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papa-rhys · 6 years

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Gettin’ Off Lightly V1 (Jacob Seed X Reader)

Note: Okay, so I did two versions of this. I got inspo from the gif where Jacob stands on Rook’s hand in one of his cutscenes. You can check out the other version below. I just felt like writing some Nasty Jacob. Enjoy!

Summary: Reader had been locked in a cage for the best part of 3 days, and on top of starving them, dehydrating them, and putting them through his trials, Jacob thinks they need something extra to help get his message across.

Word count: 2109

Warnings: NON-CON, slight violence, Jacob being a prick.

You reach your hand through the bars of the cage, stretching as far as you can in an attempt to reach the quaint little music box that sits on the other side of the bars.

It’s so blatantly a trap. Jacob carries that music box with him at all times and it’s so perfectly placed on the floor outside your cage, just out of reach. There’s no way it’s a coincidence. It might as well have a cardboard box set up above it with a piece of string tied to a stick, just like in cartoons. The evil hunter would lure the poor animal in with a trail of treats and once his prey was in place, the hunter would yank the string and trap the pesky critter in the box, laughing and rubbing his hands together.

You knew Jacob was watching from somewhere, rubbing his grubby mitts together like that hunter; waiting for you to take the bait. So it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to you when his foot stopped down onto your hand, pinning it to the dirty ground.

You cry out in pain, looking up to find Jacob looking down on you with a devilishly handsome grin on his face – although, definitely more devilish than handsome, you think.

“Don’t worry, you'll be outta here soon enough,” Jacob says. ”Did you think you were free?” He asks, bending down to better look you in the eye. He removes his foot from your hand and you snatch it back, clutching it to your chest and holding it tightly in an attempt to ease the burning pain.

Jacob crouches down and there’s a few split-seconds of calm before he throws his hand between the bars and grabs hold of your face. He rises to his feet again, bringing you up with him and holding you as close to the bars as possible. You grunt and groan as his fingers dig into your cheeks, holding you in a vice grip and bruising your skin. By the time morning comes, you’ll have the impressions of fingers across your face and a boot print on the back of your hand; earning strange looks from Eli and the others next time you see them, you’re sure.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jacob says, holding you in place. You look up at him with a frown, your face smushed as he squeezes it between his thumb and fingers. “Did you think you were free?” he asks again.

“No,” you mutter begrudgingly, barely even audible over the sound of the crickets in the grass beyond the fence of the Veteran’s Centre.

“Speak up, soldier.”

“No,” you repeat, louder and clearer.

Jacob lets go of your face and you exhale with relief, stepping back from the bars and rubbing your cheek. Jacob takes a set of keys from his pocket and selects one before unlocking the cage door with it and stepping inside. He closes the door behind him and locks it up tight, shoving the keys back into his pocket. Your nerves creep up as he walks towards you and you back up with him taking a step forward for each step that you take back. He moves toward you until you’re pressed up against the back of the cage, pinned between the bars and the mountain of a man that stands before you, with your hand palms pressed flat against his stomach, trying to keep him from getting any closer.

You swallow, risking a glance at the prisoners in the cage on either side of you; all fast asleep on the floor.

“Don’t be lookin’ at them,” Jacob smirks. “They ain’t gonna help ya.” He reaches down and unbuckles his belt, grunting softly as he does so and brushing his rough hands against your stomach as he presses his body to yours.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and in an act of bravery or sheer stupidity, you shove Jacob hard, sending him stumbling backwards. Regaining his balance, Jacob glares at you with a pure rage rising behind his eyes. He steps forward again and backhands you across the mouth.

You buckle under the force, raising your hand to your face and spitting blood onto the ground. Wiping away the excess blood with the back of your hand, you look up at Jacob once more, finding him pulling himself out of his jeans.

“You’re lucky Joseph wants you alive,” he says, grabbing hold of your wrist and using it to pull you back into place against the back of the cage. You hold onto the bars behind you with both hands – stiff as a board and begging any higher power that may be listening not to let the surrounding prisoners wake up. “You’d be in an unmarked grave right now if I had my way, but since that’s not the will of The Father, I’ll just have to find another way to have my fun with you. The way I see it, you’re gettin’ off lightly,” he adds, stroking himself slowly.

Jacob reaches down with one hand and unzips your jeans. You flinch as he violently yanks them down past your knees and you flinch again as he does the same with your underwear. You step out of them and Jacob kicks them to one side. “Arms up,” he grins sadistically, tormenting you with his jovial soldier-esque attitude. You reluctantly raise your arms into the air and he pulls your shirt off over your head and throws it to the ground with the other garments. “That’s better,” he says, his voice a low, gruff grumble. “I like to see what I’m fuckin’ while I’m fuckin’ it. Otherwise, it’s like eatin’ dinner in the dark: you don’t get the full experience and it tends to get messy.”

He puts his hand on your waist – surprisingly delicately – and spins you around on the spot to face away from him. You grip the bars tightly as Jacob bends you over and kicks your ankles apart. “Good. Stay right there and for the love of God; don’t struggle,” he orders. “Or I’ll have to get my men to hold you down and I don’t think either of us want them seein’ what happens next,” he adds, leaning in over your shoulder and speaking the words right into your ear.

With not a single ounce of care or compassion, Jacob forces his way into you. A soft groan escapes your throat as he pushes in all the way, grunting at the sensation of your walls hugging him tightly.

“Damn,” he chuckles. “You’re tighter than I expected. This might be more fun than I thought it was gonna be.”

He starts off slow, taking his sweet time and indulging in the moment; a silver lining (albeit a small one) that you’re grateful for, as it doesn’t hurt so much… not yet, at least. You adjust your grip on the bars and glance sideways at the sleeping prisoners, desperate for them to remain asleep until this is all over.

“Y’know,” Jacob starts, pushing into you slowly. “I thought you were gonna be such a burden when Joseph told me to keep you here. I thought you were gonna be just another drain on my resources. But now… Oh-ho-ho boy –” He grunts as he pushes in deeper, pushing your whole body forward. “I’m really startin’ to see the benefit of havin’ you around,” he breathes.

You allow a tear to roll down your cheek, leaving behind a wet trail on your dirty, sweaty skin as you think about what Eli and the others would think of you. What would they see if they were here, now? Another victim of Jacob Seed’s evil streak, unable to defend themselves against him? Or perhaps they’d see an ally turned traitor, jumping into bed with the enemy to save themselves from a little discomfort. You look down at your feet and let the tears fall into the dirt between them.

Jacob’s movements become increasingly harder and faster; throwing you forwards with the force of each thrust. His hands wander everywhere – grabbing onto your hips, gliding over your ribs, running up the length of your spine. They’re rough and calloused and they scratch at your soft skin as they trail over it. They eventually find their way into your hair and he twists it around his fingers, tugging hard and yanking your head backwards. “Fuck, yeah,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just like that.”

He pounds you into the bars over and over again and you begin to whimper as a familiar feeling swirls around within your stomach, turning your hands and feet numb as it threatens to spill from your lips in the form of a loud moan. You clap your hand to your mouth, stifling that moan for as long as you can before you just can’t hold it anymore.

“You wanna come?” Jacob asks, leaning in and kissing your neck. “If you wanna finish, you’re gonna have to ask for permission.”

“Fuck you,” you grunt, shaking your head, deliriously. Mind over matter, you think, trying to talk yourself down from the proverbial ledge. Just hold it in.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Jacob asks. You can hear it in his voice; the shit-eating grin that’s plastered across his wicked, self-righteous face. He’s loving every second of this and you know that if you come, he’ll never let you forget it. He’ll hold this over you for as long as you live – and you plan on living for a good few years yet.

You try your best to stand your ground, but with your orgasm getting nearer and nearer – and fearing what Jacob might do if you don’t actually ask him for permission – you bite the bullet and give in.

“Please, Jacob. Please let me come,” you beg, your breathing getting shallow and fast.

Jacob leans in and growls in your ear. “Go on, then.”

You grip the bars as tightly as possible, turning your fingers pale. “Ffffff-uck,” you cry, forcing the words out with an exhale. Your eyes roll and your legs wobble as they struggle to support your weight.

Jacob laughs behind you and he holds onto your hips for dear life, trying to prevent you from writhing around or falling to the floor. “Look at that,” he says to himself with a wide grin, leaning back to take in the view of your trembling body, quaking and convulsing – still wrapped tightly around his cock. “Ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” he rasps, wrapping his arms around you and fucking you even harder than he has at any point in the last 10 minutes.

You rest your forehead against the cold metal bars and close your eyes, letting your body flop and be easily manipulated into whatever position Jacob wants you in.

“Fuck,” Jacob grunts to himself, quietly. “Yes, yes, yes – right there.” He gives a few more thrusts – deep and vicious – before coming inside you, shooting thick warm fluid that fills you up and drips down your thighs when he pulls out.

He steps back and admires you for a second, watching the shivering of your legs and the juddering of your shoulders as you cry, silently; still pressed against the bars of the cage.

He zips up his jeans and fastens his belt and you carefully pry your seized-up hands away from the bars and stand up straight.

“You can have a shower in the mornin’,” Jacob tells you calmly, as you slowly turn around to face him. “Wouldn’t want your legs gettin’ sticky.” You cross your arms across your chest, hoping to cover up some of your bare flesh as you stand naked in the cold midnight air.

“Th – thank you,” you pant, speaking in the meekest voice Jacob has probably ever heard.

“You’re welcome,” he says, kicking your clothes towards you. “Get dressed. You’ll freeze to death out here and I don’t wanna have to explain that one to Joseph.”

You bend down cautiously and pick up your shirt before pulling it on over your head. Jacob watches you for a few moments – a smirk still lingering on his features – before unlocking the door and stepping out of the cage. “I’ll be back to get you just before sunrise; we’ll get you showered before people start wakin’ up,” he says, closing the cage door carefully and locking it. “Get some sleep. You’ll need it for the shit I’m gonna put you through tomorrow,” he grins, shoving the keys into his jean pocket and walking away – whistling as he heads back into the main building.

You lean back against the bars and slide down until you hit the floor, throwing your head back and cursing whatever kind of God made a man like Jacob Seed.

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papa-rhys · 6 years

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Gettin’ Off Lightly V2 (Jacob Seed X Reader)

Word count: 1142

Warnings: Piss kink, slight violence, generally Jacob being unnecessarily mean.

You reach your hand through the bars of the cage, stretching as far as you can in an attempt to reach the quaint little music box that sits on the other side of the bars.

It’s blatantly a trap. Jacob carries that music box with him at all times and it’s so perfectly placed on the floor outside your cage, just out of reach. There’s no way it’s a coincidence. It might as well have a cardboard box set up above it with a piece of string tied to a stick, just like in cartoons. The evil hunter would lure the poor animal in with a trail of treats and once his prey was in place, the hunter would yank the string and trap the pesky critter in the box, laughing and rubbing his hands together.

You knew Jacob was watching from somewhere, rubbing his grubby mitts together like that hunter; waiting for you to take the bait. So it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to you when his foot stomped down onto your hand, pinning it to the dirt and gravel.

You cry out in pain, looking up to find Jacob looking down on you with a devilishly handsome grin on his face – although, definitely more devilish than handsome, you think.

“No,” you mutter begrudgingly, barely even audible over the sound of the crickets in the grass beyond the fence of the Veteran’s Centre.

“Speak up, soldier.”

“No,” you repeat, louder and clearer.

Jacob lets go of your face and you exhale with relief, stepping back from the bars and rubbing your cheek. Jacob takes a set of keys from his pocket and selects one before unlocking the cage door with it and stepping inside. He closes the door behind him and locks it up tight, shoving the keys back into his pocket. Your nerves creep up as he walks towards you and you back up, with him taking a step forward for each step that you take back. He moves toward you until you’re pressed up against the back of the cage, pinned between the bars and the mountain of a man that stands before you, with your palms pressed flat against his stomach, trying to keep him from getting any closer.

You swallow, risking a glance at the prisoners in the cages on either side of you; all fast asleep on the floor.

“Don’t be lookin’ at them,” Jacob smirks. “They ain’t gonna help ya.” He reaches down and unbuckles his belt, grunting softly as he does so and brushing his hands against your stomach as he presses his body to yours.

You buckle under the force, raising your hand to your face and spitting blood onto the ground. Wiping away the excess blood on the back of your hand, you look up at Jacob once more, finding him pulling himself out of his jeans.

“You’re lucky Joseph wants you alive,” he says, grabbing hold of your wrist and using it to pull you back into place against the back of the cage. You hold onto the bars behind you with both hands – stiff as a board and begging any higher power that may be listening not to let the surrounding prisoners wake up. “You’d be in an unmarked grave right now if I had my way, but since that’s not the will of The Father, I’ll just have to find another way to have my fun with you,” he says. “The way I see it, you’re gettin’ off lightly,” he adds, holding his cock in one hand and resting the other hand against the bars beside your head.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you risk a quick glance down at his cock. When you look back up, you find Jacob looking at you with a smile. “Like what you see, huh, sweetheart?” he asks. “Well don’t get too excited; that ain’t what I got in mind,” he says as he begins pissing on your legs, soaking your jeans right through.

You clench your jaw as the warm stream trickles down your thighs, pooling at your feet and seeping into the dirt beneath you. You grip the bars tighter than ever; hatred and disgust bubbling up inside your chest as Jacob snarls at you, still soaking you in piss. You swallow the rage down and close your eyes, trying to ignore the trickling sound and instead focusing on the crickets and the sound of the cool midnight breeze flowing between the cages.

Jacob finishes up and gives a few shakes; stroking his cock slowly for a few moments before stuffing himself back into his jeans and fastening them up. He reaches down and runs his palm up and down the wet patch on your thigh - creeping his hand inwards - and you squirm as he comes dangerously close to your crotch.

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” he says, stepping back. “Hey, if you don’t make it through my trials, at least we know you make a pretty good urinal. That can be your backup plan if you ain’t good enough to be a soldier.”

You open your eyes and watch as he approaches the cage door, stepping out into the courtyard and closing it behind him. “You belong here,” he tells you, shoving the key into the lock and turning it. “This is what you’re worth,” he adds, nodding to your sodden jeans. “Don’t forget that.”

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