#jacob seed/female deputy

[some27-url]

[A Different Kind of Love]

Far Cry 5 • [Explicit] • [Graphic Depictions of Violence] ••Jacob Seed/female Deputy • Eli Palmer/female deputy•• Whump • Physical Violence • Brainwashing • Eventual Smut

Jacob's boots appeared in her line of sight. When he leaned down far enough to make eye contact she couldn't help but squirm at the sight of him hanging over her, looking like destruction personified. He was covered in soot from head to toe, though some had been cleared from around his eyes, and his copper hair struggled to peek out from under all the dust. She yanked frantically on her restraints. “Where's your first aid kit?” he asked, shouting like he was trying to reach her through a bad connection. “I'd like to stitch your goddamned head before you bleed out.”

“Eat shit,” she sneered.

Rook and Jacob end up in a bunker alone for the collapse. Hilarity ensues.

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[grimmylover7]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Sharky Boshaw/Faith Seed Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Betrayal, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Military Backstory, Mildly Dubious Consent, gratuitous use of nicknames, Jacob Seed is His Own Warning, So is John Seed, Rook is a BAMF, Male Deputy is a cinnamon roll, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Psychological Torture, Brainwashing, Strong Language, They swear like sailors, Even in their heads, Trigger usage, Smut, Slow Burn, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Drug Use, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Rooks therapy was music, Jacob betrays that and pays the price, Victor just wants everyone to go to proper therapy, John is extra in this but his trauma gets called out, Then handled, I think all the Seeds are capable of growth, Except Joseph, Joseph bashing, Rook is sick of this shit, Jacob is just tired, Crack Treated Seriously, Somewhat, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Smut in chapters 1, Chapter 3, chapter 6, Plot, Porn With Plot, Y'all aren't ready for the direction this is gonna go, guarantee it Summary:

Sometimes life lets you struggle- to prepare you for things to come. Rook knows this all too well- but she has to wonder when life is also going to back off.

In this one, Rook is prepared for the cult (unfortunately), and the fight that comes with it. Our other deputy is not, but he's optimistic at least. Hell will be raised. Explosions will be had. Plenty of violence-- But what is going on between the deputies and the heralds?!

(I’ll be posting chapters as I finish editing them til I’m caught up to current. Then I’ll update the schedule)

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I’d really appreciate feedback on this so far!! Comments, even little ones, would mean the world! I also left both deputies (mostly) ambiguous description wise so you can mostly imagine you own deputies in their place. 12 of 19 written chapters posted so far- just hit the 100K mark but it’s actually over 160 so stay tuned. Still writing on the current chapters too, so it’s not abandoned!!

[sweeetestcurse]

TO SURVIVE - CHAPTER 11

Seperation anxiety rears its ugly head. Jodie doesn’t know how to handle herself.

[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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[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.

[direwombat]

Ahhhhhhhh h I commissioned @schoute to draw jacob and syb with syb as a chosen (ie, her in her endgame look) and I am absolutely blown away!!! I am going to stare at this for the next five hours 🧡🧡🧡

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[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."

[adamantiumkitty]

Had so much fun doing this commission for @agamemgoth of Jacob Seed and their Deputy! 🥺💕 I miss drawing the Seeds 💖

[some27-url]

[A Different Kind of Love] [Chapter 4]

Cold eyes blinked at her as he scooped a spoonful and leveled it with her gaze. “Choo choo,” he intoned.

Rook only glared.

“Refuse if you want, cookie, but I don't think you're gonna like what comes next.”

[Explicit] - [Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Whump] - [Brainwashing] - [Torture]

(hang in there Rook)

[skoll-sun-eater]

Yaay, I finished my gift commission for my husby, based on my fic 'Play Nice'. Yeah Phedra, just cannot be in the picture. 😅 She's there tho, I prommy.

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[flare-queen]

Some fun screenshots from the arcade, with the Seeds and Deputy Riley Colt.

[thegreatml]

Far Cry 5 - Fanfic update (June 2024)

Part 4, Chapter 2 of my ongoing Far Cry 5 series, ‘The Lost Sheep’, is now live! You can read it right here 👉 I'll show you what true salvation means (John Seed/Deputy) 👈

Want to read the previous parts? Easy-peasy, with just one little click/tap, you can:

Story 1: Give your big mouth a rest, Johnny-boy (Female Deputy/John Seed)

Story 2: Then Cull Me! (Female Deputy/Jacob Seed)

Story 3: Oh, What a Blissful Joy (Female Deputy/Faith Seed)

Story 4 Chapter 1: Family Dinner at the Seed Ranch - We've eagerly been awaiting you, child (Interlude)

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Jacob Seed x Deputy Riley Colt