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deputyash · 8 months

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Ships as Tarot Card Pairs Quiz

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to do this quiz! Thank you! :D

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Dove x John:

the devil + the emperor

There's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. You two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. When they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. Your hearts beat for one another. When the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. Until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise. Deck: the tarot of vampyres.

Dove x Grace:

the devil + the emperor

Dove x Cooper:

ace of cups + ten of cups

Your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. It starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. And from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! Your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. Neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did. Deck: thelema tarot.

Dove x Anya:

ace of cups + ten of cups

Lyla x Daud:

the two of cups + the star

Your romance is a wish granted. Finally, finally, they're here. Finally, *it's* here! The time where you don't have to feel lonely anymore - you'll never feel that way ever again. Laughter, joy, sweetness, kisses - be at ease. All of these are things you have found someone to share with. Your love is a dreamy fantasy of love and devotion and miracles. At first, your chest gets too tight when they're around - until they become as natural as the air in your lungs. Deck: ethereal visions tarot.

Izel x Astarion:

the devil + the emperor

there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise. deck: the tarot of vampyres.

#Dove goes all in with her partners haha and they usually do the same for her #Lyla and Daud's is surprisingly sweet 🥺#Izel & Astarion are still pretty new so I'm still gauging their relationship but this works for now lol - its my brand of ship #Side note - not totally happy with izel & astarion's banner but I dont have photoshop rn so it's the best I can do #my ocs #deputyash's ocs #dove ash #lyla blackwood #izel #dove ash x john seed #dove ash x grace seed #dove ash x cooper mccoy #dove ash x anya cherkov #lyla blackwood x daud #izel x astarion ancunín

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harmonyowl · 2 years

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Cat and Bird

So I decided to write a companion piece to @deputyash's writing from Grace's perspective, so read her version here to get Dove's perspective. Thank you for writing it love! 💕

Pairing: Grace Seed x Deputy Dove Ash

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Suggestive-ish content, Mention of blood

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The footsteps coming up behind him made the man flinch, dirt and stone digging into his trembling knees but he didn’t dare lift his gaze from the ground in front of him. Soon a pair of heeled boots came into his view, then the legs crouched down until Grace’s face was at level with his own.

‘Now you seem like a smart man,’ he lifted his eyes up to her face and was met with a kind smile, ‘will you do what I have asked?’

He looked over to his left where his two companions had also been kneeling, bullets lodged in both of their heads and blood pooling around their fallen bodies. They had said no to her. He was very aware of the gun being held to the back of his head by her Chosen and he nodded shakily.

‘Good,’ Grace held the radio up to his face, ‘say exactly what I tell you and then we’ll send you off to John, nice and easy.’

She pressed the talk button and the static noise drew his eyes down, he opened his parched mouth to speak:

‘Deputy Ash, come in Deputy Ash…’

The Deputy was starting to twitch and Grace could see her head groggily move, anytime now then. Taking the final sip of her coffee she placed the mug on the table next to her and crossed her leg over the other to wait. Grace could see Dove try to move her arms against the rope and she smirked a little, finally Dove lifted her head to look ahead and her body froze when she saw her there. Grace didn’t say anything for a full minute, just watched Dove dazedly look around, the last tendrils of Bliss still clinging to her as she became more and more visibly uncomfortable.

‘I’m so glad you could stop by for a little chat, Deputy.’ Despite her voice being quiet, it seemed to hang in the dark room around them. Dove just scoffed in response.

‘It’s not like I had much of a choice.’ Grace just chuckled and moved forward in her chair, still snarky, very well.

‘Twenty-four,’ She pauses for effect, ‘does that number mean anything to you?’ Dove didn’t say anything, but her face showed how utterly confused she was and her eyes kept glazing in and out, this wasn’t exactly how she imagined her first interrogation with Grace to go. Her jaw clenched a little and her body started to tense, like Dove was readying herself for something; she was trying not to give anything away to her.

‘That, Deputy, is the total number of vehicles and properties that you’ve destroyed in the last five days alone,’ Grace tutted and shook her head mockingly, it was honestly quite a feat to watch this one woman undertake such destruction, John was definitely not impressed. ‘And who knows how many lives you’ve taken.’

Grace stands from the chair and walks closer to Dove until she’s standing right over her, making her look up, getting into her personal space. Dove just glared up at her defiantly, but Grace could tell the Bliss was giving her some trouble with holding her head up.

‘Would you like to explain yourself?’

‘Not particularly.’

Roving over Dove’s face Grace collected every bit of information possible, she was very confident despite the situation and seemed to be bordering on smug. The Deputy was proud, and Grace could use that in time. She wandered back to her chair and stood behind it, tapping her manicured nails on the metal back.

‘You’ve been a busy girl, haven’t you?

Unwittingly, Dove went to shake her head but she stopped with a groan as her head lolled back. Grace just sighed and sat back in her chair to wait for Dove’s attention to come back to her, but her eyes remained closed and her brow was furrowed in pain. Completely destroying her family’s hard work tended to leave one susceptible to injury.

‘Deputy,’ Dove’s eyes reluctantly opened again, ‘if you answer my questions, we can get you patched up. Sound like a deal?’ Grace pointed her hand to her longer table in the far corner that held her interrogation tools and the yellow first aid tin.

‘Fuck you…’ She just cackled, it was a mean sound, and made Dove flinch from how it pounded through her pained head.

‘In due time, sweetheart.’ Grace continued, she wanted to know how it was possible for one or two people to destroy so much in five days, but mostly she just wanted to see the Deputy’s tells. ‘I heard you were destroying my brother’s silos in the Valley. Would you like to tell me why?’

There it was again: pride.

‘Have you seen those things? They’re an eyesore. Not to mention they’re a danger to the people. I mean— they’re so explosive. One little grenade and they go up in flames.’

‘Oh, do they now?’ Only one little grenade? Good to know Deputy, thank you very much.

‘It’s my duty to keep the people safe and unfortunately they had to go.’

The cheeky smile would have been charming to Grace if Dove hadn’t been the biggest pain in her ass since the Reaping, but if she was trying to piss Grace off, she would have to try much harder. She was used to dealing with some of the most insufferable people on this planet, and she was also used to knowing how to bring them to heel when she wanted them to. Grace couldn’t help it, she stood from her chair and walked back over to lean down to Dove’s face, she reached for her chin and pulled her face closer. Warm eyes meeting her own blue ones as she forced the Deputy to see nothing else but her.

‘Deputy,’ the title rolled out of her mouth, long and almost melodic, ‘What is it you and Jess Black hope to accomplish by breaking into the Gardenview Packing Facility and stealing the Project’s shipment documents? You know John is not as nice as I am when provoked.’

That got a reaction, a spark of anger, the Deputy seemed to take offence when her companions were threatened. Because that was a threat, and both of them knew that. Grace moved her hand from Dove’s chin and tucked some hair behind her ear, face full of condescension, but she couldn’t help the smug smile that overcame her features at the Deputy being visibly affected by her touch. Maybe she wasn’t the only prideful one here.

‘What’s wrong? Why so shy all of a sudden, dear?’

‘I…I’m not.’ Dove stuttered and Grace just moved her lips around to her ear, so close she almost brushed her lips against them when she whispered.

‘You’ve been such a bad girl, haven’t you, sweetheart?’ Dove had completely frozen and Grace didn’t think she could sit any straighter, ‘you know what we do with bad girls, don’t you?’

Dove just stuttered again with an entirely red face, and when Grace moved her head back around she saw that the Deputy was entirely unsubtly looking at her cleavage. Well, if it worked to throw her off her rhythm…

‘My eyes are up here, Dove.’ When Dove’s eyes automatically snap up from embarrassment, Grace just clicks her tongue at her with a smirk and folds her arms over her chest to accentuate it further. ‘A little distracted are we?’

The Deputy tries to play it off nonchalantly but it’s too late, she was caught, and still looked clearly flustered by Grace still being so close. Once Dove’s eyes started to wander around, Grace grabbed her chin again and made her refocus, a smile that edged on mania spreading across her face that seemed to be a trademark for the Seed family. It simultaneously drew you in and unsettled you.

‘Dove—’

Grace was cut off by the door opening and Michael from one of her recon team’s asking for her, she just sighed deeply and returned her attention to Dove once he’d left. Releasing her chin she cooed sympathetically.

‘I’m afraid our little chat is being cut short.’

Dove just watched as Grace ran her fingers through her shorter hair, she could feel the grease and debris from whatever her last exploit had been before she slid them down to the back of her neck.

‘Don’t look so distraught, dear, you’ll see me again.’

She wasn’t sure why she did it, But Dove’s reaction seemed to be the answer to that as Grace leaned in and placed a light kiss on the corner of her lips. Dove didn’t reciprocate and Grace kept her eyes open to watch her stunned reaction with great amusement; she hummed against her skin when Dove’s eyes fell shut, she assumed unintentionally. As if it suddenly occurred to Dove what she was doing, Grace felt her start to pull away and she just chuckled and stood up to start walking away. Turning once she got back to her chair she pointed at Dove:

‘Don’t go anywhere now, alright?’

With a final look at her tools on the far table, Grace left the room and closed the door behind her. Michael was quietly waiting outside, shuffling in his spot and looking apprehensive. So this was bad news.

‘What is it?’ He moved in closer to her, wringing his hands a little before shaking them out.

‘There’s chatter of a defector.’ She froze for a moment before sighing, closing her eyes and rubbing them tiredly before she composed herself again.

‘Let Simon know and have him send out a team to retrieve them.’

‘And if we can’t get to them?’ Grace gestured for her Chosen, who was guarding the door dutifully, to follow her as she walked towards the stairs that would lead her higher in the farmhouse.

‘Kill them.’

Only when her Chosen had caught up beside her halfway up the stairs did Grace speak to her:

‘Kara, please start moving some of the essential staff away from the path out of here, I’d hate for the Deputy to kill them when she escapes.’ Kara frowned and grunted, and Grace looked over to catch her confused expression. “Yes, I’m sure our little bird is trying to use my knife to cut her bindings as I speak, or at least I expect her to be.’

Grace stopped at the top of the stairs causing Kara to do the same, ‘do give her a good show when she comes through, and-’ she stopped Kara as she went to leave, ‘I want eyeballs on her at all times when she gets out. I want to know where she frequents, I want to know her habits, who she talks to most, what she does when she’s injured, and in what region of Hope County she’s in, got it?’

Kara nodded and left in the opposite direction to carry out her will. Grace walked towards the security room and unclipped the radio from her belt, setting it to the right frequency.

‘Come in, John.’ She didn’t have to wait long.

‘Gracie, what can I do for you?’

‘Some more of your silos are about to go up in a spectacular blaze courtesy of our dear Deputy, my estimate would be the ones that are furthest away from Crane’s Farmhouse.’ There was a pause from his end.

‘What makes you say that?’ Grace hummed with a wide smile.

‘Oh, I just poked a little bit and the Deputy is going to want to antagonise me back. She’ll be with someone non-stealthy, Boshaw or his cousin, you might be able to catch her if you send some extra people.’ There was another pause but it was much longer this time, Grace hoped that meant he was taking her advice. How many times did she have to be right before he just took her word for it?

‘Alright then, maybe you should warn Jacob that Jess Black no longer has her Deputy leash.’ Opening the door to the security room Grace walked up to one of the monitors, she watched a black and white video of Dove cautiously opening the door and peeking outside before darting down the hallway.

‘Hmm, that’s a good idea, I’ll radio him after this. Oh and John-’ Grace’s fingers tapped the space next to the release button for the front door, just waiting for the Deputy to arrive, ‘we need to talk in person about some security changes.’

And with a smile, Grace just sat back and watched Dove scurry through her interrogation outpost every step of the way.

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aboyshapeddog · 1 month

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WIP ⚠️

Jacob Gives Staci The Boyfriend Treatment

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Drug Use, Smut, Unhealthy Dynamics, VERY Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub dynamic, Bliss = Slutweed, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Intox Kink, Dark, Massages, Rough S*x, Daddy Kink (kind of), PWP, Violence

Staci wasn’t allowed to consider refusing the Seeds, ever; the thought alone was in a territory his brain was no longer wired to reach. So when the Herald of the whitetails offered him a lit joint (what the fuck), his only questions were internal.

“Finish this for me will you?”, Jacob’s grumbling voice brought him to focus, the thing hadn’t been touched. Staci couldn’t remember the last time he’d smoked either. The familiar and just as unfamiliar smell filled his chest, it made his stomach twist. “Yes Sir.” Staci agreed like his words meant anything, then he reached for it, whatever the fuck it was.

“Aht aht aht.” His hands were both held still by one of Jacob’s own, whose movements always seemed to be a step ahead of his somehow. Instead the larger man pinched the burning piece between two fingers and brought it directly to Staci’s lips.

His voice was low, “Show me you know what you’re doing first, Deputy”. Staci didn’t hesitate, he leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the end of it, looking down as he took a sharp pull, to save himself from the intimacy of connecting eyes. He coughed into his hand, and smoke puffed out through the spaces between his fingers. Jacob smiled and let out a short laugh, “Been a while?” the personable part of Staci wanted to smile too, he didn’t. The joint was pressed back against his lips, he caught Jacob’s eyes this time; they were calculating, observant in the same manner he used to track deer, fowl, and rabbits; prey.

When Staci inhaled this time it was long and slow, like a well deserved drag from a cigarette; his mother would be sick at the sight. He was reminded of the D.A.R.E. t-shirts she’d gotten them both after attending a program at his high school. The smoke curled in his chest, he let it idle there before blowing it out of his nose with practiced grace. Sorry Mom. Jacob’s grin then was something Staci recognized too - wolfish, wild, and fucking ecstatic, the cat that caught the canary, he could be sick.

Jacob released the deputy’s hands and moved to his large oak desk, grabbing a clipboard off the top and clicking a pen. he motioned with one hand for Staci to approach, and Staci, like a good dog, silently took his position beside and behind Jacob.

The large man scribbled on the sheet in front of him, every once in a while pausing to think . . . creating a brief permeating silence before the scratching would continue. Jacob held the joint in his left hand, lifting it into Staci’s space with one hand while the other continued to jot notes. Pratt had to lean down to get his mouth on the thing, so he leaned.

As he took another long pull, Jacob turned to look at him directly; eyes like dissection pins, the thoroughness of the examination made him falter. Staci coughed again, and Jacob scratched another note on the clipboard. They locked eyes and Staci felt a nail through his gut, Jacob was studying him.

Knowing Jacob, this could be like his own personal project ARTICHOKE. Staci’s thoughts were already racing; jumping off the springboard of paranoia, and here he was, anonymous test subject PEACHES directly under Jacob’s thumb. No, that’s what angels were for, come on Staci. He took another big hit. Jacob hummed to himself “Only You”, glancing back at Pratt every once in a while. Staci stared straight ahead.

The nervousness clawed at his gut like it could tear out of him and save itself from whatever fate awaited its owner, he couldn’t stop himself, “What’s in that?”. His voice was hoarse from the smoke and disuse but he kept it steady, he cleared it and continued “uh, Sir.” Jacob ashed it before turning to face the deputy, “Worried about something?” He chuckled, only waiting a moment before standing to his full height and sticking the blunt between Staci’s parted lips. “It’s a personal blend, a gift.” He spoke with the same nonchalance he used when noting ration cuts and delivery schedules. “You’ve been promoted to my personal food tester, Pratt.”

Jacob sparked the lighter underneath it again, watching the cherry turn bright red as Staci hesitated. Exhaled. Then inhaled.

They stood in silence, the sound of the second hand of the old clock on the wall struck like thunder in Staci’s ears. “Tell me, how are you feeling?” What kind of question was that. How should he be feeling? He was lonely, tired, hungry, he couldn’t remember being anything else since his arrival. “Sore.” Oh yeah, that too. Somehow while he was stuck in his own head, Jacob had closed the distance between them again, staring down at his deputy and taking in every minute expression. “Sore.” Staci said again, his words seeming less and less of his own volition.

The redhead turned his partner around, pulling the small man’s back to his chest, and firmly running his hot hands down the younger mans sides “Here?” he asked. The sensation sent shivers down the deputy’s spine, he could feel his muscles twitch under the contact. “Umm, no actually. More near my uh neck, and shoulders.” Jacob released his hold and went to note something on his clipboard, Staci charted every movement. Then Jacob’s hands were on his shoulders, thumbs digging into his trapezius, the pressure, pain, and relief almost made his knees buckle. Jacob noticed “Right here?” his question was more of an acknowledgment, but Staci answered anyways. “Y-yeah. Right there” his voice was as low now as it was rough, jesus did he really sound like that.

He should stop, he thought to himself, really, but god his mind was racing. When was the last time somebody had touched him like this, when was the next time anyone would take care of him again, if there was a next time. “Stop thinking so much Pratt, I can smell the smoke coming from your ears.” Was he that obvious? Staci relaxed into the other mans touch, taking another drag of the “personal blend” and letting his head loll to the side. The deputy allowed himself to be completely hypnotized, eyelids fluttering shut, and taking deep, heavy, breaths.

Jacob worked silently, a silence the deputy had come accustomed to, diligently massaging the tight tissue; stretching and kneading the others tan skin under his fingertips. Staci let out a breathy groan, shocking himself out of his trance. He shot up to perfect posture. Only to be shoved down into Jacob’s chair, “I said relax, Pratt.” And he did, taking another hit, fuck he was already so high he was laying back nearly boneless in the Herald’s arms. “Now-“ the older man started, continuing to massage as he spoke, “How are you feeling?”. Staci sighed deeply. Warm, fuzzy “Good” he breathed out, “A little uh lightheaded, and uh”, horny- his eyes flitted open. Not now, not with half a mind in front of Jacob. Mot like he could help it but holy fuck now was not the time. “Good?” Jacob responded, running his hands up and down the younger mans sides. Staci tried to ignore the way it tingled in his gut “Yes Sir, Good. Thank you, Sir.” Jacob smiled. “Good.” He removed his hands from Pratt, who promptly began tensing and relaxing his closed fists on his thighs, while Jacob made another quick note on his board.

He was back, again, in the blink of an eye, now sitting on his desk across from Staci. The mountain before him leaned down slowly, taking the brunettes ankle in his hand and unlacing a boot, then sitting himself back upright, bringing the socked foot into his lap. “How about here Pratt, this sore.” His voice was lower now too. “Yes Sir.” Pratt answered too quickly, wanting needing Jacob’s warm hands on him again. Jacob smiled. “Alright Pratt, that’s good, i’ll take care of you.”

Jacob slipped off the man’s jeans and continued his slow methodical journey of tenderizing every bit of meat on his body; cracking toes, and rolling his ankles, then firm squeezes up around his claves to the pits of his knees. Staci was in heaven. Sinking deep into his seat still smoking like a chimney, he was reduced to muted gasping and groaning through a fist over his mouth, while the joint burned down to the filter. Jacob, ever the observer, took hold of it when the stoner started burning paper, casting it aside to his pristine ash tray before getting right back to work. “How are you feeling now, Staci?”Jacob’s voice tickled in the deputy’s ear, he smiled and puffed out the last bit of smoke he’d been holding through his nose, “I’m-“ he interrupted himself with a short laugh “I’m excellent.” He smiled wide before adding “Sir.”

Jacob smiled back, nowhere near as lighthearted. “Excellent?” he asked, and Staci knew that smile; he’d been on the receiving end every time a food can had been placed just far enough out of reach. But right now, body and mind singing praises for the earth Jacob walked on, he cherished it. His body seemed to follow his thoughts without filter, leaning closer to the Seed as he nodded “mmhmm.” Jacob let him, leaning even closer so he could whisper in the younger mans ear. “Well isn’t that nice. Unfortunately I don’t think that’s true, Peaches.” He slid a firm hand slowly up the muscle of Staci’s thigh, inching his way in to press his open palm hard against the fat bulge in the Deputy’s briefs. Staci gasped loud, shutting his eyes as a wave of pleasure crashed over his body, “Fuckin- mierda.” he choked. “You’re telling me you don’t want any help with this, sweetheart?” Jacob tutted, grinding the heel of his palm against Staci’s hard cock. “Dios mio, please.” Jacob loved it when he begged, with those wide brown cow eyes, long dark lashes, and pretty pink lips always a little wet and raw from being chewed on.

“Oh don’t you look pretty.“ He admired with clear condescension. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, Staci; ask me to take care of you.” The poor kids mind must have been a soup, Jacob knew it. The way he blinked slow, his eyes seeming to get stuck on one thing or another for too long. But now, he was pink, in his cheeks and his fingertips, panting with his legs spread wide for Jacob; his eyes practically crossing as he made contact. “Take, take care of me. Please, Sir.” Perfect. “Atta boy.”

For Staci it was a blur, hot hands everywhere, manipulating his drunk feeling body. For Jacob it was tying his own neck with a lobster bib, pulling the smaller man’s briefs down and spreading his knees over his own. Jesus, Jacob thought, the poor mutt was leaking already. He didn’t hesitate, sliding his hand over the top of Staci’s cock, and twisting his fist over the dripping head just so- “Ahnnnn fuckingh Jake-” there it was. “That’s right, i’m gonna make you feel real good.” Pratt really knew how to whet his appetite. Jacob spit directly on Staci’s cock, and used his free hand to squeegee saliva straight from his tongue. Staci just took it, lying still while Jacob violated his mouth, it made Jacob hungry.

He pulled his wet fingers out of Staci’s mouth and coiled them in his hair, wrenching his head back so Jacob could lick the inside of his mouth. Staci stuck his tongue out for good measure. “You fucking whore.” Jacob panted wet breaths into Pratt’s mouth, “You take off your pants for every man that gives you a joint?” Staci kept his tongue out. “This is all it takes to get you swallowing my spit and humping my hand, a little brain buzz and a few minutes of the boyfriend treatment. You are pathetic, Peaches.” The Herald ground his cock against his the other man’s ass as he spoke. The deputy’s wordless whines dripped drool on his uniform shirt.

Jacob used his larger size to keep Staci pinned in place, one arm holding him tight, and the other jerking his cock at a torturously slow pace. Staci begged and bucked his hips, dizzy with endorphins, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Well, not literally. Jacob heard every halted “oh god” “feelssso-“ “mierda” and reveled in it. “please, uhn- Jay“ Oh he was perfect wasn’t he. “Jesus you’re a fucking mess.” The herald chastised like it didn’t turn him on even more.

“You like it when a big man takes charge of you?” He lined up a slick finger with the smaller man’s hole “Hmm Staci?” and shoved it in deep. “Yes. Yes, Sir.” Staci would be mortified at the degradation if he weren’t on the verge of exploding. Jacob thrust his finger in and out of the deputy, switching their positions again so he could slip in a second. Now he had the younger man balancing on tiptoes, bent over his desk, hard cock hanging over the edge. Staci’s legs locked at the knees to present his wet hole like breeding stock. The deputy pressed his forehead against the cool polished wood.

Jacob fucked two fingers in, curling them as he slowly pushed in and out of Staci’s tight heat. “Alright, yeah. I’ll be your Daddy.” Jacob grunted, starting to work his own cock with oil and line it up with his partner’s entrance. Then so slowly, pushing the head in. “oh fucking God.” Pratt whimpered, and Jacob just as slowly rolled his hips, fucking deeper into the smaller man with every motion. Staci whined when their hips met, gasping, and hiding his face deeper in his arms as the clap of Jacob’s hips against his ass echoed through the room. Fuck this was so dirty.

The herald started picking up his pace, and force, the kid had his fun, now it was Jacob’s turn. He grunted with every thrust, leaning down to squeeze the deputy’s cock as he bottomed out, slamming deep against his prostate. Moans were pushed out of Staci’s lungs now, with every connection of their hips his back curled, shoving his body forward like dead weight. Jacob was so deep it almost hurt, “W-wait can you, uh Jay-“ a hand was thrown over Staci’s mouth “Not now sweetheart, it’s Daddy’s turn” he sounded as sympathetic as he could manage as he pinned into the other man with reckless abandon. A gargled moan with drool slipped through his fingers, he smiled wide, and pressed a kiss to the deputy’s back. He fucked into Staci like a toy, gripping his hips and pulling them hard against his own. Staci’s legs trembled, switching from one foot to the other to keep his ass high enough for Jacob’s liking. “That’s a good boy.” Staci whined again, causing more drool to pool beneath Jacob’s hand.

“Just like that.” And just like that Staci was cumming, choking out a moan and fat white puddles between Jacob’s uniform boots. His legs trembled and he fucked into nothing as he eked out the last drops.

This was overwhelmingly ignored, save for a low whistle Jacob let out at the sight, and it sure was a sight. Staci collapsed in from of him, hair slick to his face from tears, sweat, and smothered drool. Jacob fucked him mercilessly, still tugging at his pink cock as it dangled between his legs. “Please Jacob it’s too- it hurts, please I can’t.” In lieu of a verbal response the other man bit him, hard at first, before licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders; it mixed the sensitivities excruciatingly. Then Jacob was growling right in his ear, “I’m gonna get every last drop out of you, then i’m gonna breed your little ass”. It was all so much. The larger man fucked continually, hard and deep, pin pointing his sensitive spots with every thrust. His hand too, twisted around the head of his cock, teasing the over sensitive slit like he meant torture another orgasm out of him. “Please, I-“ his mind went completely blank, knees folding and collapsing again into Jacob’s arms.

It wasn’t long before Jacob joined him, thrusts becoming more sporadic, and harsh before “Fffuck.” Jacob panted, now directly into Pratt’s neck as he crushed the poor man beneath him. Staci could feel the warm semen dripping down his thighs, it made him shiver. He felt disgusting, truly, but Jacob all over him and inside of him it felt so so good. The older man grumbled above him, lifting himself off of the deputy slightly, and slowly pulling out his cock. More cum on the floor, now dripping directly out of his ass and Staci could feel it.

Staci made to stand up himself but Jacob pushed him back down, and said“Stay.” So Staci stayed, until Jacob came back with a damp cloth, wiping him down thoroughly with a gentle hand. Staci didn’t dare utter a word.

They were both dressed in no time, Staci itching to run and hide in the nearest shower or cage for eternity. “Before you go..” Jacob started, “Yes, Sir” Staci was too eager again, “How are you feeling?” The question felt heavy without the lip loosening that the drug had given him, he really couldn’t say, he really shouldn’t say . . . “Sore, Sir.” came out again, and he was. Jacob scribbled down another note on his clipboard, seeming to finalize whatever assessment he’d been conducting. “Good.” In his experience, Good could also mean Dismissed; Staci walked to the door before turning around, and pausing, “I think the blend is good, Sir. If you want to try it yourself. Sir.” They locked eyes, reading one another for what felt like minutes, and there was that hunters look again. “I’ll make a note of that, thank you, Pratt.”

#WIP #ns/fw #jacob x staci #jacob seed/staci pratt #staci/jacob #nsft #staci pratt #jacob seed #jacob seed x staci pratt #READ THE WARNINGS PLEASE #here’s a short one .. these are all works in progress cause i don’t have the time right now to fine tune everything #i do have a longer one i’m writing right now #i’m thinking of posting it on archive just cause of how long it is but idk we’ll see i might just drop it on here when it’s done #even though this one is long-ish for a oneshot #but this one was kind of crazy no ??#lmk if it’s too out of pocket i get ahead of myself #also i promise not all of my ficus will have drug use i just came up with 2 of these while high so … c’est la vie #⚠️

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I had another beautiful commission done by @redreart! This time of my lovely Dove and @harmonyowl’s Grace Seed! My girl just can’t resist cult heralds haha XD It came out so beautiful! I love it so much! 💞

#the lighting and everything is just perfect 😍😍#far cry 5 #fc5 #fc5 ocs #my ocs #friend’s ocs #dove ash #grace seed #dove ash x grace seed #art commissions

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Dove Ash x John Seed | Dove Ash x Grace Seed (FC5)

Dove Ash x Anya Cherkov | Dove Ash x Cooper (FC5)

(Vampire) Dove Ash x Cooper Mccoy (Other?)

“V” Vireo x Panam Palmer | Valerie “V” x Judy Alvarez (CP2077)

I made a second post for the RDR2 and FCND couples since I ran out of photo slots lol.

Tagged by the lovely @strafethesesinners to do my pairings in this picrew! Thank you! :3

Tagging: @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @ri-a-rose @tommymillers @cryptichobbit @krenee1drful @cobb-vanthss @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @radiojamming @i-am-the-balancing-point @direwombat

#V [???] is supposed to have purple hair so just pretend lol #and Valerie is supposed to have red & blue hair #my ocs #deputyash’s ocs #dove ash #valerie 'v'#vireo 'v'#vireo ‘v’#john seed #friend’s ocs #grace seed #cooper mccoy #dove ash x john seed #dove ash x grace seed #dove ash x cooper mccoy #v x panam palmer #v x judy alvarez #picrews

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I saw this meiker quite awhile back and just now realized I never posted it haha

(M/F) - (F/F) - (M/M)

Tagging just a few people who may not have done it? @harmonyowl @glowwormsmith @teamhawkeye @krenee1drful @cryptichobbit @statichvm @shellibisshe @derelictheretic and anyone who wants to try it!

Grace belongs to @harmonyowl

Cooper belongs to @strafethesesinners

Anya belongs to @derelictheretic

#deputyash’s ocs #my ocs #dove ash #john seed #friend’s ocs #grace seed #cooper mccoy #anya cherkov #dove ash x john seed #dove ash x grace seed #dove ash x cooper mccoy #dove ash x anya cherkov #meikers #picrews #doll makers #other’s ocs

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OC Relationship Tag Game