#jacob seed fic

[sephi-seedling-23]

Last Night Out

`You could have sworn that checked your phone before you left Mary May’s bar. You definitely knew it was earlier than two in the morning when you left said bar.

              Earlier that day, you were in Jacob’s office giving him puppy dog eyes. You asked him if you could go to the bar once and keep it a secret from Joseph. You pleaded with Jacob on this for two weeks now. It was halfway through the third week when he finally broke.               “Fine, pup!” He snapped. Your pestering and begging finally getting annoying. You were too busy doing a victory dance to listen to the conditions he had placed on you. Jacob snapped his fingers and tapped the temple of his forehead with two fingers. A sign letting you know to pay attention. You immediately froze and lowered your hand that was in the air.

              “Be home at midnight, and behave yourself,” he looked at you with a stern look, though his eyes were full of concern.  You nodded quickly and left his office in excitement. You started texting your ladies as you made your way to your room.

His words haunted you as you left Mary May’s bar. You could hardly stand up by closing time. You cursed Adelaide for challenging you to a drinking contest. Halfway through the contest, Kim Rye poked her head over at you and Adelaide.

              “Hun, your phone is going off the hook,” Kim said pointing at your phone which is vibrating. You chuckled and hit the side button, silencing the phone. You looked at Kim with a happy drunk smile.               “It can wait till tomorrow, right?” you respond, ignoring Kim’s concerned look.

                Next thing you knew, it was closing time. Mary May and Adelaide helped you to a vehicle, while Kim carried her drunk husband to the vehicle. Once you were nested in the vehicle, you checked your phone.               “Oh shit!” you yelled. There were five missed calls and fifteen text messages, all from Jacob. Your face went white as your jaw dropped. You knew you were in trouble and were surprised Jacob hasn’t shown up himself. You buckled up as one of Jacob’s men drove you back to the veteran’s center.

 As the vehicle stops in front of the veteran’s center, you checked your phone, noting the time, three am. You looked around and noticed how eerie everything was. The judges were silent in their kennels. People locked in their cages were even silent. Looking around, you noticed that not even other cultists were hanging around. Between the silence and the stillness of the air, you felt like you were walking in a trap. Thankfully though, you were still feeling that liquid courage. You moved and stumbled your way into the front door.

              The building inside was quiet. You tried to be silent but with your drunken state, you couldn’t find the light switch. When you did find the light switch, you cursed loudly as you kicked the wall. Hearing a loud cough, you spun around quickly. Apparently too quickly, as you catch yourself falling backward.               “Hello there my love,” you smile at him giving your best loving smile.

Jacob was sitting across the foyer. He was set back in his chair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his head resting on his hands. There was a look in his eye that said he was in no mood to play. You give a gulp standing as still as you could, though you could feel your body sway while under the influence.

              “Welcome home, pup,” he responded, narrowing his eyes at her. His voice was cold but not harsh. “Did you have fun?” You let out another gulp. You knew you were in trouble. You broke the only two rules he gave you. You keep your eyes glued on him. He takes two fingers and taps his knee, giving a look that says obey or else. You instinctively moved to his side. You stumbled back as you came to a stop.

“Where did you go tonight?” His tone was quick and sharp. He didn’t look up at you.

“I went to the bar with friends, I thought I told you, silly goose!” You chuckled, swaying a little. You failed to see the eyebrow warning he gave you. “Who all did you drink with, PUP,” he emphasized pup. Your smile faded quickly as you respond.

“Mary May, Adelaide Dubman, and Kim Rye,” you spoke quickly.

              Jacob let out a grunt in response. He knew those three very well. They were usually the ones that you get in trouble with. Though he does give kudos to Kim and Mary May, they tend to also be the responsible ones. He taps his cheek once. You immediately bend over and plant a kiss on his cheek. As you bent over, he picked you up over his shoulder. Your knees were at his chest, and his lower back at your face.

              “Jacob!” you exclaimed loudly. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t get dizzy. Jacob was carrying you to the bedroom that you both shared. In your drunken state, you reached down and started to poke and pinch Jacob’s butt. With each pinch, you would receive a grunt. He would also jerk his shoulder up to jolt you around, making you stop. You snickered each time.

Once he reached the bedroom, the tossed you on the bed. You closed your eyes as you tried to stable yourself, the toss made you dizzy. Feeling Jacob’s warmth, he grabbed your hand. You feel a cold metal clasp on your hand with a click. The same happens to your other hand. You could feel Jacob’s weight on the bed as he lay next to you. You could feel his shoulder leaning against the side of your stomach as he looked at you.               “Open your eyes, pup,” his voice was commanding and gentle. He looked at you expectantly.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times. Your head was still spinning as your eyes tried to find and steady on him. When you finally focused on him, you noticed the worried lines that formed on his head. You could tell he was truly worried about you, but he tried to hide it behind a stern glance. You felt a little guilty.

              “I had my phone on silent, I didn’t hear anything,” you blurted, the alcohol making you feel guilty. “I’m really sorry hun.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, “Are you?” He gave a knowing smirk. You should have known that no matter how much freedom you had, he always had an eye or ear on you. You look away, remembering Kim alerting you to the first call. As you looked away, you looked up, noticing that Jacob had handcuffed each hand to a bedpost. You pulled gently giving a ‘really c’mon’ look. You heard Jacob laugh next to you.

              Watching him, Jacob stands up and moves to a nightstand next to him. Pulling out a blindfold, he starts to hum, Only You.

              “Jacob? Love?” You looked up at him. He ignored you as he continued to hum. He moves to the far wall. He turned to lights off, leaving only the beams of an dim light from the stand next to the bed. Slowly, and methodically, he turns and walks back toward you.

              “You betrayed my trust….” He finally said. He slid the blindfold over your eyes, adjusting your hair as needed. “Only you….” He stated more than sang. His hum was the last you heard before he took you over. His scent surrounds you as you feel his weight shift on top of you.

              “Jacob?” you asked again, only silence and his calloused hands on your skin responded.

Inspired by this painting by @aamuusva​

[babygirl-coded]

“ unethical pervasion is what you can call it ”

᛫ current chapter on AO3 ᛫ snippet here

᛫ jacob seed + original female character → dead dove do not eat, sexual content, underage sexual content, gore, violence, murder, abduction, medical malpractice, huge age difference, cannibalism, dub con, non con, character death.

[josephseedismyfather]

The Seeds Tarot Cards

The Seed brothers. All 3 brothers are done! What do we think?! Can't wait to get more. 😏 @redreart, I wish I had the words to describe how much I love these. You, my friend, are insanely talented and I couldn't ask for more beautiful pieces from you! THANK YOU SO MUCH! 🥰😘

If y'all are considering getting art from her, please do it! You will love it!

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Me: reads a beautiful fc5 fic that just wrecks me

Me: tries to go to the next chapter only to see it hasn’t been updated since 2018

Me:*sobs*

[seedofjoseph]

homebound

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 700

Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.

Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.

It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.

Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.

"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.

You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.

"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."

"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.

Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.

"At attention."

Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.

"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.

Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.

"That's it."

And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.

"That's a good girl."

With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around

"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.

"N-no, sir."

"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.

"Yes, sir."

You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.

He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.

Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.

When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.

His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."

You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.

"You belong to me."

[skoll-sun-eater]

Halloween fc5 oneshot

Idk wanted to try a hand at some fluff.

Word count: 2127

Humor/fluff/ mature.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Female deputy

Spicy stuff at the end. No minors.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60197800

October festive spirit in Hope County.

Jacob’s daughter Jenavieve wants to try and get to know other people here. She’s new to the region. Trouble is she’s painfully shy and Jacob is a very protective father.

Yet she still hopes to go out and maybe, with the tiniest of hope make some friends. Jacob too realizes he can’t keep her cooped up with him and her uncles. He hoped she she’d make friends with Faith but that hasn’t proved fruitful.

But his dear little girl has an idea;

She’s been begging and pleading with him to go to a Halloween party in Fall’s End.

“Daddy please? I-I’d like to go. You could c-come with me…” She ducks her head timidly.

Jacob sighs hard rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you could meet somebody too.” She smiles mischievously.

“Baby girl I told you, our profile in this county can be somewhat mixed. Sometimes it’s negative… Plus I’m pretty sure no woman is gonna want to take a chance with your old man.” He grumbles.

“Daddy. … Please!” She looks up at him. Pouted lip and all, playing into his sympathy.

It’s a losing battle, Jacob gives in.

“Fine honey.”

“Thank you, daddy!!!” She gives him a kiss “Thank you!”

“I’m not dressin’ up, I’ll leave that for you.”

“Hee hee, okay daddy.”

Jacob at least dresses somewhat nice and casual.  Black jeans with a white under T-shirt and a blue flannel on the top of it.

However, his daughter put some of that cologne she got him on the nape of his neck for a little something extra.

Jenavieve is dressed as…Well he’s not entirely sure. Every time he asks her she adds more to the back story of what she’s supposed to be.

‘Fairy’ and ‘witch’ is what he did hear out of her long descriptions, so he’ll go with that.

Of course, this is nothing we need to tell Joseph about right away if at all.

The community center in Fall’s End is lively. There’s pumpkins and fake spider webs everywhere. They go up the steps and there’s a plastic skeleton sitting in a chair with some purple and orange lights strung about it.

Upon entering, Jacob notices Jenavieve is having trouble going in, she’s getting nervous.

“I’m right here honey. Whenever you need to we can go” He saying reassuringly.

“I’m okay, daddy. Remember you go and talk to people too.” She keeps hinting at him to go hit on some woman.

The whole ride here she kept telling him what he should go do. “Mmhmm.” Is all he’d say to her. While it’s sweet, it is somewhat awkward that his seventeen-year old daughter is telling him how to pick up women.

Jacob hangs back and watches his daughter be a wallflower among wallflowers. As much as he’d like to intercept, she needs to do this on her own at times.

She continues to keep to herself. Ever so once in a while, she’ll go up to talk and try and talk to someone, however she ends up changing her mind.

She’ll get around to it.

People do seem to notice her though and why not? She looks pretty- she’s more put to together, her costume more thoughtful. The rest of these Fall’s End folks looks cheesy and somewhat ridiculous in their getups.

Not his baby though...  Pretty as a peach in her gown and witch hat. She sewed the sequins on it herself and everything.

The lights and music are getting a bit draining on him. He goes to get a drink from the bar setup inside.

He goes and orders something, the server is one of the locals, Mary May. She hesitates giving him a drink for a minute but ultimately follows through with a warning “Don’t cause trouble here Seed.”

“Thanks for the drink bartender.” He says sarcastically.

“Careful I can cut you off if I feel like it.” She scorns.

“Noted.” He continues unfazed by her belligerence.

“Why are you here?” She keeps at it.

“What? Can’t I go to a party?” He says with a smirk.

“Wouldn’t think you’d be one for something like this.” She asks with suspicion.

“Mm, I’ll have a shot of vodka if ya have any please.” He’s tired of her questions and she annoying him.

Mary May glares at him for a moment more.

“Please? I need to check on my daughter soon.” He reveals.

“Like hell you have a daughter Seed.” She seethes.

“Hmph okay.”

“Hey Mary May! Can I have a shot of whiskey?” Comes an energetic woman’s voice coming up behind him.

“Sure thing, deputy.” Mary May changes her tone and serves the stranger and him his drink as well in the process. The unknown woman comes up to him and parks it right as his side.

A deputy huh?

Jacob focuses on his own beverage not looking at this deputy until…

“Hi, I’m Phedra!”

“Ma’am.” Is all he responds with. He decidedly throws back his drink in a hurry.

“Oh ‘ma’am’ hmm?” She giggles. “Why how polite?”

He sets his glass down “Thank you Miss Fairgrave.”

“Hmph.”  Is all he gets in return from his pissy bartender.

“The name’s Jacob ma’am.” He nods before making his way passed this… very pretty woman.

He goes to disappear into the crowd to look for his daughter.

“You be careful deputy, that’s one of the Seeds we were talking about.”

Hmm…

He looks behind him to get another look at the deputy.

Goddamn…Yeah, not bad.

Jacob discovers his Jenavieve’s location, she’s off in a corner with a young man in a …scarecrow costume? Maybe just around her age with… With his arm around her!

She appears distressed, like she’s in one of her fits. Jacob gets a pit in his stomach worried about her condition he storms over to them.

“What’s going on here!?” Jacob startles the boy, making him almost jump. But he holds his ground and keeps near Jenavieve as if to protect her.

“What do you want Seed?!” The youth spits.

“I’m her father?” Jacob cocks an eyebrow at the plucky defiant kid.

The young man’s expression drops upon hearing those words. He turns to Jenavieve with a stricken look on his face.

“Uh this true? He’s your dad?”

“Yes, he’s my father, Wheaty.” She says beaming with pride. “Daddy it’s okay. Wheaty was just looking out for me.”

“Y-yeah she looked upset.” The boy chimes in.

“Well then maybe we should go home.” Jacobs interjects.

“No daddy i-it’s okay really, I wanna try and stay a little longer.” She pleads.

“Are you sure baby?” Jacob throws a glare over at Wheaty.

“Yes, besides I-I think this girl wants to talk to you.” Jenavieve points a finger passed him.

Jacob looks behind himself and sees the woman Phedra waiting patiently with hands clasped together. He didn’t catch it before but apparently, she’s dressed as a devil. All that leather made him think she was a biker or in some BDSM get up. Save for the two little red horns on the top of her head.

“Yes? Phedra was it?”

“Hi um... I’m sorry, I didn’t think speaking to you in front of Mary May’s company would bode well for anyone.”

“Hmm really now?” Jacob gives a sarcastic snort.

“Hello!” Jenavieve squeaks.

“O-oh, I’m sorry everyone, I didn’t mean to crash the party here.” The deputy backs away.

“It’s alright, maybe…you two could talk some where else?” Jenavieve begins suggesting playfully.

“Sweetheart, no-“ Jacob protests, but Jenavieve cuts him off and nudges him forwards to the woman in question.

“Please I insist, daddy.” His daughter smiles mischievously.

She’s put him on the spot, he decides to go along with it. What could it hurt?

“Sure.” Jacob replies.

Satisfied with her father’s response. “Wheaty, would you still like to hang out?”

She turns to the young man.

“Y-yeah... Sure if that’s okay. We could trick or treat if you want. People around here don’t care how old you are for that.”

“I’d like that.” The Seed girl beams.

“Umm if that’s okay with you sir?” Wheaty addresses Jacob more respectfully.

Of course, this puts Jacob more on edge. He worries about his daughter as any father worries about his teenage daughter running around with young man. Jenavieve is smart, is different. He knows she wouldn’t go too far with something. His main worries are with the boy.

But maybe he should listen to his daughter.

This deputy woman is interesting. He’ll trust his daughter.

“Fine, you can stay out.” He concedes. “Not too long though and call me.”

Apprehensively he watches his daughter disappear with that boy.

“-She’ll be alright, Wheaty is an okay kind of guy.” The deputy speaks up.

“Oh? You know him?” Jacob inquires.

“Not too personally, but he’s okay, really into music and such.”

“I’m into music that doesn’t say much about me now does it deputy?” Jacob remarks.

“You can call me ‘Phedra’ I ain’t on duty. But relax papa, it’ll be alright.” She coos.

If he and this woman are to ‘talk’ he thinking they should get on out of here.

“You wanna go somewhere else Phedra?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She answers immediately.

“How about my place?” He dares to ask.

“Oh, not the back of your truck or something?” She laughs

“Nah, while that does sound fun. But maybe some other time.” He flashes her a grin.

They leave; It’s a bit of a drive back to his place from Fall’s End. Is he moving too fast with this woman?

This… is just a one night stand, isn’t it?  So, in theory this is fine.

They pull up to the house. Jacob exits the truck first and goes around to open the door for Phedra.

“My, you’re such a gentleman.” She teases. But when in reality Jacob can tell she’s flattered.

She’s getting flustered and shy.

“Cozy” Phedra remarks upon entering inside the home he shares with his daughter.

“Thanks, my daughter is more of the house decorator than I. You need anything?”

“Water is fine.” She answers.

He gets her what she asks for. He watches her take a drink, watches her eyelids and natural long curled lashes flutter downward as she sips from the glass.

She must have noticed his staring when she spoke; “Jacob, if you’re having second thoughts… It’s okay.” She says with uncertainty

“Oh far from it honey, I ain’t havin’ second thoughts.”

“That’s good, I uh … Also want you to know that I don’t jump into bed with man that I first meet. But you feel like you’re kinda different? I’m sorry… that’s probably sounds stupid.”

“No not at all. I am interested in you too sugar. Maybe we can see where this goes after tonight.”

She bows her head, those eyelashes fluttering the way they do, looking down at her feet.

Damn that’s cute.

Jacob wastes no time in making the first move. Taking the deputy’s hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Well, angel?”

She swipes her braids out of her face. “Yes…’well’.”

The both of them are in Jacob’s room, stripping each other’s clothes off in a fervor. They crash on to his bed, pawing at each other greedily. Jacob roughly jerks her panties down, tearing the last piece of clothing off.

Snaking himself up her body, flushing himself snuggly upon her honeyed mocha skin. Using his hips to coax her thighs to spread further apart and pushes himself into her sex. She cries out much to his delight.

“Mm don’t worry about going slow, just fuck me.” She gasps.

“Gladly ma’am.” He replies smugly.

The bed creaks and groans loudly as if to match volume of their moaning.

This is what you wanted? Hmm to be fucked ragged?” He rasps as he slams himself hard into her body.

“Mm, I’m almost there.” She sighs.

He’s close too, wouldn’t it be nice if they could finish together?

However-

There’s a creaking from his door interrupting their finish.

“I-I’m sorry but you two are very loud, could you be a little quieter?” Comes his daughter’s voice.

“Sweetheart!” Jacob pulls the duvet over to cover himself and Phedra.

“When did you get home?” He asks her.

“About thirty-five minutes ago.” She says giggling. Thankfully she’s being somewhat polite she has a hand covering the side of her face. As to not peep on them.

“Honey... Just go to bed then!” He says agitatedly.

“Okay.” She laughs and shuts the door.

“Sorry about that.” He sighs.

“Heh it’s okay and look she’s home just fine.” Phedra says kissing his forehead.

“Why don’t you stay the night hmm?” He suggests not sure if she’d be willing.

“Thank you I will.” She smiles.

[ivymarquis]

Ive been having a fun time writing deranged but ultimately consensual cod pieces but if yall dont leave the god damn dark fic writers alone Im gonna start churning out shit that makes Apex Predator look like a fluff piece by comparison

[peggiepratt]

Reaper (3231 words) by honeychains Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Far Cry 5 Pairing: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed Rating: Mature

“You don’t get lonely in that big ol’ double wide?” Jacob’s words come out casual, the Southern accent laid on real thick, but they hook into Pratt’s gut like an accusation, like Jacob is trying to pull something out of him that he’s not prepared to show. Jacob circles around his front bumper, bypassing the physical barrier and pushing back into Pratt's space. Staci’s discomfort is immediate, raw. Jacob can sense it, his smirk widening as he twists the hook deeper. “Makes no damn sense why you can’t find a nice girl to keep you company.”   Or: Eden's Gate claims to be a harmless club for motorcycle enthusiasts, but Staci's alarms bells have been going off long before the phonelines at the station. He's had enough run in's with the club's "enforcer" to know their world is more insulated and sinister than anyone wants to believe. Unfortunately for Pratt, what you don't know can hurt you. Or: Jacob pulls Staci's card.

Thank you God, @gunpowdernlead, and Lucky Strikes for getting me thru this!!!!!! I finally finished something!!!!!

[direwombat]

The Horror and the Wild

Relationships: Female Deputy/Eli Palmer, Female Deputy/Jacob Seed

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tales, (vaguely), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Emetophobia, Enemies to Lovers, Unhealthy Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Werewolf Turning, Werewolf Hunters, Werewolf Mates, Manipulation, Eventual Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, 

Sybille La Roux is Deputy Sheriff in the quiet backwater of Hope County Montana. She’s got a stable career, a loving partner, and a backpacking trip through Yellowstone planned for next summer. But when a gruesome wolf attack occurs during the peak of hunting season, she finds herself getting drawn into a world she never knew existed. One rife with blood, loyalty, and most of all, hunger.

This is a Creature Feature.

read Act I: Infection on ao3

[chazz-anova]

And I saw, behold it was a white horse ...And Hell Followed With Him

Chapters i. | ii. | iii. | iv. | v. | vi. | vii. | viii. | ix

| John Seed x Female Deputy | Faith Seed x Female Herald |

-In Progress-

[babygirl-coded]

— a snippet of chapter 01 from unethical pervasion

The silence was embarrassing. It was enough to bring a heated blush to Maxine’s cheeks and the tips of her ears. Jacob subtly arched his eyebrow when he got no response. A stickler for urgency, he was. She stole a glance at the clock; only a few minutes ‘til class ended. Despite what Maxine observed, she still gave Jacob a tentative shrug.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you if you talk,” Jacob assured her. “You just have to tell me what happened, okay?”

Before anyone could truly respond this time around, the door opened with a loud squeak, and everyone’s attention shifted to the front of the class. Maxine groaned silently. It was Mr Neal. Stocky, crooked glasses and slacks that were two sizes too big made him the laughing stock among the students.

“Ah, Mr Seed!” Maxine hated that nasal tone. “I apologise for interrupting your class, but I need to speak with Maxine.”

Maxine grew pale.

“Class ends in a few minutes, say about five or ten more minutes. You can wait until then,” Jacob requested with a concise, low tone.

“Yes, but it’s urgent,” he replied hastily.

Jacob gave it a thought, pursed his lips, and shook his head. He pointed at the clock. “Only two more minutes to go. You just have to wait,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the name tag the other man wore and failing to hide a small smirk, “Mr Neal.”

She saw a hint of offence in Mr Neal, yet Jacob offered him a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and looked straight ahead at Mr Neal, unwavering and strong. A challenge.

It worked, and Mr Neal clumsily shut the door halfway behind him. Maxine wasn’t surprised — Jacob stood tall and proud. His arms hung rigidly along his sides. There was no stuttering, no hesitation, and no backing down. A glint of something shiny underneath his t-shirt. A flash of hunger behind Jacob’s eyes.

The military. Airborne.

Maxine sneakily took a second look at the empty holster. She then saw that his fists were clenched, and surprisingly, they were covered in a plethora of the same scars that decorated his face. No one gets scars like those without a struggle.

Heard he ate someone.

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Okay, maaaaaany a year ago I started a Jacob X Shifter reader fic and I'm reading the stuff I did write down and I feel like I want to continue it.

I'll drop a snippet below from my WIP. But let me know if I should actually try writing the fic properly.

(( Jacob came up close to the drilled holes of the box to inspect the beast as it was trying to pace but unable due to the sheer size of the creature and the box being just big enough to fit it. This didn’t mean they couldn’t try and lunge for Jacob snarling its bloody canines. With its glowing yellow eyes staring into the blue of his, he smiled like the devil. The Seed brother didn’t break eye contact as that would be the first sign of weakness and his aim was to control the power the box held. ))

[josephseedismyfather]

Afflicted: Harley & Jacob

Chapter 2: Ruins

Chapter 2 is finally ready.

Many, MANY thanks to my friend @redreart for once again creating the most beautiful chapter art a girl could dream of! Your support and your talent are literal life savers. I love you!

And to @hotmessteaparty, thank you SO MUCH for beta reading, you always manage to blow me away with the amount of work you do. Thank you for the endless hours spent on helping me hash out the things in my brain. I love you 💖💖💖 and am incredibly grateful.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! I have plenty more to go, these fics will be loooong, and chapter 3 is already fleshed out.

[seedofjoseph]

family portrait

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.

[skoll-sun-eater]

Finished

I finished "Revelations for the red horseman's daughter." Wow... But one thing how do I make the status say "complete" ? xD still trying to figure that out.

But this is the last chapter here.

The New Dawn fic that follows this universe will not be this long. :'') There's other fics coming though, if any of you are interested. One shots and general less length-y fics.

Remember you are in charge of your own personal agency, read the tags. Not for every one.

[ivymarquis]

I'm in Montana for a family visit, and I'm about to be shot back into Jacob Seed mode HARD. Like "oh no, sure hope no wolf-loving and deeply troubled military man kidnaps me for his brother's cult"👉🏽🥺👈🏽

Unfortunately, the teste festy around here stopped happening a few years ago, but my state actually still has one! Fun little fact: all the tiny little towns around here have rocks arranged into the first letter so that planes and helicopters can tell where they are. That would've been super cool to have in-game. Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled COD content

One of these days I wanna visit montana but I will have to not tell the locals that it is because I have vivid hallucinations about being carted off into the woods by a certain red headed cannibalistic mountain man