#old man jacob seed

[passinoutpieces]

shhh, the old man’s taking a nap …

[imgnnafurgf]

Jacob agreed to join cult only because paying taxes in real world made his head hurt

[minilev]

[jacobsfat8inchc0ck]

Reason why Jacob refuses to stream his projects on live again.

[seedofjoseph]

Yeah, I need Jacob Seed to call me kid or kiddo.

[jacobseedstits]

The comedic potential between a jacob/dep/sharky throuple is unmatched and idk if I wanna read it or write it more

[direwombat]

today i give to you all a simple drawing of jacob seed smiling (based off this image of tom hardy). what is he so happy about? dunno. probably watching something objectively awful happen, but an old man is allowed to have some fun i think.

[lulu2992]

Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia

The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.

Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.

You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.

Part 6: Characters

Aaron "Tweak" Kirby

Uppers, downers, sideway-ers... Tweak is all about pushing the limits of the human condition.

Adelaide Drubman

A confident go-getter with deep pockets to do whatever she wants, like living with booze, bazookas, and boy toy Xander Flynn.

Bo Adams

A hardcore survivalist that chooses to live out in the woods and off the grid.

Boomer

A scruffy pal with unparalleled loyalty.

Cameron Burke

A U.S. Marshal with an agenda. The only thing standing between him and his political aspirations is the Project at Eden's Gate.

Casey Fixman

A grill cook with a classified past. Most locals don’t believe his outrageous war stories or the wisdom he serves up with every order.

Chad Wolanski

A self-styled prepper chef who sells food out of his food truck since his restaurant "The Grill Streak" burned down.

Dr. Charles Lindsey

A veterinarian drafted into service as a medic. There's no one else to do it, and aren't we all animals?

Cheeseburger

Orphaned as a cub and raised by Wade Fowler, he's the star attraction at the F.A.N.G. Center. He loves eating cheeseburgers.

Clutch Nixon

A legendary stuntman who left this world the way he entered it: Face first onto a pile of rocks.

Dave Fowler

Wade Fowler's brother, he runs the business end of the F.A.N.G. Center.

Richard "Dutch" Roosevelt

An old prepper who'd worked himself to the bone and lost everything even before Eden's Gate came to town. Same shit, different horse.

Dylan

(no description found)

Eli Palmer

A bonafide prepper and the leader of the Whitetail Militia. He helped Eden's Gate design their survival bunkers before he wised up.

Faith Seed

The Siren in the East. The youngest in the Seed family pacifies unruly followers to make way for the Collapse. Some believe she's only an illusion.

George Wilson

George is a Whitetail Militia and baseball enthusiast, but spends most of this time as a lookout because of his age.

Grace Armstrong

A medal-winning shooter and army sniper with a vendetta against Eden’s Gate.

Guy Marvel

A genius movie director envisioning a masterpiece of anarchy and gold statue wins. Even an auteur needs help to make movie magic.

Deputy Joey Hudson

One of your fellow Hope County Deputies who has absolutely no time for bullshit and has the fists to back herself up.

Hurk Drubman Jr.

His wit and intellect may have been blunted by paint huffing, but that hasn't stopped him from living a life of adventure.

Hurk Drubman Sr.

A retired oil baron who is the undisputed master of his domain... what's left of it after the divorce.

Jacob Seed

The Soldier in the North. The eldest Seed brother serves Joseph by creating the army that will defend the Project with their lives.

Pastor Jerome Jeffries

The local man of God who will do whatever it takes to protect the people of Hope County – even if it costs him his soul.

Jess Black

Dutch’s niece. Jess is a loner who nearly lost her life in Jacob's camps, only to discover a new talent in the process: killing Peggies.

John Seed

The Baptist in the West. The youngest of the Seed brothers, John is in charge of reaping the land of supplies that will help the Project survive.

Joseph Seed

The Father. The middle Seed brother heard a Voice that told him to initiate a great Project, to prepare for the Collapse of everything. And so he has.

Kim Rye

A world traveler who chose Hope County to put down roots, and those roots are on the way - she's in her third trimester.

Larry Parker

Genius or crackpot? Science will decide.

Mary May Fairgrave

The tough-as-nails barkeep who blames Eden's Gate for the death of her parents.

Merle Briggs

A local prepper. Merle could talk your ears off about his dream bunker, or the shelf life of canned goods.

Wilhelmina Mable

Wilhelmina Maybelline, big cat whisperer and taxidermist. The well-being of Peaches the cougar is her top priority.

Nadine Abercrombie

The last living member of a family of hoarders, though she considers herself a collector. Much classier than simply hoarding. And more selective.

Nancy

(no description found)

Nick Rye

The best dang pilot in Hope County. Give him a chance and he'll put on a show.

Peaches

The long-time pet of Miss Mable. Probably named for the color of her fur and not the sweet disposition she lacks.

Deputy Stacy Pratt (yes, his first name is actually spelled Stacy in the files)

One of your fellow Hope County Deputies who’s a good cop when his ego doesn't get in the way.

Dr. Sarah Perkins

A lone biologist determined to unravel the mysteries of how Jacob's Judge wolves are created.

Sharky Boshaw

A wanted arsonist, Charlemange Victor Boshaw IV hides out where he can live his fire-blazing, rockstar fantasies.

Sherri Woodhouse

She gave up city life, opened a fishing store, and began the hunt for her family’s missing legendary whiskey.

Skylar Kohrs

A high-powered expert fly fisher hell-bent on landing a legendary fish.

Tammy Barnes

Once a homemaker, now the chief interrogator for the Whitetail Militia. They say her marshmallow blondies are to die for.

Tracey Lader

A woman determined to bring down Eden's Gate, especially Faith. They used to be friends and the sting of betrayal fuels her wrath.

Virgil Minkler

A trusted mayor for the past 7 terms, now hell-bent on stopping the production of Bliss after it took the life of his son.

Wade Fowler

The co-owner of the F.A.N.G. Center, an animal rescue facility that takes in orphaned wild animals.

Walker

A member of Eli's Whitetail Militia.

Wendell Redler

He made it through Nam with his buddies. Now he’s an old man, his buddies are gone, and this is not the America he fought for in his youth.

Wheaty

The smart-ass quartermaster for the Whitetail Militia who also has a radio broadcast to counter the Father's propaganda.

Earl Whitehorse

The devoted sheriff of Hope County. He believes delivering justice with a gun should be a last resort. On the eve of his retirement, duty calls.

Willis Huntley

Just a man in love with the good ol' US of A.

Xander Flynn

Left California for Hope County to detox from the city life. Ended up finding "modeling" gigs at the Drubman Marina, and a cult cramping his style.

Zip Kupka

A self-proclaimed conspiracy "realist" who finds a new reason to hate the government with each passing day.

There were three more:

Coyote Nelson

Fishing is life.

In the files, Coyote Nelson is the name of the fisherman you meet at fishing spots.

Morris

A bright kid of Blackfoot heritage and the go-to person for all things computers and arcade machines. He keeps it on the down low.

The character’s full name apparently is Morris Aubrey. He’s the person who’s always near Far Cry Arcade machines and telling you how “awesome” the game is.

Scooter

A supply runner for the Whitetail Militia.

All I know about Scooter is that, according to a deleted mission objective, this character (who was also cut) was supposed to be escorted to the Wolf’s Den at some point.

[passinoutpieces]

rough 4 am sketch of old man jacob seed

[paradlselost]

CRIMSON.

JOHN SEED X FEMALE DEPUTY

Sort of a dump, I was really debating on just publishing this as a WIP but I was halfway through the smut and decided to just finish it. Not my best, but I tried to go for a more canon accurate John, which means he’s a major freak in this sorry :/

I mentioned it in the fic but didn’t go too deep, I kinda love toying with the idea of a more selfish deputy - humanizing them. If I were to ever write a longer fic with more of an oc-ized version of the deputy would anyone read? Let me know.

I probably won’t post about John Seed or FC5 for a little while after this. I have ideas for a Black Noir (my bbg) fic and then a Father Paul Hill one from Midnight Mass cause I love religious trauma as y’all can tell. I do also like indoctrinated!deputy so maybe maybe eventually I write about that.

2.7k words

content warnings: mentions of cutting into flesh. smut — dubcon, choking, blood play (John being a freak sorry), dryhumping, oral (m receiving), fingering, debauchery in a house of God.

She should’ve known from the start, when the crackle of her radio sounded, interjecting her music with his voice; that this request was nothing but trouble. But rage had blinded her, wrath seeped into every pore in her body, selfishness.

It was never the Deputy’s plan to become the symbol for the resistance, even after the blades of the helicopter stopped, and smoke and fire billowed out from the engine. Even after Dutch saved her and enlisted her help, and despite the stories from countless other resistance members, she only really had one prerogative; save her friends. 

Hudson, Pratt, Whitehorse. Trapped in the claws of the cult, it was her duty to get them back, and despite the help she had been giving to the resistance, those were the only three people she cared about.

He knew this, stalking her like a cat preparing to pounce, he watched every facet of her life from the moment she ventured into Holland Valley that he could. A selfish little thing, ripe for his obsession.

John Seed was a proud man, bold and brave as he had so eloquently begged Jacob to put in his song. His pedestal as a Herald inflated his ego, the knowledge that without him Eden’s Gate wouldn’t have prospered nearly as much fueled his narcissism, which is why he surrounded himself with only the peggies who would do anything for him.

He isn’t sure whether new members are supposed to pledge their lives to him and the cult, but it sounds so sweet when the floor pools with the blood of their atonement and he coaxes those little words from his new followers' lips. His tongue is coated in silver, he loves this new power, and she threatens to take that from him.

He knew she wouldn’t be as proactive if he crooned to her that he had a resistance member or two, and she would swing in guns blazing if he claimed to have Hudson right beside him. So, instead he played on her curiosity, that little nudge in the back of her mind that forced her to seek him out whenever he called. Like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck you, Seed!” Voice so filled with venom it might’ve burned a hole in the floor, he tilted his head at her profanity, a sadistic grin playing on his face.

Hope County was filled with little white churches, chapels with steeples that attempted to reach to the heavens above. She assumed they were much more lively before, now most were barren except on Sundays, when the peggies who could not fit onto Joseph’s compound would listen to him under random roofs of God.

This. He chose to be under the white ceiling specifically, to call her into the thing she had been fighting against. To hear her screams echo against the chipped painting that decorated the walls, for her blood to be stained on the old wooden floorboards.

Curiosity killed the cat. She was stupid enough to venture into his trap, falling to the ground when hit hard enough over the head, and now she was stupid enough to attempt to fight off the peggies that held either arm.

“Such profanity. You’re in a house of God, Deputy, mind your tongue.” He scolded her as if she was a misbehaving child, as if everything she had ever done could be chalked up to that. A spoiled rotten brat.

His fingers danced over the tools he had brought with him, his trusty tattoo gun being at the top, but an assortment of knives he also deemed fit for this occasion. Oh, the blood she would spill for him, he became giddy at the thought.

“Get off of me-! Woah woah woah- hey stop!” Yelping, she still attempted to fight off the peggies that held her arms, she shied away when he advanced toward her, tattoo gun in his hands. He had tried this before, she knew what he was doing.

“No one here to help you now, Wrath. Don’t try and fight, your atonement will hurt much less if you cooperate.” He was too calm for this situation, a practiced art he had been through hundreds of times. It was a skill, making people spill their most intimate secrets, a skill he had perfected.

The Deputy was a fighter, through and through, though John could understand Jacobs words. She was weak without her companions, without pastor Jerome stealing her from her atonement, or Nick Rye strafing his armed convoy, she was nothing now - and it was almost endearing to him.

With her hands bound, she resorted to spitting that same venom that she held in her words, marking his perfect face with her saliva. He grimaced, wiping it off his cheek before it trailed down to his beard, pretty blue eyes flashing with that same bloodlust that dictated his every waking moment.

It was shocking to even the peggies that held her when he grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the ground and straddling her hips. His hands shook with anger - the same wrath that he deemed consumed her now making an appearance in himself. Two sides of the same coin, two heads of a snake.

Her head ached now, body feeling as though it was echoing. A second blow to the back of her head that surely would’ve knocked her out if the pain of his tattoo gun wasn’t keeping her grounded. She didn’t know how fast he had ripped her shirt, or how long it would take for him to carve her skin, but she was reduced to pained whines and pleas for him to stop.

And he relished in the noises she made. The blood that covered his hands and trickled down her chest wasn’t an unusual sight for the herald - but her being the one under him made it all the more exciting. His Deputy, his wrath, his perfect rival. The peggies that stood above him now didn’t matter, and what are they to him anyways? Expendable followers he could use, the Deputy was everything.

“Yes yes, c’mon, keep pleading…” How could he help it? Her eyes half lidded as she looked up at him, hands no longer bound by the peggies now loosely grabbing the wrist that held the tattoo gun in an attempt to stop him. She looked so pathetic under him, so why shouldn’t he grind himself against her when his pants were so uncomfortably tight?

Her words didn’t quite reach his ears, not as he waved his followers out - who hurriedly scrambled in embarrassment. The old church was silent, save for her soft sobs and his intense breathing. His hand still placed over her neck made her choke on her words, which only fueled his desire. He could crush her windpipe, her life rested in his hands, and maybe he would’ve if the nagging reminder that she was the only way he was getting into New Eden wasn’t playing in the back of his head.

His ticket, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her.

He removed his hand from her neck as he finished carving into her pretty skin. WRATH, her own personal scarlet letters. He hummed, looking down at her with lustful eyes, fluttering between hers and the blood that pooled on her chest and trickled down her body to the wooden floor below.

She hated the feeling that bubbled in her chest as the pain subsided, now only a dull ache danced with the look he gave her, how he rubbed the tent made in his pants against her. No doubt, a mark had been left on her neck - his handprint, a reminder. The world felt silent at this moment, when she should've pushed him off.

Selfishness. Prioritizing that small ache he gave her over what she should be doing. Finding anything to act as a weapon against him.

But she didn’t, not as his head lowered and she was greeted with his perfectly slicked back hair, shaking hands reaching to play with a strand. A soft grumble came from his throat, tongue lapping at the blood that trickled down the valley of her chest, tasting what he had drawn out of her.

“What are you doing-?” Her voice was soft, he barely heard it over the ringing in his ears. Too long had he been subjected to resorting to his hand when he thought about her, or messing up his silk pillowcases with his pretty ropes when she teased him over the radio. He had her under him, he wasn’t going to let her go now.

“Shh.” His voice was more scolding then he meant it to be, his tongue traveling from the blood he lapped at down to her budding nipple. He wasn’t gentle, and why should he be? After everything she had messed up for him, he felt it justified to bite down on her pretty flesh, pulling at the bud as much as he wanted.

He relished in the pretty, pained moans that fell from her lips, how her back arched into it. Two sides of the same coin, both reveling in whatever pain was brought to them.

The Deputy’s head tilted back, allowing him a chance to latch onto her neck as a vampire would, smearing the blood on his lips all over her pretty skin. He bit, marking her with his teeth over the forming bruises from his handprint. His hands, decorated in the crimson from his hold on the tattoo gun traveled down her body, painting her in her own red.

He slipped his hand below the rough fabric of her jeans, being met with a contrast, soft and delicate and slightly damp. A soft grumble left his lips at the feeling; which were still pressed against her pretty neck. He felt the way her breath hitched as he ran digits over her most delicate areas. Being so close to her neck, he felt how her muscles tightened and how her breath hitched in her throat.

Lifting her hips to meet his tattooed fingers, a small admission of need. She bit her bottom lip to suppress the noises that tempted to fall from her lips - not wanting to give him the satisfaction. They were still enemies, still rivals, at least to her. 

John on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine, relishing in how she moved against his hand, grinding herself through the fabric of her underwear. He bit down once more, slipping her out of her jeans and grabbing her hips, sitting up and pressing his pelvis against hers.

“John- John cmon…” Head thrown back, panting as she grabbed at the blue silk of his top. He tilted his head down at her, a sadistic smirk playing on his features.

He always took what he wanted, no matter who it was, and the Deputy was no exception to this. To him, it was God's Grace that placed them both here, that gave him the opportunity to rut his hips against hers.

The bulge in his covered jeans met her underwear, fucking himself against her covered cunt. He leaned down overtop of her, panting against her ear. Hot breath on her neck, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with his heavy breaths, and of course his restricted cock grazing just over her clit every couple of thrusts, it was enough to make any girl's eyes roll back.

He stopped, only for a moment, but long enough for her to let out a needy whine, lifting her head to see what he was doing. Tattooed fingers worked the EG belt off, letting his pants pool at his ankles. He wasted no time once they were off, underwear meeting underwear as the outline of his dick was much more pronounced.

“Fuck fuck, put your head back. Fucking-… good girl.” He groaned out, one hand leaving her hips and grabbing at her pretty hair, pulling her head back against the cold wooden floor of the church. She ached, head pounding and echoing from the injuries earlier - but the feeling of him fucking himself against her needy cunt kept her grounded.

In this moment, she needed him, needed this feeling to not pass out.

He tilted his own head back, sweat casting a slick sheen over his skin. A hand dipped against the drying blood on her chest, gathering what he could over his fingertips before bringing them to his lips, sucking on the bloodied digits. He groaned around his fingers, muffling the moans that threatened to fall.

The head of his cock strained against the blue fabric of his boxers, hips thrusting sloppily against her as his hand tightened on her hips, leaving pretty marks in his wake. One thrust, another thrust, and finally another before white pooled at the head, spurting out of the tiny holes in his underwear.

Panting, he finally moved his fingers out of his mouth, cleaned off the blood and tilted his head down at her almost mockingly; he got to finish, the cum that leaked from his underwear dripping down onto hers, and she didn’t get to. He relished in that, that power he had over her.

“H-hey! Not fair!”

“Oh, Deputy. Come here, maybe I’ll let you get off.”

He grinned as he stood up, fixing himself before moving back onto one of the pews, watching her scramble over to him. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand as she kneeled in front of him. Her head pounded harder, eyes a little woozy.

“Poor baby, rest your head, sweetheart.” He teased, a sadistic grin on his face as she nodded and rested against his thigh, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. He couldn’t help himself, not if she looked so pretty right there in his grasp. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair, watching her confused expression as he moved the blue fabric off of his legs, dick springing up as it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Guiding her head over it, watching her part her pretty lips to suck on his leaking tip.

Milking his cock, swallowing the spurts of salty seed that spilled onto her tongue. She drained him for all he’s worth, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was soft and gentle in this moment, noises falling from his lips that told her how good she was doing. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be sucking off John Seed of all people.

He grinned as he watched her, once he was satisfied with the way she suckled on him, he grabbed her chin and pulled her off of him. Guiding her up to her feet, he let her loom over him. She wasn’t intimidating like this, he didn’t know if it was because he had just fucked her over their clothes or because she was relying on him for an orgasm, but she seemed almost adorable.

His lips found her neck once more as she leaned against him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder. He forced her to stand, to spread her legs to allow his fingers to feel the now wet fabric of her panties. He hummed in satisfaction, moving them aside and tracing a finger over her slick folds.

A soft gasp left her lips, grabbing onto his shoulder and attempting to move back to look him in the eye. He grumbled, forcing her in that same position as he bit down on her neck, pushing a finger inside of her at the same time. He loved the moans that fell from her lips as he pumped a digit deeper inside of her.

Another finger stretched her out, deep enough to hit those nerves that made her legs tremble. She whined, shaking against him and propping herself up as he continued to pump in and out of her. He pulled away from her neck for only a moment, watching the way she buried her face against him and laughing softly.

He added one more finger before her legs fully began to tremble, grabbing onto his shoulder. Pumping more, fully reaching those nerves, which caused her to spasm around him, her orgasm flooding around his fingers. She rocked against him once or twice, chasing her high.

“Look at you, Deputy, needing me. Did I make you feel good? Use your words.”

[alchemistoftheend]

TMA: Trailers Pre-S1

0.1 Seed

A currently unknown voice is speaking

It chants this quote 6 times

“Vigilo. Audio. Opperior.”

The phrase is latin for “I watch. I listen. I wait.”

Sticky Note

the word “magnus” is latin, denotatively mean great or large, connotatively mean mighty powerful or impressive

0.2 Pre-Launch Trailer

Introduction to Johnathan Sims, the New Archivist of the Magnus Institute

Mention of Elias Bouchard, currently position unknown but he seems to be Jon’s boss

The former head archivist, Gertrude Robinson, has left the archives as according to Jon “a dreadful mess”

“speak ill of the dead” so presumably she’s gone

Jon has been struggling to record certain “as he puts it bizarre statements” digitally bc of severe audio distortions

He’s found an old tape recorder and making a test recording

Statement

Statement of Jacob [Redacted] regarding “god knows what”

Original statement given July 15, 2011

“It’ll get you too. You can stare all you want, make your notes and your inquiries, but all your beholding will come to nothing. When the time arrives, and all is darkness and butchery, you’ll wish you had stopped listening and run”

Post-Statement Thought

Who/What is it?

What will happen when the time arrives?

“stop listening and run”👀

this sounds really doomsday/pre-apocalyptic

Sticky Note

I know that these statements will make allusions to one or multiple entities/fears but i don’t know what that means in context of the plot

stare/behold - The Eye

all is Darkness - The Dark

butchery - The Flesh, Hunt, or Slaughter????

0.3 Launch Trailer

Statement of Nathan Watts regarding an encounter on Old Fishmarket Close, Edinburgh.

Jon gets interrupted by a noise and asks if anyone’s there

Mention of Martin Blackwood, current position unknown

“I swear, if he’s brought another dog in here, I’m going to peel him” 😦🫢

I thought this man was his lover?????

“Vigilo. Audio. Opperior” gradually getting faster and more frantic

Post-Statement Thoughts

Who is chanting? What for? A summoning, ritual, or idk

The same chant from 0.1

[jacobsfat8inchc0ck]

Jacob is against John’s usage of food delivery services, it goes against his alpha code 🙄

[lethalchiralium]

I Wanna Be Yours | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think I want to leave you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[seedofjoseph]

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Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn Relationship(s): Jacob Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 450 Warning(s): polyamory; pregnancy

You send your son off to sleep with a kiss on each eyelid. With a sigh as soft as the afternoon breeze, he curls up against Jacob's chest.

"Took him long enough," he whispers, one large hand of his covering the entirety of the toddler's tiny head.

"He has your eyes," you tease. "Always vigilant."

Before he can protest, you turn towards Faith whose eyes fluttered shut before her nephew's. You kiss her lashes, too, thanking her for tiring him out.

"I got the Old Man's eyes," he sunk further into the animal furs. "So did Joseph. And John."

"That's some strong seed," you poke at him again, propping yourself up on an elbow.

"You'd know, angel," he winks, playing your childish game.

"I mean it," you say, serious all of a sudden.

It startles him, but not sufficiently to disturb the slumbering child lying on top of him.

"I think he's yours," your voice is barely audible as you burrow your teeth into his bicep, biting lightly.

"Too handsome," he humors you, snapping his teeth close to your face. "Looks like Jonny when he was a kid," he smiles at the memory and at his nephew (or son). "Ma couldn't stop snappin' pictures of him."

"And now John can't stop painting him," you smile at the thought of your baby's father (or uncle) fretting over you shifting in your seat while posing for the portrait. "I wonder if they have functioning cameras in Prosperity," you speak aloud the thought of travelling outside of New Eden.

"Don't let Joseph hear you say that," he shakes his head.

Faith yawns, wrapping one lazy arm around you. "Don't let Father hear her say what?"

You and Jacob duet as you shush her.

"Oh, he's sleeping?" She speaks against your spine. "Sorry."

"She wants to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbours," he rises from the cot, heading for the crib.

"A camera," you correct him, getting comfortable in her caress.

"I'm gettin' Jonny away from his paints and we're goin' scavengin'." Jacob's joints pop as he lets go of that small, fragile bundle of flesh and bones in his arm. "Sun's still up. Who knows, maybe we'll get to snap one before it goes down."

"Look out for each other out there," Faith joins their foreheads, stroking his red and silver mane.

"Our babies need all three of their dads," you struggle to stand up in a sitting position as he places his forehead against yours. "Come back to us alive."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes you as he stands back up and pops his back.

And, as Faith eases you back into her embrace, he smiles down on your belly which grows bigger by the day. Maybe this one will come out looking more like his unpretty self. Or, maybe, he and his brothers would have to mount you a third time.

[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 ❤️

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on yet another wonderful wipsday~!

if there's one thing about me, it's that i like to explore the brother dynamic between the seed boys and katc is no exception <3

Edited to fix the a factual error. A massive thank you to @the-silver-chronicles for catching that jacob fought in iraq and not afghanistan (as i had mistakenly written 💀)

“So, the Cleansing,” Jacob says, pointedly changing the subject. “How’d that go?”

[Joseph] sighs heavily and crosses his arms, leaning his hip against Jacob’s desk. “John nearly drowned the Deputy and she nearly scratched his eyes out.” 

Jacob snorts. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

A fond, yet knowing smile graces Joseph’s lips. He nods, but it quickly grows melancholy. “I worry about him,” he confides. 

“He’s your little brother, Joe, it comes with the territory,” Jacob shrugs. 

“Maybe,” he hums, and he lapses into a brief, but thoughtful silence. Then, his brow creases and a realization flashes in his eyes. He looks to Jacob, cocking his head to the side. “You worry about me,” he smiles. 

Jacob leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. With raised brows, he regards his brother with detached incredulity. “Every damn day since you were born,” he grunts. It didn’t matter how much they bickered or how badly Jacob had wanted to stick Joe in a cardboard box and sell him for the price of an ice cream. At the end of the day, it was Jacob comforting baby Joseph when he couldn’t stop crying of colic. It was Jacob who stepped up to take the blame whenever the Old Man got pissed off. It was Jacob who set the barn ablaze just to get them away from that damn foster family. 

There hasn’t been a single day where the health and safety of his brothers hasn’t crossed Jacob’s mind. Especially after they were separated. Juvie, Iraq, wandering the streets of Rome with just a duffel bag and the clothes on his back, it was the dream of finding his brothers again that kept him putting one foot in front of the other, even when it would’ve been easier to fall back into his grave. 

Of course he worries about Joseph. And John. 

Hell, he even worries about Faith. 

They’re all he has left. He’ll do anything to keep them safe. 

But that isn't what this conversation is about. 

He scrubs his hand over his face and sighs. “Look,” he starts, “John didn’t really know you before you found him in Atlanta. He didn’t have the chance to outgrow the big brother worship, so you’re getting it now. He wants to impress you. Make you proud.”

“I am proud of him,” Joseph counters. “He’s come a long way from John Duncan.” He spits John’s former surname like it physically hurts him to say it. Whether it’s disdain for the hedonistic habits their brother used to entertain or contempt for the people who turned him into such a beast, Jacob can’t be sure. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Not that it should matter anymore. John is a Seed. He’s their brother. 

“Have you told him that?” Jacob asks. 

Joseph opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates. “No,” he says eventually. “No, I suppose I haven’t” 

“Might be a good place to start.” 

Joseph nods, but the slight downward tug of his lips belies the gesture. “I just…I worry about his behavior. It’s been getting more erratic. Did you know he killed one of our flock last night? After we lost the Deputy?” 

Jacob lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. He hadn’t been aware of that particular homicide, but does remember the first time John had called him panicking because he’d wrapped his hands around Lana's throat and didn’t stop squeezing until it was far too late. He’d helped him dispose of the body and kept things quiet. As far as anyone is concerned the former Faith's death had been purely accidental -- just an unfortunate misstep that sent her plummeting down Horn Serpent Cave.  

But Joseph is right. John’s behavior is impulsive at best and dangerously erratic at worst. Jacob desperately wishes he knew how to fix it, but short of a fucking time machine, he’s not sure there’s much he can do. For better or worse they’re the culmination of others’ failures, and they’ve all had to grapple with that in their own ways. Joseph found his Faith. Jacob found Purpose. And John, much like the toddler Jacob remembers leaving behind, will do anything for attention and affection. Even if that means hurting and killing anyone he thinks stands in the way of him achieving those things.

“Ever think he might feel threatened by your flock?” Jacob asks. 

The look of utter shock that crosses Joseph’s face gives Jacob his answer. “What?” 

“You and I had more time to get to know each other,” he says simply. “John didn’t. He’s more like the rest of your followers than I am. He knows The Father more than he knows Joseph. He wants your attention and knows that zeal and devotion are ways to get it.”

“I suppose I’m not very good at this whole big brother thing,” Joseph sighs. 

“Nah, you’re just out of practice.”

Joseph lifts his thumb to his mouth and chews at the corner of his nail -- a childhood habit that’s persisted despite the lemon juice and clear nail polish their mother had used to dissuade him from it. “What do you suggest I do?” he asks after a long moment. 

“Christ, Joe,” Jacob breathes, and he mutters a quiet sorry when his brother shoots him a harsh look for his language. “Just…” He sighs. “Just listen to him, okay? And don’t patronize him. Despite our memories of him, he isn’t two anymore. He’s a grown man. Treat him like one. You trusted him with the Valley for a reason. Let him prove to you that he can handle it and try not to get in his way. The training wheels are long overdue to come off.” 

A gentle smile creeps across Joseph’s face. “I should be so lucky that God has blessed me with such a wise older brother.” 

Jacob’s eyes are rolling before he can stop himself. “None of that leaves this room,” he says gruffly. “Now, speaking of younger brothers, did you want to see the Deputy’s or not?”

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