#jacob seed x reader

[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[paradlselost]

⠀ ⋆˚࿔ 𝓜ASTERLIST ✞˚⋆

CLOSURE — BLACK NOIR II : of course he has an agenda , thrown into playing this role of a guy whose always stoic and silent - can you blame him for wanting to get to know his character better ? can you be blamed for wanting a little help mourning the sudden death of the man you loved ? THIEF IN THE SHADOWS — BLACK NOIR II : precious diamonds and jewelry guarded by action movie lasers and alarms is easy work for a cat burglar like you . what you don't know , however , is the night you've planned to sneak in is the same night he's on patrol . EVERYBODY LOVES SOMEBODY — OG BLACK NOIR : he's a monster . a machine . killing when he's told and doing what he's asked without hesitation . blood has marred his suit for so long it's almost like a second skin to him . but with you , he feels human again . with you he feels like earving . FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING — OG BLACK NOIR : leaving you is one of the hardest things he's ever had to do . coming back ? harder . you won't love him after what soldier boy did to him , what earving did to solider boy . mutually assured destruction ; and you just happen to be in the crossfire . ATONEMENT — OG BLACK NOIR / HOMELANDER : the secret has been kept for far too long, both you and earving have lied to him for the entirety of knowing him . doesn’t that deserve some punishment , doll ? he’ll have you atone for the sin you committed against him .

RADIO WAVES — JOHN SEED : after one of the heralds chosen is shot down mid aerial fight , the deputy finds a still working line directly to his radio and taunts him , leading to a rather embarrassing secret being revealed . BOLD AND BRAVE — JOHN SEED : the universe - or rather , God - taunts him in the form of a run-in with the deputy , the woman he had been fantasizing about moments prior and finds out that she too has been thinking of him . CRIMSON — JOHN SEED : rook's selfishness gets the better of her , and despite knowing full well that she is walking into a trap she does anything to get hudson back . at least , thats how she rationalizes her ache to see the herald . WIND UP TOY — JACOB SEED req . : a good dog obeys orders , does what they're told without a fight , eats what they're given without complaint . what can he say ? jacob's always had a soft spot for mutts .

[satanwritesfanfiction]

Jacob Seed •°• Hazy moments △SMUT△

Title: Hazy moments

Rating: Explicit, smut, pwp

Category: F/M

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Relationship: Jacob seed x F!reader

Characters: Jacob seed, reader

Tags/ triggers: dubious consent, bliss, on the desk, p in v, knife kink only mentioned, praise, voice kink

Word count: 1560

a/n: not the best but still posting it

Adrenaline spiking in your veins, flashes of red, memories... Something akin to anger pulsing and a lifeline, the words worn down in your skin.

"Perfect, good, yes." Spoke with so much reverence and you would follow it anywhere. The light within the dark void, the saviour within the mist.

You felt static at the tips of your fingers, a dullness within your head, and a sudden soft pressure on your stomach as Jacob held you to his chest.

There was a different aspect to watching you come to in his arms, covered in blood and grime and muscles taut as you blinked through the motions, pliable under the circumstances but still rigid. His lips were at your neck as he waited, the image of patience as he waited for your mind to clear some before he would do any more.

Your eyes blinked down, his arm wrapped around your torso, pistol still held firmly in your hand and your fingers twitched, gun falling to the ground with a sudden sound that made your body jump slightly. You frowned at the object, blinking much more rapidly as you found that your eyes had a burn to them.

"Shh..." The voice pressed against you again, feeling his fingers slip into yours and held it firmly, kicking the weapon away in a quick motion. "You're safe now, you're home."

You felt your body relax against him some, leaning against a firm chest. Your head twisted to the side and took in the image, familiarity bloomed once he was in view, a calmness spreading as you turned.

"You did so well." He spoke, softly moving a strand of hair behind your ear as he watched for the haze within your eyes to show some clarity.

Something swirled within your stomach at the praise, pressing your fingers to his chest and feeling the rough fabric of his jacket underneath it, taking in more detail in be the second. Recognition. Familiarity. Repetition.

You blinked up at him, soft lines as he regarded you, blue eyes that could only belong to him and lips, oh his lips that could have you on your knees in a moment's notice, that can have you shaking just the same.

You lifted yourself slightly to meet him, lips pressed against his in a less than coordinated way, which he made up for in turn as his hands wrapped around your upper arms. The moment was intoxicating, addicting, jagged motions as you searched for more of him, your body following the path which your lips had set as you pressed closer to him.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing your body flush to his as his lips started getting more insistent, dragging more from you as the environment came to you, until he pressed you against the desk in the middle of the room. Papers be damned as they fell, his attention solely on you.

Hands struggled to make a decision as they pressed and prodded against the other's body, drinking in the moment under a veil of urgency. His fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt you were wearing, now marred and discoloured compared to a few days ago, pulling it from your body with your help.

His hands smoothed over your skin, swallowing once he cupped your breasts. He admired the fill of them in his hands before curling his fingers around the flimsy material keeping most of them hidden and reaching for his knife. He slipped the metal between your breasts, knife edge faced towards him as he quickly sawed through the material and watched as they spilled freely.

He watched for your expression as he pressed the knife against your skin, running it across the curve of your breasts, no remnants of fear or worry in your skin as your nipples hardened. Something to explore another day when he hadn't been hard just from watching you run the trial.

He quickly dropped the knife to the desk and harshly fought with the button on your pants, needing to free you of all these layers and feel the clench of you.

Once he had your pants and underwear around your thighs, he took hold of your hips, flipping you onto your stomach as if you didn't weigh a thing. He was quick to press against your backside, hardness grinding into the flesh of your ass as he pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

"Such an obedient little thing." He commented, fingers slipping under you to run through your slit and then slip into you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, a soft content sound slipping past your lips at the slow sensation of him touching you. "So good for me."

You whimpered softly when he retracted, stayed in place as you heard the zipper and shuffle of material. He quickly lined up to your cunt, hand pressed into your hip as he popped the head of his cock into you, fingers clenching at the feel of your cunt sucking him in. His hips jerked as he worked you open, jaw clenched at the tightness of you until he rested at the hilt, taking a breath as his hands slipped over your bare back, images and ideas swirling in his head until he found one he could settle on, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you in place before thrusting once, revelling in the sound that slipped past your lips at the sudden movement.

You always took it so well, sound slipping from your lips, that he always made a feeble attempt to silence at the start, perhaps just for the control of it all rather than the danger it posed when the sounds reached beyond the door. His fingers slipped from your neck and wrapped over your mouth before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Wouldn't want them to come see what the commotion is about." He started, like he had done before, a little less conviction behind it every time. He didn't mind either way, but he did like the way the words made you clench around him every time. "Wouldn't want them finding you like this, would you?"

He would wager there was a part of you that did want it if judging solely by your reactions, but it was a subject yet to be breached once you were coherent, still he made the effort to laud the option Over your head while he pressed into your heat.

Your eyes clenched as he pressed into you, sensation baked into your veins with every movement of his cock inside of you, body craving more from him with every moment that past, more reminders, more memories, more cries, more of him filling you to your skull. Your body rocked into the desk, bare as the day you were born with his hand muffling your cries, a feeble attempt that was more for show at this point when you think of all the times you had cried out to him, and he had egged you on.

You felt like you were floating, not yet fully awake within your limbs but feeling the motions through a slight haze as the sensation returned to your limbs, all you could be certain of was the pressure between your legs and the way your stomach was tensing.

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, wetness gathering on your cheek at the prospect, at the way you needed to fall. His hand slipped from your lips, resting firmly at your hips as his own snapped into you with renewed vigor, chasing the same high you were moments away from experiencing.

"Jacob… Please..." You cried into the air, a ragdoll as you shifted on the desk as his hips snapped.

"Come for me, (Y/n). " He grunted, fingers shifting towards your shoulders and used the leverage to push you back on him. "Be a good girl for me... Come on..."

You could imagine that he didn't know the power his words had on you, in and out of the trials, or he did with the way you always abided. Your cries had lost all coherence, babbling nonsense into the air as you stood on the precipice, feeling the sudden spike when you fell into the abyss.

Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you clenched around him, body running through the motions while you screamed into the room. A few moments before he could physically move again, fucking into you now as he chased his own release, finding that it wasn't a few ways off as he came pressed into you, twitching as his warmth spread within you.

It was a few moments, and he pulled his cock from your sensitive cunt, feeling the high leak down your thighs. It was a beautiful sight watching the scene before him, the perfection of you obediently pressed to his desk and his high on your skin. You were his, and he would find it extremely hard to consider an alternative.

He pulled your body upright, letting you sit on the desk, exhaustion within your eyes, and he took the time to make sure you were alright. A glass of water pressed to your lips, soft touches running down your back. He would look after you as you look after the project when you are under.

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Masterlist

[acradelius]

KINKTOBER '24 IDEAS

I've decided that I'm going to try and participate in this year's Kinktober event to try and get some motivation back for writing. I might not do a piece for every day, maybe every other day or three, in order to not overwhelm and burn myself out.

Here's some ideas that I've come up with by far :) Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I. "One Of Your Wives"

Inspired by "One of Your Girls" by The Weeknd

FANDOM - The Walking Dead

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Reader is taken by Negan as a result of a compromised trade. Expecting to be rescued not too long later, Reader rejects Negan's offer of becoming one of his wives. Yet, as time continues passing by without any attempts of being rescued, becoming one of Negan's wives is becoming more appeasing by the day, not that Reader would admit it.

II. "Video Message Incoming"

FANDOM - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019-2023)

PAIRING - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female! Reader, (Essentially) Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

SUMMARY - While having some downtime on a mission Soap proceeds to check his phone, seeing that he has some incoming video messages from his best friend, Simon, who's on a break from missions. Let's just say that Simon's been taking good care of Johnny's woman while he's been away.

III. "Rattlesnake Trail Bridge"

FANDOM - Far Cry 5

PAIRING - Jacob Seed x Female! "Rook"! Reader

SUMMARY - Rattlesnake Trail Bridge. It's the place where Jacob Seed goes to indulge in a drink or two whenever the stress of Eden's Gate becomes too much. A nice, quiet place, solely for him. That's till one night he comes upon Reader, Hope County's Junior Deputy, in his spot with a drink as well.

IV. "Extended, Deleted Scenes"

FANDOM - Fallout (TV Series)

PAIRING - Actor! Cooper Howard x Actress! Co-Star! Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Cooper Howard's career has definitely gone downhill since doing those advertisements for Vault Tec, making him somewhat desperate and taking on whatever roles and scenes that he can. When offered a chance to make extended scenes for "A Man from Deadhorse", Cooper agrees, but soon finds out that it's definitely not what he thought, especially with his favorite co-worker involved as well.

V. "Strobing Lights, Snorting Lines"

FANDOM - Mass Effect (Mass Effect 2, Specifically)

PAIRING - Thane Krios x Female! Engineer! Reader

SUMMARY - Thane's been tasked with locating and bringing back Reader to the Normandy in order to retire for the night to continue on with the next part of the mission to fight the Reapers the following day. Managing to locate them amongst the crowd of intoxicated partygoers, Thane comes to discover that his crew mate isn't as innocent as he had believed. Yet, with a little bit of convincing, he finds himself not only indulging with a piece of the clubbing experience, but also in Reader as well.

[sunshine-gumdrop]

I wanted to see these two in New dawn setting. Judge Deputy is so underused imo. Jacob looks like a viking on the positive side ^-*

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 15:Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Character: Jacob Seed

Naughty or Nice

A/n: Au where the Seed family is not in a cult

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Jacob did his best to go over the paper work his brother sent him.His gaze turning to glance out the window, snow already on the ground. Hearing a knock on his office door pulling him from his thoughtz, he let out a grunt shifting his body in the chair spotting you walking into the room with a nervous smile on your face.

"Hey beautiful" giving you a tired smile his gaze remains on you.

Nibbling your lip, you swallowed thickly rocking on your heels. "I have something I wanted to give you."

Grinning for a moment, Jacob lent across his desk. A small twinkle in his eye. "What is it darlin?"

Taking a deep breath you pulled out the positive pregnancy test with a spring of holly tied around the test with a little note attached to it.

Grasping the stick, Jacob's eyes went wide for a moment though a laugh escaped his lips. Pushing away from the desk he quickly pulled you into for a soft hug. "You sure?"

Nodding your head your fingers cupped his cheek as a giggle escaped your lips. "Yea."

"I'm gonna be a daddy?"

Smiling you pressed a kiss to his nose for a moment as you felt him pull you in for a kiss. "Yea."

Holding you close, Jacob sighed letting his eyes close holding you in his arms. "I'm so happy, I promise I'll be the best daddy."

He couldn't have asked for a better Christmas Present than this.

[underwhelp]

Wishes Do Come True

It was like you'd been given as a gift.

When you'd first been pushed to your knees infront of Joseph and his band of merry psychos, you'd just survived your car being run off the road. The wound on your forehead pulsed but atleast it had stopped weeping. This was supposed to be a calm trip toward the cabin you'd rented, lake view and all but instead you'd been kidnapped and brought to a church in the middle of nowhere.

It really did feel like a Stephen King horror story.

You'd tried to catch the eye of the people sitting in the pews, but they were too content to stare in awe of the speaker. He held the room at will, a soft voice that had range and a pretty unassuming face, you had a sudden thought of human sacrifice.

His speech turned to sinners when he opened his arms and stepped towards you.

"We must push through, and find our strength in our lord to survive the rapture that is apon us." His stare was intense and focused behind his yellow aviators. "We welcome all the lost into our embrace." At this the crowd rose and cried out their agreement.

Behind the main man stood two others and a woman. Only one mattered though, for he was someone you'd met before, a long time ago when he'd been in need. You felt like you both shared a look but you weren't sure if he'd decide you were worth saving.

Between then and now, you'd been 'baptized', drugged and made to listen to Joseph's nonsense. It was only after three days of never being left alone to escape that Jacob arrived for you.

You'd been placed at the dinning table, made to eat and drink the drugged food and listen while Joseph thanked you for the care you'd given his brother all those years ago. Then the talk started of how long we'd be under ground when all came to a head, how you'd have to repopulate. That's when Joseph told you that you'd be married that evening to a man you hadn't seen in years. A man you'd only spoke to a hand full of times.

Jacobs face didn't tell you much when you looked at him, he was still and watching you back. A steely gaze, the same as it had been in the shelter. You'd asked him if this was what he wanted and he'd smirked.

"You made it clear that you'll have me at my worst," Christ, he made it sound like you'd fucked at some point. "You'll make a decent wife."

You didn't have the strength to argue, your vision was constantly blurring at the edges and Jacobs eyes would change from blue to red everytime you'd blink.

The next thing you remember was the feeling of someone removing your underwear, your arms being moved for a dress to be pulled over your head. Then you were standing back in that same church, right at the front. Jacob stood there too, his brothers and sister at the head once again. The congregation was bigger, people gathered and surrounded by heavy artillery.

You were made to kiss him, you remember the feeling of his beard and the smell of the wax he used on it, and the church bursts into sparkling snow and white fog.

Later you asked Jacob how he could've possibly have remembered you, he told you while tickling the stretched skin of your belly that the night you'd brought him his dinner, it had been the first full meal he'd had in nine months. That you'd looked him in the eye and said nothing, just nodded and let him eat.

He looked into your eyes then and told you that he never forgot the feeling of wishing things had been different, for wishing he'd had a future with someone like you. His lip curled up then.

And you knew that down in that bunker, swollen with the child he'd bred you with, that he'd gotten his wish and maybe you were just a little thankful when you thought of what your life would've been like if he hadn't.

[undeadcannibal]

Summary: While escaping with a cult vehicle, you forget to turn off the radio and are captured and turned over to Jacob. Only this time, you wake up somewhere you don’t recognize, tied down to a chair and left to the mercy of Jacob Seed -- and his hunting knife.

Pairing: Jacob Seed/Reader

Genre: Smut, one-shot

Word count: 1,891

Warnings: mentions of brainwashing/conditioning, slight(?) dub-con territory, knife play, ‘nsft’ content, AFAB reader, no use of y/n, spoiler free, not beta read

A/N: Look at me, finally touching up and finishing a draft from 5 years ago. After finishing Far Cry 6, I had the urge to replay Far Cry 5 and recalled this old draft I had. Figured why not rewrite it and post it, y’know? Hopefully y’all will enjoy this little piece. ( Gif credit: xxx )

It was too late when the realization of the mistake you'd made sunk in.

After managing to sneak off with one of the Cults' trucks, you'd forgotten to turn off the radio. Before you could switch it off, you could hear the familiar song begin to play throughout the speakers. Within little time, you could feel the brainwashing effects being to take over you...

Shortly after the first lyrics rang out, your head began to ache; vision blurring red at the edges whilst confusion was soon overcome by a surge of pure, animalistic rage. Jacob had - unfortunately - done well with conditioning you. Once the effects began to kick in, there was nothing you could do to stop it. You could only hope that no one knew where you were so he didn't send any of his hunters after you. It'd been some time since you'd received his last message for you on the radio. Maybe he'd been so pleased with your last round of 'culling' he felt he didn't need another round of it so soon. You really doubted that though.

Beginning to lose control of your muscles, your body began to twitch and jerk before going slack entirely. Your vision starting to fade as well. Grunting, you watched as your vehicle began to veer off from the street into the woods. Barrelling through bushes and small trees. You couldn't see much after that, your head falling back to slump against the headrest of the driver seat.

The last thing you heard before losing consciousness was the sound of the truck's tires rolling over rough terrain, then the impact of steel colliding with wood and glass shattering.

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When you finally came to, you couldn't recognize your current surroundings. However, you were able to determine it wasn't any of the locations Jacob had taken you to before.

Instead of filthy cages with humans - and sometimes animals and corpses - inside of them in the sweltering sun, you were in a dark room with dim lighting. And, as you began to struggle, you also came to discover that your limbs had been tied with a rough rope-like material at your wrists, thighs, and ankles.

Quickly glancing around the room, your eyes eventually adjusted to the dark and you managed to notice a small table nestled off in the corner. A leather-bound book with the cults' insignia stamped on it in the middle laid atop it as well as that damn small wooden box Jacob used. The same one that played the same song that had gotten you in this predicament in the first place...

You had to find a way to get out of here immediately.

Attempting to jerk and struggle in your binds, you briefly wondered if you would be able to wriggle your way out of them if you tried hard enough.

"Funny thing about the vehicles..."

Stopping all movement entirely, your blood ran cold and you could feel the hair on the back of your neck and arms raise with fright.

You didn't need to see who it was to recognize the owner of that voice.

Jacob Seed was a bastard that was difficult to forget.

The sound of heavy footfall nearing you made sweat begin to bead at your temples. You really weren't eager to discover what he had in store for you tonight.

As your breathing picked up and your pulse quickened, you finally saw him step into the light. Standing in front of you with a strict posture, his expression unreadable as ever.

"When we first got them, John suggested equipping them with tracking devices," Jacob explained as casually as if he'd been discussing the weather. "I told him there was no point at first, but eventually he talked me into the idea, so we decided to add 'em anyway."

Your jaw tensed and relaxed periodically whilst he spoke to you.

"Guess they proved to be pretty handy after all, huh?"

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. Jerking your arms once more in retaliation.

"Fuck you, Jacob."

"Oh," He tutted at you, clicking his tongue with a shake of his head. "Don't worry, we'll get to that part soon enough. But first--" He reached down to a strap attached to his thigh, producing a large Bowie knife with a black handle.

You watched him laugh at you as your eyes frantically flit back and forth from his face to the knife he was wielding.

Jacob stepped forward and slowly began to walk around you. Stopping just behind you before you felt the nipping edge of sharp steel press against your clavicle through the flimsy blouse you'd chosen to help yourself blend in. Swallowing the lump in your throat, did your best to remain still. Even as Jacob began to move the tip of his blade up to your throat. Scraping it across the delicate flesh there before moving to repeat the same motion across your throat and the underside of your jaw and chin.

Unable to help yourself, you found yourself breathing faster. Almost panting even whilst your thighs pressed together. Unsure if your reactions were fear or arousal based at that point.

Your knife play kink really picked the worst time to flare up, didn't it?

Jacob Seed could kill you with a flick of his wrist. Have your throat sliced and you'd be able to do nothing but cough and gurgle as you'd slowly asphyxiate with your own blood...

Yet, you never felt the horrible sting of the blade piercing your throat.

Instead, you felt Jacob pull his blade away. Watching curiously as he knelt before you and began to slice through numerous parts of your pants until was satisfied. Peeling away the filthy denim till he had you in nothing but your underwear for bottoms.

"W-What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fucking pervert?!" Baring and gritting your teeth at him, you lunged forward only to be stopped short by your bindings. Unable to do anything as he smiled up at you.

"Don't act like you weren't just squirming when I had my knife against your throat, Deputy. Besides," He smirked, glancing down at your lower body for a brief moment. "I'm trained to recognize the small reactions you might not know you even do. Don't worry though, pup. Secret's safe with me."

Not bothering to wait for your reaction, Jacob slid his knife beneath the waistband of your underwear. Slicing through it before repeating the same on the opposite side. Afterward, he grabbed the remaining shreds of your panties, bringing them up to examine the cloth without an ounce of shame.

As you groaned and turned your flushing face away, you could hear him make comments that had you biting your tongue.

"Can't deny it, girl. The crotch of these are soaked."

Jesus fucking Christ.

Maybe you'd have been better off if he'd just slit your throat...

Surely anything was better than this humiliating and arousing situation.

Slicing away the cords restraining your thighs, Jacob freed them only for him to stand up then.

With your legs apart, you forced yourself to stare up at the ceiling as he leered over your naked form. Bright, cold eyes unable to look away from your flushed and glistening slit.

"Look away all you want, there's no denying you're clearly gettin' off on this just as much as I am..." Jacob taunted as he knelt before you again. Though, this time, he didn't move in with the hand that was wielding his weapon. Instead, he reached down and spread you open with a calloused thumb, causing you to gasp and your muscles to go taut. Unwilling to cave and give him any sort of further reaction.

Still, that didn't stop him from making things worse with his words. Verbally taunting you as his thumb seized spreading you to instead drift up. Circling your puffy clit till it was wet with your own juices before he moved away. Stroking the thick pad of this thumb all the way down to your hole then gliding it back up to your clit again. Repeating the motion over and over till your back was slightly arching off the chair you were tied to. Your hips weakly jutting forward in a poor attempt to chase the pleasure his thumb was providing. Yet, Jacob seemed to be as cruel as ever. Pulling his hand away right before you could grind yourself against it.

God, you were going to need so much therapy after all of this...

Huffing through your nose, you watched with wet, fearful eyes as he removed his bare hand and returned with the hand wielding the knife. Holding it by the blade-end skillfully as he brought it between your quivering thighs and held it inches away from your cunt.

Quickly shaking your head, you pleaded, "Please, for the love of God, Jacob... I'll let you kill me, just any other way than t-that."

The tears that'd welled up in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks as you tried not to sob and hyperventilate.

Jacob didn't move as he glanced up at you with a cold, halting expression.

"Stop your whining, pup. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not in the way you're thinking..."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Shaking in the chair, you could only watch as Jacob finally moved. Pushing the handle of the knife against your mound and moving it up and down your slit. Every so often, he would pause at your opening just so he could push the slightest amount of the end of the handle inside of you. Fucking you once, twice, three times with the first few inches of the handle before pulling out. Smearing your arousal all over your slit and clitoris till your thighs shook and your mouth finally parted. A soft cry left you as he continued to work you over with the end of the knife.

"J-Jacob..." You panted, glancing at his face and back to the blade between your legs.

"Shh... it's okay. I know whatcha need, Dep'."

Now, Jacob was only grinding the edge of the blade against your wet slit before he finally brought his other hand over. Using his thumb again, Jacob circled and worked your hypersensitive clit until you were openly whining and moaning. Your body finally gave in and writhed for him within its bindings as you pleaded for more with red, flushed eyes.

By all means, you shouldn't have been this close to cumming because of Jacob Seed, of all people in Hope County.

Yet, you couldn't hold your orgasm off any longer.

With a disappointed and wanton cry, your hips began to rock back and forth as you desperately fucked yourself against Jacob's hand and knife. Thick, muscular thighs quivering as waves of pleasure began to overtake you. Thankfully, he didn't stop moving and was at least kind enough to help you ride it out. Continuing to stroke and grind against your moving mound till you begged him to stop. Transparent and slick cum covering not only his hand and knife but your thighs and the chair as well.

"Good girl~" Jacob cooed whilst wiping his knife clean on the front of his pants.

"Was it that hard to just give in?"

Yes.

Yes, it absolutely fucking was, you thought to yourself. 

[firestarter-07]

I need help finding a fanfic 🥲

I think it was called The Real Alpha - it was a jacob seed x reader where the reader had unknowingly stolen one of Jacob's wolves, Jacob goes after them. I swear it was just updated a couple months ago, but now I can't find it. It was on ao3

[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."

[agender-wolfie]

Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️

[paradlselost]

i am so glad im finding another person who writes for far cry :)) if possible, can we see a jacob seed x gn!deputy who replaces pratt as his prisoner? it ends with jacob being their one and only, (even if its dubcon)

WIND — UP TOY

jacob seed x gn!deputy

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ ty for being my first submission ! jacob and his region lowkey scare the shit out of me lmao 🙏 kinda a little fucked up but I mean it’s jacob seed . also sorry this took so long ); smut below the cut

no use of y/n , reader is referred to as ‘ deputy ’ . gender specific nicknames are replaced by ‘ pup ’ . not beta - read

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ blasphemy , deputy is treated like a dog , implied forced cannibalism , implied death of a minor character , brainwashing , jacobs his own warning isn’t he ? smut : dub - con , degrading , oral ( m receiving ) , soft - ish sex , penetration , dacryphillia , one - sided orgasm .

It always crept up on him when he least expected it; when things began to have a sense of normalcy. His days a haze and his nights clouded with gunfire and explosions, dreams marred with blood and the guts of former comrades and men who died far too young. For what?

What is the American dream when the world is going to end anyways? What are the soldiers overseas fighting for when the rivers will soon flow with blood and the ground tarred with ash?

His hand runs over his face; rubbing tired eyes. Demons of his past prey on him while he sleeps, turning him weak. Two to three hours is good enough for him, leaves him rested enough for his eyes to focus on the maps in front of him.

Being the leader of the army of Eden’s Gate wasn’t an easy job, though he held it with pride - a cardinal sin - but Joseph would forgive him as long as the prophecies his little brother had bouncing around his head came true. Jacob didn’t know if he believed in anything, really, it was hard to imagine God was with the soldiers that clutched cross pendants behind HESCO barriers.

But where he might’ve drifted from the true meaning of the cause further and further, where he might’ve argued the existence of a higher power with Joseph; one thing grounded him to his purpose and place in the cult. The Deputy.

Joseph’s ramblings were insane to the layman and gospel to the believer - but it seemed right now they were damn prophetic. Everything he said the Deputy would do; they did, and left bodies in their wake. Sometimes, he would watch whatever the cameras picked up of them on his screens, how they traversed the Whitetails with an almost practiced knowledge.

Sometimes, he felt like the eighteen year old new enlistee again when he watched them. The blood, the gunfire. Jacob Seed was a tough man, righteous and brave, but he would look down at them in their cage and feel the fire on his skin from the ranch he burned all those years ago.

He hated the feeling, wanting to drive his pocket knife into his chest and carve out every semblance of memory he had. But then his music box would rewind, and he would hear the sweet sound of the Platters crooning through the wood and metal and maybe, just maybe, things would be okay for him.

So he watched the way the Deputy writhe behind those thick steel bars against the cold soil, not afforded the luxuries even the most depraved prisoners received. Weak and idiotic for attempting to save their friend; but a mind that could be molded with the right tune.

Staci Pratt was a good pet; Pavlovian in nature and willing to do anything for the oldest Seed brother, so maybe that’s why Jacob began to grow bored of the man. Maybe that’s why he entertained the cracks beginning to show in the conditioning, how Pratt’s eyes softened at the sight of their co-worker being taunted by the Herald and yet knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

An escape plan, of course he knew about it, he had eyes and ears everywhere and could always tell when one of his dogs stepped out of line. A perfectly timed truck, the siren going off to alert that a prisoner had escaped, catching Pratt as he allowed the Deputy to leave without him. It was almost sweet, but moreover vomit-inducing, like a lamb.

Sheep are creatures controlled by their own nature, that’s why dogs have to herd them back into formation - like a general in charge of new recruits. Intolerables are discharged, lambs are taken to the slaughterhouse. Nature, the circle of life, the bad meat is thrown out for the poor and needy to pick through.

“Eat. You wouldn’t want to fall sick, would you?”

A tin was placed in front of the Deputy, they had been through this before. Starved for however many days Jacob deemed necessary - usually ten - before they are given nothing but raw meat to eat. Never did they think they would yearn for the peanuts and beer served at the Spread Eagle, but there was no position to argue about what they were being given here.

Some fell over the side as greedy hands shoveled clump after clump into their mouth, covering it in a pitiful yet successful attempt to keep it down. Never did they ask what kind of meat it was, choosing to instead assume it was from one of the many cow farms in the valley.

“You’re hungry, aren’t ya, pup? You’re lucky, that’s a nice cut of meat.” A grin played on his face as he leaned against the metal bars, fingers grazing over his music box. There wouldn’t be any culling today, no, he had a much better idea in mind.

“Where’s Pratt?”

“Not even a thank you for my generosity, aren’t you fierce?”

“Where is he?”

“Peaches’s little act of rebellion earned him a punishment, I mean; that’s only fair. In a war like this you can’t go sympathizing with the devil, no matter how well you knew them before.”

It’s not an answer, but there’s an unspoken understanding that that is the closest thing the Deputy will get to knowing. A huff falling from their lips, ever the ungrateful dog; but their bowl is licked clean and what more can Jacob ask for?

A soft tsk fell from his lips, cold and condescending because how could he be anything but? Did the thing below him deserve care and kindness? Maybe at some point when they were strong, when their mind was still their own, but now they were nothing but a lamb being fattened for the slaughter.

His fingers grasped their chin, forcing eye contact and no doubt leaving marks that would form bruises. How much had they been through? Chest slashed with the markings from Jacobs little brother and mind already foggy from the bliss that grew in the Henbane; but there was a certain pride he took in being the one to break them.

How much time had passed? Had anyone come looking for them? Jacob had often taunted them, used the fact that they were immobile against the conditioning he had given them to contact anyone. The rebellion would fall without their snake, maybe it already had, how would the Deputy know?

It wasn’t their place to think anymore, to simply let the oldest Herald put a leash around their neck and sit beside like a good dog. Their mind wasn’t their own, now it belonged to him and they had no room to complain.

“Look at’chu, open your mouth.” But he didn’t wait for them to comply, instead he bullied his fingers against their tongue, exploring over their gums and teeth. They could bite him, certainly, but they didn’t - wouldn’t.

Who was Jacob Seed but their owner? He had saved them from themselves, from the blood and the gore and the fire that threatened to burn the world to nothing but ashes. Joseph had greeted them in their new form, John had shown up to pout, but their eyes only ever stayed on the eldest.

“Such a good pup, ‘ did a wonderful job training you, huh?” He asked as if they could answer, as if they weren’t preoccupied by the fingers that traced their mouth like he was mapping them out.

A hum passed from his lips as he removed his fingers, instead moving to undo the buckle on his belt. Even in this state, the Deputy wasn’t stupid and could very clearly tell what was coming next. So, to hopefully avoid any wrath from him, moved to help undo his pants.

Leaning back in his chair and observing as they removed his pants, fingers trailing over the growing bulge in his boxers. Jacob was a stoic man, never did the Deputy know if they were really doing good, but he didn’t scold them so there was no stopping.

Hands smoothed out the black fabric a bit nervously, playing with the hem for a moment before a soft grunt from the Herald alerted them. Knowingly, their fingers hooked underneath the waistband and pulled it away from his freckled skin, letting it pool at his ankles along with his pants.

Wrapping around the base of his still hardening cock, their eyes fluttered up to meet his gray ones. A silent beg, a plea that they were doing alright and there would be no punishment later. All they got in return was a small nod; though there was no love or care behind it. More like a drill sergeant instructing a particularly moldable soldier.

Gentle, unsure licks placed against his tip, hand working against the base; fingers brushing against veins that worked overtime to pump blood to his dick. Jacob Seed was not one for taking his sweet time, his fingers tangled in their hair as he pushed their head down on his aching cock.

A soft gag fell from their lips, hands moving from him to settle on his toned thighs. A heavy breath leaving their nose as they tried their hardest to relax, nuzzling against his untamed ginger hair. He relished in the warmth of their throat, the tightness eliciting a groan as he pushed his hips up.

Their gagging was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, the soft whimpers and tears that emitted from the Deputy as they tried their hardest to just breathe through their nose. He loved the power he held over them, how those pretty tears fell for him.

“Cmon pup, look up at me.”

Fighting between lifting their head to meet his gaze and keeping their mouth wrapped around his cock, the Deputy managed to tilt their head up enough to see him. His smirk widened, cock throbbing against their throat as he watched the tears continue to fall from them.

Another few thrusts to the back of their throat before he groaned, pulling their head off his dick with a small ‘pop’. A trail of saliva still connected their lips, pre-cum mixed in with it. He couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from him at the sight of their swollen lips and heavy breathing.

“Poor thing. Don’t cry, I take care of you, don’t I?”

The Deputy couldn’t do anything but nod, and maybe it was a bit true. Jacob did care for them in his own sick and twisted way. In the back of their mind they wondered if this was how he treated Pratt behind close doors; more like a prized trophy than a lover.

His hands grabbed at their hips, pulling them onto his lap. The small barrier of whatever clothes they had been wearing on their lower half before was quickly removed, giving him access to everything he wanted.

Burying their face into the crook of his neck and wrapping arms around the back of him, the Herald lifted their hips once more to guide himself inside their needy hole before pushing them down onto him. Stretching, pain emanating from the sudden intrusion, he could feel the tears that fell from them and landed against his skin.

He cooed, a grin still wide on his face. His hands still settled on their hips, guiding them up and down on his cock. Gentle movements at first that quickly devolved to an almost feral extent. His pre-cum marred the inside of their hole, creating wet and sticky sounds everytime he fucked in and out of them.

It felt like a dam was about to break by the time Jacob decided he was finished. Loud sobs wracked their body as they cuddled closer to him, so close yet so far. His hips continued to move for a moment; stuttering and shifting a bit before he released inside of them, filling them with his cum.

The Deputy finally leaned back after a moment, tears still flowing from their now red eyes, sniffling - but they still attempted to move their hips over him. To get any kind of release as the Herald caught his breath. Needily grinding against his lap, hands clutching his shirt in a pitiful attempt that only made him laugh more.

“Oh, look at’chu. Pup needs to get off too, huh? Don’t worry, I told you I’ll take care of you.”

[sup-dilfsandmilfs]

Let you down

Jacob Seed x Reader

Not proof read, angst 

Inspired by the song ‘let you down’ by Dawid Podsiadło

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I land punch after punch on Jacob, the wolf beacons still flashing their bright neon red lights. The dream like hallucinations of Jacob continue to swarm me, spewing an onslaught of 'your weak' 'the weak are culled' and 'its hunting season' before suddenly it all stops and clears 

And before me is Jacob, the real one. My bloody fists reach out for him, this time open. I clutch to his jacket as we drop to the ground in a heap 

"You should've never come here" he grumbles out as his arms wrap around me, one hand coming up to stroke the back of my head "I'm sure fate would've let us meet another way" 

"I know, I know. But I'm sure even now we can still find a way to be together" my words go from reassuring to chocked hope

He let out a hoarse chuckle "that day can't come any sooner"

"It can, we'll make it come! We can just leave now, we both know how to fly we can escape together Jacob...please" I practically yell and plead as my grip tightens on his jacket 

His hand cupped my cheek and pulled it up from his chest "you hold onto that dream dep... I'll meet you on the other side" with a smile his hand slowly slipped from my face, I grabbed it and held it back up but it wasn't the same 

The hand slowly turned cold as my tears fell faster "please" I whisper to the gods, any that will listen "please!" I yell up into the sky as tears fall from my eyes

A wolf howls atop the mountain but there is no moon to hear it's cry's, just as there is no god to hear mine 

[smotheredinlighterfluid]

I'm in shambles and in dire need of help

about a year ago I read this absolutely yummy Jacob Seed(farcry5) fanfic that had I think 8-9 chapters. I was trying to go back to it but I had read it when I didn't have an account on ao3 and now I've completely lost it

the fic started with us getting stuck in a bunker with Jacob for like a week and it was a pretty good forced proximity slow burn. The middle is pretty fuzzy in my brain but I remember that the end was Jacob saving from Joseph cause he was trying to brainwash us and everything

I've been searching for it for the past 30 minutes and I'm beginning to lose hope

[dantegreaves00]

And Hell Followed - A Far Cry 5 x FtM Reader series Part Five

Deputy Y/N Jackson is in the middle of a Holy War in Hope County Montana. Originally sent to arrest Joseph Seed he ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance, but the deputy has a secret. A secret that only Whitehorse knows. When his younger brother and sister show up one day out of the blue, Y/N finds out that his own personal hell has found him. Now with the help of the very people he was supposed to stop can he save his family and himself?

I know this summary sucks.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this slow burn series

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of past child abuse

Mentions of past child SA

Mentions of SA

Stalking

Guns

Drugs

Religion bashing (the Deputy has religious trauma)

Religious trauma

Transphobia

Homophobia

Angst

Tag list

@gamergirl-06 @capriskunk @transpanda07

This chapter is a rushed mess and I apologise for it, next part will be better.

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Once we made it inside I was met by a very confused Mary May and a concerned Pastor Jerome.

"Guys, this is my little brother Elijah and my little sister Ava, 'Va, Jah, meet my friends Mary May and Pastor Jerome" I said as I sat Ava at the bar.

"Nice to meet you sir, ma'am" Elijah said with a wave as Ava munched away happily at a pack of chips Mary May had given her.

"Like wise young man, little miss" Jerome said.

"Mary May, do you think you could watch Ava while I talk to Elijah, and Jerome do you think you could radio Whitehorse and get him to come here?" I asked as I motioned to Elijah to follow me to the other side of the room.

Once I was sure Ava was distracted I turned my attention to my little brother.

"What do you mean he's out?"

"He showed up at my school, he didn't say anything but he wanted me to see him, to know he was there, so after I picked Ava after school I packed a couple of bags and stole the neighbours car" he said before he noticed the look I was giving him "I didn't mean to steal it, but I panicked, I knew that once I got here to you, everything would be fine"

Before I could respond Sheriff Whitehorse walked in.

"What's going on Deputy?"

"Earl, our father's out"

"Shit, what can I do to help Rookie?" Whitehorse asked as he took his hat off to rubb at his head.

"I need you to stay here and watch them while I go and see if I can find a safe place for them to stay at" I told him before taking Elijah back to where Ava was at the bar.

"Ok vous deux, I'm going to need you to stay here with Sheriff Whitehorse while I go do something very important d'accord" I said before grabbing my radio and walking out of the Spread Eagle.

Bringing my radio to my face I pressed the button to call the one person in Hope County I knew would understand.

"We need to talk"

••Timeskip••

After making sure I wasn't spotted I made my way towards the Veteran's center.

After a pat down by a couple of Peggies I was led towards Jacob's office.

"What do you want Deputy?" Jacob asked me as he read over what I guessed to be paper work for the Cult.

"I need your help" I said bluntly as I took a seat in front of his desk.

"And why would I help you?"

"Because you know what it's like, wanting to keep those closest to you safe"

After a moment of silence between us he finally looked at me.

"What do you need me to do?"

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Another rendition of the judge and jacob!