both lay, bodies naked under the sheets of the bed. Jacob’s arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder with your left arm on his bare chest. You stare at your hand, still unable to believe that your finger is gone. Jacob reaches up and grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss the injured finger. You smile slightly and press kisses to the side of his neck. 

“This is the first time you haven’t kicked me out of your bed right after...” you mumble.

“Maybe I’m goin’ soft,” he mumbles back. 

“Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” you tease him. 

He sighs. “Never did I ever imagine us endin’ up like this when you stumbled into that church. I had my doubts about you, but you proved your loyalty.”

You laugh a little bit. “I’m the most loyal traitor.” 

Jacob laughs, which takes you by surprise. Then he rolls over and kisses you once more. “Round two?” 

#jacob seed #jacob seed x female reader #jacob seed x f!reader #Far Cry 5 #female deputy x female reader #f!deputy x f!reader #staci pratt #deputy rook

[demetris-cocksleeve]

I NEED a part 2 of that size kink with Jacob!!😩💓🤍🤍 I can already see him having the cullens meet her for the first time with her hopping over to Jacob stuttering over her words and him pulling her to the side to fuck her in the woods 🥺🌸🌸🤍 I'm sorry I'm just so in love qith your last fic !

(A/n: No need to apologize, I may slander Jake from time to time, but goddamn if I don't want him to absolutely ruin me at the same time😅)

(I would like to preface that this is NOT the fic for this that I talked about; it's just a second smut piece! I still don't really know if I'm going to make this a whole ass fic, let me know!)

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Size kink, creampie, belly bulge, public sex (does the forest count as public?), angry sex, strength kink

Age Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Kinktober- Size Kink Pt. 2: Jacob Black x Fem! Reader

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How you ended up in this situation you have no clue..

The morning after the night you and Jacob spent together was kind of a blur.

You learned that not only did your long time crush like you back, but he was part of a pack of werewolves and was sort of -barely- friends with a coven of 'vegetarian' vampires. Oh and how could you forget: you were also his 'imprint' which you have taken into yourself to just call soulmate..

Back to your situation:

You are deep in the woods with none other than your now boyfriend, Jacob Black. He has you pinned against the trunk of a large pine as he roughly fucks up into you. One of you hands in gripping his shoulder as the other scratches at the bark of the tree. His body heat and force of his trusts have you craving more even as you tighten your legs around his waist in preparation for yet another orgasm. At this point he's practically bouncing you on his cock like you're a living fleshlight, you're so fucked out.

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After being together for a few months, he had brought you over to the Cullen's to meet them and Bella. Naturally, he and Edward got into an argument and while you wish you could say you were nervous to be in the middle of two feuding supernatural creatures, you were moreso turned on because of the angry flexing of Jacob's muscles as he yelled. Suggesting a walk in the woods to help him calm down, you also had a plan to remedy both of your problems.

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His pulsing member was forming a bulge with every thrust he made. Barreling straight into your cervix it was almost painful, though the pleasure outweighs any other sensation you might be feeling. Your hands slide over the taunt muscles of his arms; flexing with effort of holding you up for so long. The feeling of the velvet steel of his arms enough to throw your head back with a groan.

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When you were fairly certain you guys were well out of earshot, you had looped your arms around Jake's neck, pulling him down in a searing kiss as you backed up against the evergreen you were now pressed against.

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Pulling out of you he sets you down and spins you to face the tree, shoving back into you as he lets out grunts of his own. He grabs both of your hands in his marginally larger ones, intertwining your fingers as he holds them above you head.

"God, I love you so f- ucking much, you don't -ugh- understand.." he mutter, pressing soft kisses along the length of you neck, a complete contrast to the ruthless pace he was driving into you with.

All you could respond with was a high pitched keen as he hits just the right place inside you. Jacob's hips come to a stuttering stop as he empties the contents of his balls into your sopping cunt. The feeling of his hot seed enough to shove you over the edge one last time as well.

He doesn't pull out for a bit as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, letting the both of you catch your breath before returning to the house of vampires that definitely heard your shenanigans..

#jacob black fic #jacob black smut #jacob black x reader smut #jacob black #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight fic #twilight smut #Twilight x reader smut #twilight x reader #the twilight saga #size difference #twilight kinktober #kinktober 2021 #pt. 2

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Reclaiming What's Mine

Dabi x Hawks x Reader

This is the part two/smut to “Smile for the Camera”

Warnings ⚠️ this is a smut fic. I have never written one before but yee. Includes the term “daddy” and “slut” and a whole bunch a stuff

Art by @brttpaige

Dabi pushed the two of you into your room, on your bed, and watched Keigo softly kiss your lips. You place your hand on his cheek to deepen the kiss.

“I knew you were trying to steal my boyfriend” He lets out a breathy laugh while kissing along your neck.

“T-Touya I’m sensi- FUCK” You cry out when he bites down on a certain spot.

He continues to abuse the spot to hear your soft moans. He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted you to forget about him for just a couple of hours. Keigo wanted all of those things as well.

“Your moans are so sweet, baby bird” Keigo coos. He reaches his hands under your shirt to play with the band of your bra. “Can I?”

“Yes please,” you exhale.

The blonde reclaims your lips with his while one of his hands grope your breast. Touya soon follows with his own hand to grope the other. You pull away from Keigo and discard your shirt and bra.

“Fuck your so gorgeous doll” Touya gasped, mesmerized by your body. He wraps his lips around one of the hardening buds, causing heat to rise to your face despite the lewd moans spewing from your lips.

Keigo, now shirtless, lightly pushes you back onto the bed. With your back now on the mattress and Touya still leaving various markings on your chest, Keigo’s hand slowly makes its way beneath your pants. You feel his index finger run along your clothed slit which causes your moans to come out a bit higher.

“Tell us Y/n” Keigo starts with a teasing tone “What’s got you this wet?” He slowly drew tiny circles around your clothed clit, causing your response to be nothing but a groan.

When Touya finishes his abuse on your chest he strips out of his clothing except for his boxers, leaving you and Keigo’s mouths watering. All movements stopped as both of you stared at the man before you. Keigo, having seen it multiple times, saw nothing he hadn’t seen before. But you, you were groaning at the sight of his nipple piercings and his Jacobs latter threatening to rip the fabric of his boxers.

“Answer the question little one” He smirks, palming himself above your face.

Keigo pinches your clit, making you squeal your answer “K-KEIGO AND TOUYA”

Keigo pushes himself from in between your thighs and kisses his boyfriend’s lips, making sure to bite at the man’s bottom lip. You lick a slow and teasing stripe from the base of Touya’s clothed cock to the tip causing him to let out a low moan into the blonde’s mouth.

“What a pretty sight” you tease.

Touya’s rough hands gently grab your jaw while he leans down to plant kisses on your lips. Using the distraction to his advantage, Keigo strips your pants from your body and kiss along your thighs. His lips getting dangerously close to your soaked panties, he snakes his finger around the cloth to pull them to the side. He groaned at the slick string that attached to the piece of clothing and your cunt.

“Fuck baby bird. Your pussy’s so pretty. Look Touya”

The man pulls away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air, to lean over to see your soaked folds.

“Damn you’re right.” He groans. He looks back down at you with a concerned look, “Are you sure you want to go through with this Y/n?”

“It’s like you guys said,” You say, lifting your legs to pull off your drenched panties, “I’m reclaiming what's mine”

You were now fully naked between the two. Your back against Touya’s chest with Keigo laying on his stomach, face to face with your dripping sex. That’s all Keigo needed to hear before lapping at your cunt, gathering your juices on his tongue. Touya keeps your legs spread so you won’t suffocate the blonde.

“K-Keigo slo-AH HA-down” you moan as you tug at his blonde locks. An unfamiliar feeling growing in your abdomen has you squirming in Touya’s hold. When Keigo pulls away you almost die of embarrassment. His mouth and chin were dripping with your juices.

“You taste so good y/n” He moans. After gathering more of your nectar with his index and middle finger, Keigo holds his hand up to Touya’s face while the other draws circles on your clit. The scarred man runs his tongue up and down the blonde’s fingers, cleaning them of your juice.

“Scoot over Keigo. I want a proper taste.” Touya growls, pushing you against the headboard in the process. Keigo continued to rub at your clit while Touya stuck his tongue into your oozing hole. He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers slowly thrusting into you. “You’re doing so well y/n”

Your response was cut off as they quickened their pace. Words couldn’t explain how good you felt in the moment. The unfamiliar sensation reappears in your abdomen causing you to grab at the headboard behind you.

“I-FUCK- I FEEL…“ Your words were replaced with loud moans as Touya hit a specific spot that made you gush around their hands and faces.

“Fuck that’s hot” Keigo moaned, rubbing your clit more wildly to squirt your orgasm everywhere as Touya held his mouth open to catch it. Once you were no longer squirting out the clear liquid, Keigo and Touya ran their tongues along opposite thighs and savored your sweet flavor.

“I’ve never done that before” You huffed as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” The two men said in unison. You shook your head no while you pat your puffy clit, small squirts of your orgasm still escaping.

“Well babe,” Touya says, crawling into your lap after ditching his briefs “You’ll get to have as many as you want tonight”

Keigo’s hands found their way to the man’s pierced nipples, toying with them. The pierced man arched his back from Keigo’s bare chest, trying to relieve the pain of him tugging at his piercings. Your fingers trailed up and down his pierced shaft causing Touya to moan curses.

“Tonight w-was supposed t-to FUCK be about you”

“Well, I want to see you come undone in our hands Mr. Villain” You confess, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“Who would’ve known that our baby bird would be a switch huh Dabi?” Touya groaned at the usage of his villain name. It always had him cumming in record time when Keigo used it. You smiled at the face Touya makes when you softly kiss the tip of his cock.

“Don’t be a tease” The man strained. Keigo pushes Touya on his back. The man moans louder when both of you licked at opposite sides of Touya’s length. Keigo goes back to toying with Touya’s nipples as you finally take him into your mouth, adjusting to the metal piercings. The oldest Todoroki’s hand found purchase in your h/c locks as you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks every time you lifted your head.

“F-Fuck Y/n” The scarred man growled, bucking into your mouth. You let out a quiet gag at the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your cunt ached at the sight of the blonde face fucking Touya. You look up at Keigo with needy eyes letting out a low moan, vibrating the man beneath you’s dick.

“Mmm, Y/n do that again. He gagged when you did it”

You let out another moan, causing Touya to buck into your mouth for the last time. The hand in your hair pushed your head to the base of his cock as he shot his salty load into your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

You raise from Touya’s cock with a loud “pop” and a smirk as you watched Keigo cum into his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Swallow it Dabi” He groaned, pulling away. The man beneath you two parted his lips to reveal his empty mouth. “That’s a good Little Slut”

You whimpered at the last word, causing all eyes to be on you. Predatory glares had you clenching your thighs together and pressing your lips shut.

“What was that babe?” Keigo smirked, inching his face closer to yours. “Do you want to take Touya’s title and be our little slut?”

You smirked at how close the two of you were. He could still see droplets of their partner’s cum on your bare chest and neck. Leaning closer to the boy in front of you, you nod before licking up his neck towards his lips.

Touya positioned himself behind you, lining his tip with your entrance. Neither of you realized the man moved until his hand came crashing down onto your ass. You gasp at the stretch of your walls in the shape of his piercings. Keigo places his thumb on the middle of your tongue preventing you from closing your mouth while his other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck babe” Touya groaned, slowly thrusting in and out of your dripping stretched cunt. Drool ran down your chin and pooled on the duvet under you as you let out a strangled whine, reaching for Keigo’s cock.

“Needy for Daddy’s cock aren’t we?” Keigo smirked. With his erect cock in his hand, he taps the tip on your tongue teasingly. Touya sends a hard thrust into your pussy, lurching you forward and causing you to take Keigo into your mouth. You moan around the winged villain’s length when you felt fingers rubbing at your overstimulated clit.

“Make...Fuuuck-Make a fucking mess Princess” Touya strained.

“Yea baby bird. Make a mess with that slutty pussy” Keigo moaned.

They moved in sync, catching their own high and trying to make you catch yours. Which didn’t take long. The knot in your stomach formed again for the third time that night, making you hollow your cheeks around Keigo and Clenching your walls around Touya.

“I can feel your close doll” The man’s thrusts grew sloppy and his hand worked faster at your clit, “Come on. Let Daddy see you make a mess”

You detach from the blonde’s cock letting out a scream as your orgasm takes over your body. The clear liquid once again staining the bed and Touya’s lower body. It didn’t take long for the two of them to cum after seeing you make such a mess.

Keigo stroked his cock over your face, letting his seed fall onto your lips and tongue as you gasped for much-needed air. Touya pulled out and squirted his seed onto your ass, spreading it with his fingers before giving it a hard smack.

The three of you collapsed into each other’s arms, panting.

“I’m gonna get used to this” You laughed tiredly. You tried to get up to clean yourself but Touya pushed you back down.

“I got this. Just relax”

You and Keigo watched as the dark-haired man walked out to get a cleaning towel. Keigo rubbed his thumb against your cheek, making you look over at him.

“You deserved this, baby bird. You reclaimed what’s yours”

#mha #mha bakugo x reader #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha x reader #hitoshi x reader #mha x y/n #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader smut #kirishima x reader #smut #hawks smut #dabi smut #dabihaks #dabi x female reader #dabi fluff #mha smut #mha fluff

[pretend-writer]

Moonlight (Jacob Seed x reader)

Summary: There was a turn of events when Deputy Y/N hunts Jacob Seed into the cabin to kill him. 

Pairing: Jacob Seed x reader

Title Reference: Moonlight x Ariana Grande

Word Count: 959 words

Warning: mention of murder and cult, mention of sex, mini-smut

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The time finally came, the day that I get to take down our very own Jacob Seed. He's been terrorizing Hope County for too long and it was about time he was punished for everything he's done.

Sneaking into the dark and quiet cabin, I saw Jacob going through a stash. He was so occupied, this was going to be an easy kill.

Or so I thought

'What are you doing here and how did you find this cabin?' His deep voice startled me, thinking I had a chance to get him before he noticed me.

'How did you know I was here?'

Jacob turned and took one look at me, then went back to digging into his stash. 'Your perfume, I smell it.'

‘Wow, I’m flattered.’ I crossed my arms, ‘What do you got there?’

‘None of your business, princess. Now get lost.’

I chuckled, ‘Oh no, no. I want in on whatever you have your hands on.’

Jacob rolled his eyes as he shook his head. He finally turned around, grabbing the stash tightly in his hand. ‘What makes you think I’m going to share this with you considering that you came here to kill me?’

‘You either willingly hand it over or I’m going to kill you for it. Either way, it’s a win-win situation for me.’ I smiled sarcastically.

‘That’s cute, Dep. You think you can kill me?’

Reaching for his arm, I twisted his arm behind him and kicked the back of his knee which caused Jacob to fall onto the floor. Sitting on his back, I tightly held his hand then snatched the stash from him. ‘You were saying?’

With his face against the floor, he laughed. ‘Congratulation, except you didn’t kill me. Unless you’re actually don’t want to kill me.’

‘I’ve dreamed of killing you from the moment I step foot on Hope County. Don’t be a narcissist.’

‘You and your little crew are trying to get rid of Joseph, John, me and Faith. Yet, you keep ending up with me.’

‘Trying to get rid of one Seed at a time and you just happen to be the first on the list.’

Jacob lightly laughed under his breath. ‘I beg to differ. Not going to lie, you’re pretty tough. If you wanted me dead, you would’ve already killed me a long time ago.’

I never understand how he had such a big ego. I did not do anything to make him special, the Seed siblings were such a joke. Rolling my eyes, I got off of Jacob. ‘I can’t do this, I’ll come kill you some other day. This stash is good for tonight.’

‘See, you just proved my point.’ He said as he got up and patted the dust off of his clothes.

‘Shut up, Jacob. I’ll see you whenever.’ I waved him goodbye, walking my way out the door.

Before I exited out of the cabin, Jacob took my hand and pulled me in. Cornering me against the wall, he smirked. ‘You think I’m going to let you get away?’

'Look who's obsessed now.' I bit my lip and snatched my hand away from him. 'I think the real question is why haven't you killed me?'

He leaned closer, pressing me against the wall where I had no where to go. 'You're interesting, haven't felt a thrill from someone for a long time. Plus I like how you smell.'

'Are you really hitting on me now? Eldest Seed getting a little soft now?'

'Oh, I am definitely not soft right now.' His joke made me roll my eyes. Jacob leaned in and whispered, 'Don't act like you don't want it.'

'I don't.'

'Such a liar.' He raised his eyebrows, his cockiness was getting to him and it was pissing me off. 'John says your sin is wrath but I personally think it's between pride and lust. Guess we will find out soon enough.'

Crossing my arms, I was able to have Jacob back up a little bit. He barely budged but it at least it was something. 'You're unbelievable, you know that?'

'And yet you're still not killing me.' Jacob grabbed my chin, leaning in as he pressed his lips on mine.

My eyes widened and quickly, I scooted my head to the side. Jacob stared at me as I tried to catch my breath and slow down my racing heart. This was definitely not what I had imagine we'd do when I stepped foot into this cabin a few minutes ago.

Jacob Seed was not someone I'd want to be with, considering the damage and the torture that he had done to the citizens of Hope County. I was supposed to save them from him and his siblings. All of the feelings that I had was wrong but it felt so right.

'Just stop being a hero already.' Jacob pressed his body onto me, it was as if he read whatever was going on in my mind. I hated it so much, I couldn't stand that he made me feel so vulnerable.

Without hesitation this time, I crashed my lips and kissed him. It was like all of the sexual tension that we had in the past was finally being relieved.

In between the sloppy kisses, he grabbed my butt and carried me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gently put me down on the floor, hovering over me without breaking the kiss.

'Wait.' I breathed heavily, it was fascinating how long we went without taking a break at all. 'Are we seriously going to continue on the floor when there's a bedroom next door?'

'Are you f-' Jacob looked at me and then rolled his eyes, picking me back up. 'You're such a fucking princess.'

#jacob seed x reader #jacob seed x dep #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed fic #far cry 5 fic #farcry 5 fic #farcry oneshot #jacob seed oneshot

[herzineheropurse]

[ao3feed-farcry]

by Anonymous

Words: 2888, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Far Cry 5

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry)

Relationships: Jacob Seed/Original Female Character(s), Jacob Seed/Reader

Additional Tags: feeder jacob seed, BBW, ssbbw, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, feederism, Feeder Kink, Food Kink, Food Porn, Food Issues, far cry 5 - Freeform, Far Cry - Freeform, Weight Gain, Pregnancy, Kink, Fetish, Thigh Holsters, Dom/sub Undertones, Fat Shaming, Body Image, Body Worship, feeder, obesity, reader - Freeform, x Reader, feedee, Deputy, feeder au, Sexual Fantasy

#ao3feed #fanfic #far cry

[lethalchiralium]

Sunshine | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

a/n: heheh

warnings: children, mentions of childbirth, injuring others, knives, cussing, pain, tooth rotting fluff ❤️, fatherhood

summary: here she was. all of you and the best of him.

Her little hand couldn’t have been bigger than his thumb. Her little face soft and round, his rough hands seemed too dangerous to hold her but Jacob didn’t care.

He just stared, watching her little chest rise and fall, carefully moving away his dog tags from even thinking about touching her. A quiet gift from God, his own little being that he was responsible for. And no one could take her away from him.

“Jacob,”

Except you.

The new father looked to his other half, eyes heavy and arms out, asking for their child. He wanted a little longer, just another moment of this; watching their creation experience life.

He couldn’t deny you, he stood up and gently placed the creature in your arms. He was quick to move up her head, to cover the child with a blanket but that only made you wave him away.

“She’s my child too, Jacob.”

He didn’t answer, he only stood and watched you hold his little being, his dream come true. This nervousness that infected his chest was getting hard to clear, you literally birthed the child and he thought you were doing it wrong. Was this normal?

“Jake,” You whispered, Jacob’s blue eyes moved to his wife. You smiled. “She’s okay, come here.”

The cot wasn’t huge, you didn’t mind now but you definitely did when the contractions hit harder and harder. Jacob quickly placed his arms underneath your back and knees, picking you up gently as you almost howled in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispered, settling himself on the cot and you above him, allowing his arms to wrap underneath the little bundle of life. He placed his bearded chin upon your bare shoulder, only seeing her little nose from this angle but he didn’t care.

He wanted a family all his life, he was denied for so long, but now she’s here. She’s breathing the same air as him and you.

“We haven’t decided still.” You whispered, Jacob’s left hand pulled the blanket farther over your shoulder and covered half of the child’s already-bundled body. He grunted in response, pushing his head into yours, seeing a little more of his miracle. “Jacob…”

He hummed.

“You get to see her every day from now on.” You whispered, moving your head to kiss his head, resting your forehead against his temple.

“It’s like the first time I ever saw you,” He answered, his right hand rested on the side of their daughter and she quietly chirped. A smile appeared on his face. “I can’t take my eyes off of her.”

“Honey,” You kissed his cheek and he only hummed in return. “She’s your little girl forever.”

His tears were warm, his heart too; he thanked God for you. He thanked Him for bringing you into his life.

“Are there anymore painkillers?” Your head sunk back into his neck, exhaustion still creeping through your body. “I need them.”

“You just had some an hour ago,” your husband spoke, eyes still stuck on the little one. Your arms pulled her closer to your collarbone, closer to him. “You can’t take anymore for a few hours.”

“You sliced me open an hour and a half ago, Jake, please.” You mumbled, eyes closing. Jacob dared to shake his head, trying to remove the thought of your blood soaking his arms but he couldn’t forget the sight of his daughter, the second she drew a breath and let out a cry.

Jacob only pressed feather light kissed upon your head, you only groaned in response. “Give her to me so you can sleep.”

“No no, I can still hold her.” You mumbled, moving yourself down his chest, wincing as the pain shot through your whole body. Your baby didn’t even register it, sleep taking over the small being a long time ago. “You liked Maeve, right?”

“I liked Eden.”

“Of course you fucking did.” You laughed, Jacob chuckled in turn. “I like Abigail.”

“That means ‘joy of the father’, Y/N.”

“Nevermind. Chloe?” Jacob chuckled again, kissing your temple as his arms snaked underneath the child, pulling her from your arms to rest upon his own collarbone.

He looked at his daughter again, surprised to see his own blue eyes staring back at him. A smile tugged at his lips.

“Abilene.” He suggested, the baby cooed in response, and he smiled. “Adaline?”

The girl cooed again and he watched as the soft hand reached up to her eyes, rubbing them a little. Jacob could only watch as he moved her arm back down, and he moved the blanket up again, tucking that little arm into it before kissing her head. He looked to you, only seeing your chest rise and fall as you slept, then looking back to his daughter.

“We’ll ask mommy in the morning, Sunshine.”

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

Title: Stormy nights

Ship: Jacob Seed x f!reader

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

Characters: Jacob, Reader, mention of Joseph

Word count: 5436

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Canonise You (Jacob Seed x preg!f!reader smut)

What’s up dudes, @casino-lights and I are here to fulfill your pregnancy kink wishes because we know you love reading about Jacob breeding y’all, you can’t deny it. 8)

Warnings: pregnant talk of course, fucking in a holy place, smut obviously

Joseph had said, "Join me for a sermon tomorrow morning - I'd like to see you for this particular topic." Jacob agreed - reluctantly - upon the condition that his dear (Y/N) could join him. "I'm not leavin' her alone, Joseph," he'd said firmly. "Doc said the pregnancy could get rough. I gotta keep an eye on her... make sure this pup comes out strong enough to train." He had to keep appearances up, after all. "Of course, Jacob," Joseph answered. "She and her child seem to be important to you, and thus, important to me. I will see you both tomorrow morning."

After saying goodnight, Jacob went back inside his room and sighed heavily before glancing at the now-sleeping darling. Joseph took the sofa in the living room, hardly batting an eye at her, while Jacob slept beside her - after locking his bedroom door, of course.

In the morning, Joseph had already left to finish preparing his sermon, so Jacob was free to wake her with a healthy breakfast and a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Rise 'n' shine," he murmured as she opened her eyes slowly. "Or just rise. You're always shinin' to me. You sleep okay?" She woke up due to his soft-spoken words, blinking in confusion. Then, the memories of the past night came back to her, and a soft smile found its way on her lips. "Is Joseph still here?", she asked, rubbing her eyes as Jacob looked at her. "What the hell was that anyways last night? Did he not realize we were...fucking?", she continued, heavy eyes on Jacob. Oh, how much she had wanted to continue their little session, but Joseph and the fact that she was building a baby left her too exhausted.

"He's gone," he answered, sounding relieved. "He was... inspired, I guess. Told me all about his whole sermon. We're leavin' for it in an hour or so - wanted to give you time to wake up and eat first. He wanted me there, but I told him I wasn't goin' without you, so... he invited us both." With a small smirk, he added, "And... no. He had no fuckin' clue." She sat up while Jacob was talking, her eyes locked on his lips as she tried to listen to him as good as possible. But he was so cute...

"Okay good...can you prepare some tea and bread with marmalade? I will take a shower in the meanwhile!", (Y/N) said and stood up, had put on a sport bra and panties before she had fallen asleep. She was rather thin, making her baby belly stick out even more. The young woman headed to the bathroom, leaving Jacob alone in his bedroom. “I gotcha,” he answered, standing up and heading for the kitchen. By the time she was done with her shower, the tea had steeped long enough and the marmalade was at room temperature, so as soon as she was fully dressed, he was ready to serve her breakfast. He did so with a warm smile, his gaze soft as he looked upon this woman he’d grown so fond of. She stepped out of the bathroom, hair dry and her belly sticking a bit out of her bathrobe. She thanked Jacob for the meal and started to eat, rubbing her bump whenever she had a free hand. "You know", the woman started, eyes wandering from her food to Jacob, "I need bigger clothes, alpha. I am huge! You put a monster sized baby in me!"

Jacob leaned in and kissed her stomach briefly, then rose to kiss her lips. “Gonna be strong,” he said proudly, covering her hand with his much larger one. “Maybe we even got twins in there, hmm? Imagine that. A pair of pups just for us.” (Y/N) hummed against Jacob's lips when he mentioned the possibilities of twins. "This would kick your breeding kink even higher up. Next time you'd try for triplets, hm? My poor body...", she chuckled, but was not against that very idea. “Kink?” Jacob raised an eyebrow at her. “You sayin’ you think it turns me on when I fill you up? Over... and over... and over again?” He curled his thumb underneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his as he looked into her eyes. “You sayin’ it turns me on to see you round like this? Full of my cum? Full of my pups? You sayin’ it turns me on to think of doing this to you again? Cuz if you are... you’d be goddamn right, honey. It does turn me on. And as long as you can keep pushin’ kids out safely, I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you full of ‘em. Just... you... wait.”

Her jaw dropped a little bit at his words, not knowing how to react or what to say. His words hit her right in the core, her pregnancy hormones going even crazier at the thought of more. "And...and you know what?", she asked, tried to seem confident. "You are right. And you can do this to me...again and again." Jacob kissed her cheek once more. “Good,” he said, smiling at her. “Finish your breakfast. We’ll leave as soon as you’re done. And after the sermon, we’ll finish what we started last night.”

(Y/N) nodded and obeyed to his wish, finishing her meal in no time. All of this while focusing not to cum on the spot due to this words. An hour long drive later, the two were in front of Joseph's church and were greeted by follower and Jacob's friends. Every question about her was answered with 'She is a prisoner who needs special care', which wasn't such a lie in the end. She found a nice spot in the back of the church, luckily having enough space for her hurting feet and her big belly.

Jacob sat beside her, one of his hands always on her thigh as if he needed it to remind himself she was still there. The sermon was about the importance of family, about protecting and providing for them, and about how fulfilling the needs and wants of one’s family can bring blessings.  Jacob actually listened, for once. Perhaps that was why Joseph had been “inspired.” Still, by the end, he found himself feeling restless and bored, and he gave (Y/N)’s thigh a soft squeeze when Joseph finally dismissed the congregation.

“Stay a bit,” Jacob said quietly to her. “Once my brother leaves... we’ll have the place to ourselves.” His love stayed on her seat, and when Joseph passed her, he asked if everything was okay. "Of course,", she smiled at the Father, "My feet just hurt a bit. Jacob and I will stay for a few more minutes until the swelling has gone down a bit." She lied right into his face and did not even feel bad about it. Instead, she just wiggled on her seat, a weak try to provide some pleasure to her needy self. Finally, Joseph and the last few followers left, the leader even telling them to leave them alone, because a pregnant woman needed her time.

As soon as the doors were closed and Jacob was certain everyone was gone and would not be coming back, he glanced at her with a sly smirk and the hand on her thigh shifted down between her legs, torturously slow. “You like bein’ alone?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “In my brother’s church? You like sinning like this, hmm?”

"If I weren't a sinner, I wouldn't have ended in your cage in the first place.", (Y/N) said, poking fun at their first sexual encounter which left her pregnant. She spread her legs a bit more, had worn a dress because most kinds of pants were too uncomfortable for her. "But I only like sinning with you. Only you can fill me up like this, make me scream, put your baby in me..." Mmm...” Jacob hummed thoughtfully as he took his hand away from her thighs. He knelt before her, rubbing her knees gently as he spread them to accommodate him.

“Don’t you know churches are for praying?” He slipped his hand up her dress and ran his thumb along the length of her wet entrance. “And it looks like I have something to worship.” Slowly, he pressed kisses up the inside of her thigh, working his way to her core. He let out a soft, eager groan as he came to the apex of her legs, and he licked the length of her slit while his hands kneaded her thighs carefully. She watched her lover with big eyes, feeling so dirty and disgusting for fucking in a church. But it was also revenge on Joseph for interrupting them on the day before.

She leaned a bit back in her seat to give Jacob more space, cupped her belly as he licked her. A soft moan escaped her lips, and with this moment, all worries were forgotten. Because she was dripping wet for the father of her child. Jacob savoured the sounds she made and the way she tasted, and he slipped his tongue inside her before rolling her clit with his thumb. He hummed against her skin to give her that slight vibration as he ate her out like there was no tomorrow. This woman was going to have his child - more than one, if he had anything to say about it. He wanted to show her his appreciation. His respect. His love. So he took his sweet time with his mouth, letting her ride the pleasure to its fullest, spending every second absolutely pampering her with his lips and tongue. This wasn’t a mating press. This was making love.

"Jacob...", she whispered, trying not to be too loud. She could still hear people chatting outside, which made her feel even naughtier. His little bit of hair was barely visible from her point of view, mostly covered by her big belly. But this did not keep her from tugging on his hair a bit, encouraging him to go a bit harder on her. If there is something (Y/N) has learnt in the past few months, then that's every bad guy has a soft spot, or in Jacob's case, soft side.

Jacob groaned softly against her skin as she tugged his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He ate her out with renewed vigor, lapping and sucking and kissing her so tenderly as he drank in every sound she made. It was like music, sweeter than any of his brothers' hymns, and he sped up his pace to see just how hard he could make her cum. Her pregnancy left her needy and sensitive. In lonely hours without Jacob, she had explored all the changes from her body, how different every little touch felt. And orgasms were no difference. Even the lightest touch left her dripping wet, and Jacob's touch sent her straight into heaven. She got hold of his head and pushed it away a bit as she came, squirting her arousal over his chest and neck. Soft pants and moans, careful not to alert anyone out there, mixed with the splashing sound of her juices hitting against Jacob's chest. What a holy sound.

Jacob licked her off his lips and chin, skin glistening with her arousal, and he chuckled quietly. "Good girl," he said with a low growl. "I don't think they're watching," he murmured as he caressed her cheek. "Even if they were... let 'em." He smirked at her, scooped her up by her ass, and carried her to the center of the chapel, where he set her back down on the altar itself. "You still hot for me? Hmm? You wanna finish what we started last night?" Her grip on Jacob was strong as she pressed herself against his chest, only her belly in the way. "You get off to people watching us? Good to know...", she muttered, eyes wide as he sat her own Joseph's holy table. How would they be able to explain the mess...but in that moment she did not care, spread her legs. "What gets you hot, Jacob? I need to know..."

"Me?" He ran his hands along her body, moving from one of her soft cheeks down to her breasts and then to her round stomach. "You do, darlin'. You do." He kissed her neck, his beard scratching at her delicate skin, and he nipped and sucked at her pulse point until he left a bruise - then moved on to the other side. He was going to absolutely worship her today. To muffle her moans, she bit onto her bottom lip until she drew blood out of it. A single drop ran down her chin before she could wipe it away. "You are making me crazy.", she muttered, looked up to Jacob as if he was everything she ever needed in this world. "And I cannot wait...wait for you to breed me again. It feels so good. You feel so good...fuck."

Jacob kissed her chin, licking her blood clean in the process, and then he kissed her bloodied lips before saying, "Oh, honey... I will. You're gonna be round with my seed over... and over... and over again." In a rare, tender moment, he brushed her hair out of her face and added, "For however long you'll have me." "Until forever.", (Y/N) whispered, had closed her eyes during their kiss. Slowly, she opened them, and an unusual "need" was reflecting in them. She needed Jacob. No matter how or how long, just him. "Just...Jacob, please, fuck me.", she whimpered and spread her legs, her big belly just a bit in the way.

Jacob chuckled, kissing her cheek before wrapping his strong arms around her. He secured her with an arm around her lower back so he could hold her up comfortably as he tilted her back a bit for better access. With his free hand, he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down, letting his cock spring free before aligning it carefully with her entrance. He drew her close for a rough kiss, then pressed himself fully against her, shoving his cock all the way inside her with a deep grunt. He sighed, his eyes fixed on hers, and with that smirk she loved so much, he began to fuck her steadily atop one of the most sacred surfaces in Joseph’s territory. She held onto the altar for her dear life, biting her lip again as she tried to not scream in pleasure. But fuck, Jacob was so good. "Oh fuck.", she whimpered, feeling so naughty for swearing in a church - while getting her brain fucked out. His pace was hard and fast, barely fitting inside of her pregnant body anymore. Too big was her belly with his child inside...or children?

Jacob kissed wherever he could reach - mostly her belly, but she didn't mind - and with his free hand, he massaged her tender breasts as he pounded against her.  "You feel dirty, don't you?" He growled, breathing hard. "Fuckin' in a church? You love it. I can tell. You're so... goddamn... tight... You must be close. Didn't take long. How many times you think I can make you cum on this altar, hm?" She bit her lip, trying to hold back her orgasm, but the mixture between his dirty talk, her need for release after their unexpected visitor the day before, and the fact that she was even more sensitive...

A few strokes later, she came hard around Jacob's cock. She cupped her mouth, screaming against her palm as squirts of her juices hit the floor under them. Oh, how they would have to explain the mess...

"That's my girl," Jacob soothed, slowing down a bit as he tenderly cupped her cheek before resuming his pace. "But I ain't done with you yet." He brought his hand down between her legs and rolled his thumb across her clit while he fucked her just as hard and fast as ever. "That's one. What say we make it two?" She just whined, not able to speak again just yet. Instead, she nodded, and while she felt clearly overstimulated by Jacob's actions, the biggest part of her was becoming addicted to the man. She cupped her belly with her free hand, reminding Jacob of who he was fucking, and what goal he had.

He slowed his pace once more, covering her hand with his. "You feel alright?" He asked, clearly willing to put her comfort before anything else. "You wanna keep going?" She nodded, and finally removed her hand from her mouth. "Please!", she begged her lover, "I need you! Now! I need you so badly!" Jacob's lips curled into a smirk and he shifted a bit to fuck her at a slightly different angle before returning his hand to her clit. His thrusts became faster and the new angle felt better for both of them. He made sure not to completely overstimulate her, but he certainly didn't give her any reprieve as he continued to finger and fuck her.

"Yeah, you like being full with my child, don't you?" He panted, admiring her spread out before him. "You like being bred, don't you? You want me to do it again, don't you? Oh, fuck, yeah you do. I felt you clench up just now. You're such a little slut for me and you love it. And I love it." His words, his words, his goddamn words. (Y/N) whimpered under his touch, feeling dizzy as the pleasure became the only thing she felt. "Y-Yes", she moaned out, not caring anymore if anyone could hear them or not. "I love it, fuck, Jacob, please, breed me again and again! I need it! I deserve it! Just fuck me!"

He gripped her tighter, and as her delicious sounds filled the chapel, he felt himself coming to his peak. He brought her to the edge of a second climax, kissing and biting at her neck, and with a few more perfect thrusts, he finally came undone. He spilled his seed inside her, filling her, and leaving her dripping on the newly christened altar. She groaned as he filled her up, eyes closed, taking in the sweet sounds of her ginger lover. When Jacob slowly, teasingly, pulled out of her, their cum mixed together dripped onto the altar, making her blush. "If Joseph finds out he'll kill us.", she said, but could not hide her dazed, post-sex grin.

Jacob smirked before kissing her deeply. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. "You're beautiful," he said softly. "Now let's go home, hmm?" She sighed and nodded, got off the altar and straightened her skirt. "Good idea. I am kinda tired now. Can you make me some pizza when we are home?", she asked, a smile on her lips.

He kissed her cheek and redressed himself, then took her arm. "You got it, sunshine," he said before escorting her out of the chapel.

In their place, a couch was in the kitchen, because it had a double purpose as living room and kitchen. She was laying on the couch, cradling her belly as Jacob stood by the oven. "Hey! Can you put some bacon on my pizza?" He looked across the counter at her and smiled. "Sure can. Mozzarella and bacon." He began to lay pieces of bacon across the pizza dough and cheese he'd rolled out for her. "Anything else?" "Do we have ham? And salami?", (Y/N) asked, sat up as she had her hands on her belly. "You know I have been craving meat ever since you knocked me up!", she said, patting her belly and laughed.

He grinned. "Gonna be a strong baby," he said proudly as he fetched both meats from the fridge. "Or... babies. You think we got more than one in there?" He began to lay out the pieces of meat across the pizza. He certainly wasn't going to complain that he got to eat more meat on their pizza.

She looked down to her belly, then back up to Jacob. "I have the feeling that there is more than one in there. But I am not sure.", she said. "Thing is, I am huge already, and I am...six months in? I think six, yeah. But I look like I am about to go into labour any second!" The faint smell of the pizza Jacob was working on made her mouth water, and she became even more hungry. "Still can't believe I'm the first to have kids," he said, mostly to himself, as he slid the pizza into the oven. He set the timer and leaned against the counter, looking fondly at (Y/N). "I have to tell you, darling... still don't feel ready for 'em. But we got everything we need. Think I'm gonna make another crib just in case, though... maybe two more..."

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[solesurvivorkat]

AO3 Author Promo

Tagged by @noonvvraith & @teamhawkeye, thank you ladies!  :-D  <3

LONG post - I didn’t want to delete anyone’s name b/c all of us writers know how valuable word-of-mouth can be!  :-D (My personal AO3 info is at the very bottom)

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Thanks for the tag @novemberhush ! 💜

My fics on AO3 can be found here also under the name tabbytabbytabby. I’m gonna list ships I have fics for by fandoms below (since I have 640 fics across many fandoms and this seems like the easiest way).

Teen Wolf: Sterek, Thiam, Liam/Mason, Derek/Theo, Derek/Danny, Derek/Theo/Stiles, Sceo, Steo,  Isaac/Theo, Mason/Theo, Theo/Greenberg, Scott/Theo/Stiles, Nolan/Theo, Morey, Isaac/Nolan, Scisaac, Isaac/Danny, Liam/Isaac, Allisaac, Scanny, Scott/Nolan, Sciles, Stackson, Coach Finstock/Sheriff Stilinski, Laura/Marin, Laura/Lydia, Mason/Greenberg, Derek/Greenberg, Garrett/Greenberg, Danny/Greenberg, Danny/Corey, Danny/Jackson, Laura/Parrish, Allison/Violet, Cora/Lydia

9-1-1 / 9-1-1 Lone Star: Buddie, Tarlos

Merlin: Merthur

All American: Ashivia, Jasher

Game of Thrones: Braime, Gendrya, Theonsa

Chicago Fire: Brett/Casey

The Rookie: Chenford

Supernatural: Destiel

Harry Potter: Fremione, Drarry, Oliver/Percy

The Witcher: Geraskier

Prodigal Son: Malcolm/JT

Crossover pairings: Steve Harrington/Stiles Stilinski, Malcolm Bright/Stiles Stilinski, Draco/Theo, Allison Argent/Alaska Young, Olivia Baker/Greenberg, Dallas Winston/Billy Hargrove (and probably more that I missed)

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novemberhush:

Thanks for the tag @all-or-nothing-baby ! 😘 Everyone, go check out her fics!

Okay, folks, here’s my AO3 link. I go by novemberhush over there too and among my work you will find stories for:-

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Marvey (Suits)

Johnlock (BBC Sherlock)

McDanno (Hawaii Five-O)

Barisi (Law and Order: SVU)

Lewis/Hathaway (Lewis)

Thomas Barrow/Andy Parker a.k.a. ParkBarrow (Downton Abbey)

Thomas Barrow/Philip Lombard (Downton Abbey, And Then There Were None)

And my (so far) only attempt at writing something for the Supernatural fandom, a Dean/Sam Wincest fic (nothing physical actually happens between the guys, but there are incestuous feelings involved so it’s a case of don’t like, don’t read)

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all-or-nothing-baby:

i’m on mobile, so here’s a clunky-link… (ooh, I do like the way that sounds). if anyone is interested, i’ve got:

Destiel (SPN)

Megriel ( || )

Saileen ( || )

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

Sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Johnlock ( || )

The Unholy Trinity (Preacher)

Cherik (X-Men: Alternate Timeline Movies)

…and i have a lot I need to and will upload soon. also, i currently have some Symbrok (Venom) and Hannibal WIPs waiting in the wings.

all-or-nothing-baby | Archive of Our Own

my pseud is BundleOfSoy, btw

AND IF ANYONE WHO FANCIES GIVING ME SOME PROMPTS IN MY ASK BOX… ASK AWAY

…and i’ll take forever to write them! na, i’ll try my best xD

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verobatto-angelxhunter:

Quarantine Reading material!

To all my writers friends, let’s share our AO3 works with our beloved SPN fandom in these times of despair. Bring some sunshine to this family!

I’m BENKA79 in AO3 and here is my works link.

Love you all! 😘💕💕

Thanks for the tag @tabbytabbytabby!

My AO3 is here, and my fandoms are all over the place XD

Inception (Arthur/Eames), Teen Wolf (Sterek), How to Get Away with Murder (Coliver), Hollyoaks (Jarry), Dragon Age (various), Mass Effect (various), Marvel (Winteriron), As the world turns (Lure), to name the main ones, but there’s many others.

I would also like to take this opportunity to bring special attention to this fic (@spacerhapsody consider yourself tagged! :P) Please just click the link.

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Thanks for the tag @hazelestelle !!

I only wrote for one fandom (ME:A) and one pairing (f!reyder), but here’s the link to my AO3… Part 1 and 2 of Let’s Push Things Forward are completed, but concerning Part 3 I really don’t know if I’ll ever finish it… so, maybe best not to read that one, even though it’s prolly my favorite ;)

There’s also two smutty collections (here & here), for those of you interested xD

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Thank you for tagging me, @obvidalous ♥!

This is my AO3.

Nowadays, I’m only writing for Far Cry 5 fandom (and just one pairing, Jacob Seed/Female Deputy), but there’s also Mass Effect, Mass Effect Andromeda and Dragon Age one-shots there.

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thank you @starsandskies and @shellibisshe ❤️❤️❤️

my Ao3 is here

i’ve written for Far Cry 5, John Seed/Female Deputy specifically, as well as for Resident Evil, for Claire Redfield x Leon Kennedy

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@starsandskies @teamhawkeye thank you both so much for the tag, i pretty much saw this right when i woke up and it made my entire day 💕

My AO3 is here

Most of my writing there is Pacific Rim (Chaleigh for life) and a mix of FC4 (love writing Ajay) and FC5 (some reader insert/ a deputy with each of the Seeds).

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@weekend-writer , thank u for the tag, rey! <3

my AO3 is here ( i don’t like…post anything ever or really write anything unless my ONE brain cell demands it but there’s some trash there for u )

- fandom (s) : DAYS GONE, THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES, & FC5

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ME (SoleSurvivorKat):

Thank you again for the tag @noonvvraith & @teamhawkeye! Love you guys!  :-D  <3

HERE is my AO3 (’Kat123′).

I have 2 main fics/WIPs: one Fallout 4 one (’Shadow of Steel’ = FemSole/Maxson, FemLoneW/Danse), and one Far Cry 5 one (’The Book of John’ = FemDep/John Seed). I’ve also done a few one-shots & gift one-shots for people as well (which you’ll see on my ‘works’ page)

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[western-writer]

The Most Loyal Traitor: Part 2

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive speech, swearing, violence 

A/N y’all wanted a part two to this so here ya go! Hope it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Find part one on my blog.

Summary: the Resistance wants you back.

Your eyes scan the paper again and again and again. The words written on it are there, but you can’t bring yourself to believe what it says. 

“C’mon, you don’t really believe this bullshit, do you?” Jacob barks beside you. “They don’t want you back, they’re embarrassed that their transgression came to light. Now they’re tryna make up for it!”

When you don’t respond, Jacob storms over and rips the paper from your hand. “You’re not actually thinkin’ about meetin’ them, are you?”

You snap out of your haze and snap your head up to look at him. “Are you afraid that they’ll steal me away?”

Jacob doesn’t respond as he crumples up the paper and throws it away. “You’re not goin’. Understand?” 

“I wanna know what they have to say, Jake.”

“No,” he shuts you down. “Absolutely not. This could be a trap. They could kill you and use you against me or the others. No way.” 

You take a step back. “I need to hear what they have to say, Jake. What if you came with me?” 

“The note says to come alone.” 

You laugh a bit. “When have I ever followed orders? Just come with me. I doubt Mary May will be alone.”

You walk over to him carefully and place your hands on his face. “Jake, they won’t steal me away, okay? I just wanna hear what lame ass excuse or story they come up with. That’s all.” 

Jacob leans down and kisses you with hunger. You smile a bit and pull back. “You needy, needy, man.”

He chuckles a bit, bending down to pick you up. “Only for you, baby.”

Arriving in Fall's End is a weird feeling for you. You hadn't been back to the town in a long time and you really had no desire to return, even when John offered to let you help him take the town back. You declined the offer and ultimately, they ended up bailing on the plan to take the town again.

"Stay here," you tell Jacob when he parks the car.

"What? Hell, no. You are not goin' inside that bar alone."

"Too bad," you tell him. "If you walk inside with me, who knows what will happen."

Jacob gives you a hard look and you lean over to kiss his cheek. "Can you please just trust me?"

"It's them I don't trust," he grumbles. "What if they decide to cut off more of your fingers?" He grabs the your left and holds it yo to show you, as if you havent seen your severed finger. Your eyes fixate on the still bandaged pinky and gently pull your hand away from him.

"I'll be okay," you reassure him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

Jacob looks away from you. You sigh and step put of the truck. Surprisingly, he does as your requested and stays in the truck. Before you go into the bar, though, you turn to talk to him through the open passenger window.

"Hey," you say, making Jacob look at you. "If any thing happens, and I mean anything, I'll yell, okay? Then you can come save the day." You give him a small smile and he rolls his eyes, but you see the smile he's trying to suppress. Without another word, you enter the bar you used to love so much.

The Spread Eagle used to be your escape. It's where you'd go after a particularly rough day and Mary May would serve you drinks for no charge. She'd let you sleep off your intoxication upstairs and would leave water and painkillers for you to take the next morning. You'd stumble down the stairs and Pastor Jermone would place a comforting hand on your shoulder and the process would begin again.

How you didn't realize it before baffles you.

Now, as you under the bar, all you can think about is the pain and sorrow. You look at the floor next to the door and still see the blood stain you clothing left when Mary May had shoved you down.

"You fucking let them die!" she screamed at you. Your body, still covered in the blood of your friends, hit the ground as she pushed you.

"No, I didn't!" you pleaded. "I tried to warn them! They didn't listen! Mary, please, you've gotta believe me!"

"Part of being a good leader is having control over your group. Obviously, I never should have trusted you."

Those words hurt you deeply. After all the good you've done, you're being criminalized.

"Get out," Mary May said. "Get out and never come back. If you ever set foot in this bar again, I'll kill you myself."

You clambered to your feet clumsily and leave quickly. You stood on the porch, unsure of what to do, so you did the only thing you could think of. You went the home of Nick and Kim Rye. You were sure they would help you, but Nick greeted you with a gun to your head and a threat to blow a hole through your skull. Mary May must have put the word out right after you left, and here was your friend turning his back on you.

You had a suspicion that you were screwed, and the following days only confirmed that. Even people you had know for years decided to side with the Resistance. Even Sharky, who you were sure would take you in, turned you away.

You look up as you close the door behind you. Many eyes land on you and suddenly you feel uncomfortable. Mary May, Pastor Jerome, Nick, Kim, Jess, and Eli stand in front of you.

Mary May makes her way from behind the bar. "I didn't think you'd actually show!" she says loudly. It looks as if she's going to hug you and you put your left hand up, stopping her. "Right, right... Too soon?"

"Are you kidding?" you growl at her. Mary May taked a few steps back and putting her hands up.

You stay close to the exit and cross your arms, sighing. "Why'd you call me here?"

"Ain't it obvious?" Nick says. "It's for an apology."

"And to say we want you back," Kim adds.

"The Resistance is crumbling," Eli tells you, stepping forward. "Ever since you joined..." he hesitates. "them... we've been strugglin' to keep our heads above water."

"Yeah?" you question condescendingly. "And who's fault is that?"

"Look," Eli says in a tone that reminds you of when you'd be reprimanded by one of your parents when you were younger. "I get that you feel an obligation to them now, but we need you."

"Oh, you need me!? And where the hell were you when I needed you!?"

Eli stays silent, unable to come up with am answer.

"I came to you. To all of you." You look around. "None of you would even give me food. I was nearly starving by the time I came to you, Eli. Remember that?"

Eli stays quiet.

"You sent me away. Just like the rest of you. And now you want me to just 'come back' like you guys didn't abandon me? Like you weren't fully prepared to leave me to die?"

The group tenses as you hear the door behind you open. You turn your head slightly.

"I told you to stay in the truck."

"Since when have I ever followed orders?" Jacob responds. "You were takin' too long." He puts an arm around your shoulder and you assume it's some sort of power move. You know Jacob is possessive, he's shown it around his soldiers many times, yet you can help but feel like this is different.

"Jake, c'mon," you shrug his arm off you.

"Get out of my bar," Mary May orders.

"Sure," Jacob says. "As soon as (Y/n)'s ready to leave."

Jess lets out a growl and steps forward, standing too close to you. "That all it takes?" she hisses. "Just some good dick and you'd abandon us? Let us die?" She sticks an accusatory finger in your chest and you grab her wrist with your left hand.

"Last I checked, it was you guys that abandoned me and left me to die," you hiss right back at her. "Did you forget that you assisted your precious deputy in cuttin' my finger off?"

Jess looks down and rips her wrist out of your grip. You glare at her briefly.

"Did you really expect me to come crawling back?" you question them. "Me comin' here wasn't me tellin' you that I wanna come back. Honestly, I don't give a shit what happens anymore. I'm over it. My place is with him," you point to Jacob. "and if any of you try to ruin that," you look right at Mary May. "I'll kill you myself." You eyes scan the crowd one more time. "I'm warnin' you. This will be a battle you won't win. You will join us, or you'll die. C'mon Jake, let's go."

"How are you so sure!?" Pastor Jerome calls after you. You stop mid stride and turn to face him. "Because I'm seeing how the Resistance is crumbling. It's only a matter of time until all of you are gone." With that, you follow Jake back to the truck and you two go home. Once home, he's all over you, seemingly relieved that they failed to convince to rejoin them, even know you barely left them a chance to convince you.

In the end, you were right. Eden's Gate continued to gain more and more followers and soon, you saw some familiar faces at the sermons. The ones that realized they would lose ultimately joined Eden's Gate and those that refused met an untimely death.

Nick and Kim were the first to join out of all of your previous friends, joining not long after Rook gave up on the Resistance and joined as well. After John stole Nick's plane back and tore it apart, they knew this was the only way. They had not only themselves to look after, but also their unborn daughter. Over time, you gradually became close to them again and you became one of Carmina's godmothers.

Next to join was Hurk and Sharky. With their last chance having switched sides, they knew this would be a losing battle and hey, maybe they'd be able to regain your friendship. Like with Nick and Kim, you were able to rebuild the relationship with them as well.

Jess joined only because she realized she was no longer a help to the Resistance. They were losing at pace faster than she could fight. The two of you, once close, haven't quite reached that level of friendship again.

And, unfortunately, not everyone was willing to comply with Eden's Gate and were killed. Mary May and Pastor Jerome were killed when Eden's Gate reconquered Fall's End and Jacob eventually wiped out those still apart of the Whitetail Militia. This ended the lives of Eli, Tammy, Wheaty, and more. Adelaide died trying to protect her marina. Without the help of the Deputy, she never stood a chance.

Tracey tried to resist, but Faith managed to convince her join them and the sheriff soon followed. Vergil didn't survive and neither did Burke.

Staci Pratt was quick to officially join, especially after realizing that there was no winning this war. And as much as Hudson hated it, she joined too, if only to be there for her coworkers.

You and Jacob's relationship is stronger than ever and his siblings accept you as their own.

The Project at Eden's Gate has taken over the entire county and the Resistance has been completely eradicated.

You wish more people joined, but ultimately, the choice was theirs and you are completely content with you life now. For the first time, you feel as if you have a real family.

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