#jacobspeaks

[indiemcn]

28 for @ragtagrunaways​

Jacob rolled his hips on top of the other, his body laid across the other werewolf’s frame as the omega’s pheromones filled the room. The moon called to them both, and Jacob’s rising urge to be torn into was practically coming out of his pores. He buried his pit against Connor’s face, pushing the bristly hairs against the man’s agape mouth as he flexed his arm for the other. His free hand took a firm grip of the mattress as Jacob rocked his hips back and forth, idly riding the man while wearing nothing more than a jockstrap. “You like that?” Jacob asked, his voice low, husky, and full of desire as he let the other man breath him in. “It’s all yours baby.” 

[teethycorn]

New York horror

Fall always is the worst time of year, when the new ones arrive it’s best to stay clear of the streets.  Those who must work come home different.

The leaves hide something beneath your feet, as you rake them keep humming.  Keep humming.  Stay distracted.

Something always changes in the Spring, they always seem to come back.  They’re never quite sated.  Plant your gardens and hope it’s enough this year as well.

Flowers pop up in the strangest of places, and maybe that’s no coincidence.  Corpses are good compost.

The old woods are dark and full of moss.  Mothers and Grandmothers tell stories of their childhood, seeing odd faces from the wood.  They look odd when they speak of the woods.

[vicktorvalentine]

"Broke ass motherfuckers fall the fuck back, please. There's a great deal of you I WANNA BE SEEN AND HEARD face ass motherfuckers making a whole bunch of noise ain't nobody listening to. Less talk more work, lazy."-MAYOR😎, @pncbank(@fdicgov). #copyright2022 #securus #JacobSpeaks #m5 #Rihanna #savage #realrap #familybusiness #dealware #intentionalliving #seven11 (at Lakewood Heights) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX7DZkIr905orqFIfSvIMuZBakpENidQbPEnc00/?utm_medium=tumblr

[indiemcn]

@strikersunindie​

setting: taken prisoner by the falmer, Jake has little hope of escaping Blackreach. 

The son of the Emperor, Jacob was in the cold, northern country at the behest of his father. Diplomacy between the nations had been his aim, neither wished for war but if they did not come to terms then it was undoubtedly war that would be had. For Jacob everything had happened so fast, one moment he and his companions were traveling through the mountains, and then the next they were surrounded. Jacob knew these creatures names by reputation alone, Falmer - creatures that lived below the surface that had once been enslaved by the dwemer. They were just as hideous as the stories had whispered, notably weak, but their numbers vastly outnumbered Jacob’s guards. He was rendered unconscious, and when he came through he was below the surface in a realm that smelled of rot and fester. His cage was a makeshift contraption of bones as all about him the falmer hissed at each other in their unknown language, sniffing at the air about the cage as they salivated over him. Jake’s clothes had been torn away, cold and shivering in the buff, he wondered if there was anyone in the world that could save him - or who would even know where he’d been taken. “Help!” Jacob cried out, loudly, his voice suddenly going quieter. “Is anybody going to help me-.”

[therealkitchencabinet]

A message from #jacobblake #jacobspeaks #justiceforjacobblake #stoppolicebrutality #blacklivesmatter #prayforjacobblake https://www.instagram.com/p/CEzSasPJns7/?igshid=19hxvo1qaudrt