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ex-tenebris · 2 months
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"Just saying, next time you find yourself alone with him, maybe a good long something or other could save our necks."
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iwantjohnsseed · 9 months
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Currently toying with the idea of making a John Seed centric Discord server because Tumblr groupchats don't exist anymore and that's usually what I'd do to have somewhere to direct the character brainrot... So anyways if even like 2-3 people are interested I'll do it. I prefer small servers anyways.
(And like every other chat/server I've ever made, this would be an 18+ only space.)
If interested, PLS COMMENT on this post or DM me!
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alexxmason · 1 year
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She might just be my everything. So do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?
My dear, dear friend and bestie @everlastingstarlight surprised me with this more than beautiful, sweet, wonderful, gorgeous piece by @minilev of my sweethearts in their weekend AU!! I am totally in awe and full of gratitude; they look so wholesome (and I am a sucker for my Chris John) 🙈❤️ words can't begin to describe how amazing this is and how much i love this❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭
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inafieldofdaisies · 9 months
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Custom funko pop project | Esther Seed (FC5 OC) | Custom order reveal
I recently had the pleasure of working with @vampireninjabunnies-blog on creating a custom pop of her OC Esther Seed. I had so much fun with this project: from handcrafting the dress to adding small details like her body freckles and working on a matching box design. With some pops I end up feeling like pictures don't do them proper justice, especially with how dainty they actually look in person.
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axelflare9700 · 4 months
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John Seed x Grace my wife's oc
Christmas Treats
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flare-queen · 7 months
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The Heart wants what the heart wants.
John without and with a beard because why not?
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wrathfulrook · 1 year
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Honesty and Obedience
John x Deputy OC (Patience)
Rating: E
Word count: ~4.6k
Summary: Six months ago, Patience was a junior deputy fighting a cult. Yesterday, she was a woman trapped underground with three men who hated her as much as she hated them. Today, she was an omega, desperate to find a mate before it was too late.
A/N: Yeah it’s an a/b/o fic. But fuck it, I write for me! :)
Read it on ao3 here!
Junior Deputy Patience Ekner or, more accurately, former junior deputy, hadn’t nested in years. She’d been on suppressants for years, and omegas only really nested when in heat. Or under extreme stress. To be fair, Patience had been under extreme stress since the onset of the Reaping just over a year ago. But since the Reaping began, she had been practically homeless. She’d had nowhere to nest and never stopped moving long enough to make one. Since the Collapse six months ago, the stress had been nigh on unmanageable, but she didn’t dare nest. Even when her every instinct was begging her to. She couldn’t be caught nesting. Not now. Not when she was trapped underground with the Seed brothers. Three alphas who really did not like her. Three alphas who, thanks to her suppressants, did not know she was an omega.
But now she nested. She took all the stressed out energy she’d bottled up since that helicopter went down and poured it into this nest, hoping for finally a shred of comfort. She climbed into it, burrowing beneath covers, but didn’t get much comfort. How could she? The nest was made only of the flat pillow and thin blankets that were stored in the bunker, and her own clothes. It lacked softness and safety, the scents of her loved ones. She didn’t even know if her friends and family were still alive.
So she burrowed in her nest and tried to take what little comfort she could. Because it didn’t matter now if she was found out.
She didn’t have much time left.
Before she was found out, that is. Not that she hadn’t seriously considered suicide.
But no. She’d decided to go forward. So, with time running out, she took in a shaky breath and stood. She looked in the mirror, tousling her hair and pinching her cheeks for color. No matter how horrible she felt, she had to look good. Attractive. Enticing.
The rest of her life depended on this.
Patience was as confident as she was ever going to be – very little, so she left her room and travelled across the cold but surprisingly large bunker, dread spreading through her with each step that took her closer to her fate. After steeling herself to turn the final corner, she was confronted with the broad back of Jacob Seed. He and his younger brother were chatting amiably. She even caught a chuckle from Jacob, a sound so unfamiliar it was almost frightening.
Despite the oddness of the situation, she squeezed in beside the soldier, as close to the doorway as she could get with him leaning against the doorframe. John noticed her first, looking at her with almost disinterest from his place perched on his bed. Following his gaze, Jacob noticed her as well and fell silent.
Patience opened and shut her mouth in an attempt to speak before actually succeeding. Her eyes not leaving John’s, she asked, “Could you give us a moment to speak privately, Jacob? Please?”
“Please?” he scoffed. Whether in surprise or mocking, Patience wasn’t sure. But he did go, leaving her to step into the room and shut the door behind her.
Leaving her alone with John.
The room reeked of his scent, and her knees almost buckled at the onslaught of rain and spice assaulting her senses. Fresh and light, but with a note of darkness weaving itself underneath. She’d always thought his scent suited him.
“Deputy.”
“Patience,” she corrected him. Given the nature of her visit, she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach him referring to her with the obsolete title she’d long insisted he use.
John’s eyebrows theatrically shot up. “Patience, is it now? We’re suddenly on a first name basis?”
She sat in the room’s one chair, across from his place on the bed, and said, “I thought it’d be best, given the conversation I want to have.”
“Color me intrigued, Patience.” The way he spoke her name sounded absolutely lascivious. “Are we finally confessing?”
“No, at least, not like you mean…”
John quirked an eyebrow with a small smirk. “But you are confessing something?”
He was enjoying this. He didn’t even know what was happening, didn’t know just how far she was about to fall, how her life was changing on a scale comparable to the Collapse. He just saw her obvious anxiety, sensed how powerless she felt, and loved it.
Patience swallowed thickly to buy herself another moment to build up her courage, and spoke. “As I’m sure you know, I’m on suppressants.”
She glanced up to gauge his reaction so far. He had none, but eventually nodded at her to continue.
“Right, well, I’ve been on suppressants for years, but when the Collapse came, and we went underground, it was all so sudden. All I had was my backpack, which was fine I guess, because basically everything I owned was in there, but-“ Patience paused, realizing she was rambling. She took a deep breath before continuing, looking down at her lap instead of forward at John. “I had about a six month supply, but it’s out. I took my last suppressant late last night, so come-“
“You what?” John suddenly shot up, towering over her seated position, rage alight in his eyes.
Patience was confronted by the scarred and tattooed expanse of his skin, as it was getting late and he wore only a loose fitting pair of flannel pajama pants. She leaned back as far as the chair allowed to look up as his face, twisted in anger.
“Why wouldn’t you wean yourself off of them? Quitting suppressants cold turkey after years? Within a few hours you’ll be thrown into an overwhelming rut without any omegas around! In confined quarters with three other alphas! You’ve put us all in a fucked up situation! What is wrong with you?” he seethed.
She scented the rage he was pushing at her and that, along with his yelling, was enough to spring tears to her eyes that she had to quickly blink away. Her hormones were already pushing through, it seemed. She spoke again, nonetheless.
“No, uh, actually, that won’t be a problem. Going into rut, I mean. I’ll actually go into- into heat.”
John stopped his anxious pacing and stared at her, open-mouthed in surprise. She would’ve enjoyed that in any other scenario. As it was, she wanted to skip the shock and move on to the problem solving portion of this conversation.
“I know everyone thought I was an alpha, and obviously, I let them think that. But I’m not. And when the last of the suppressants leave my system, I’ll be thrown into a dangerously strong heat. In confined quarters with three alphas. All of whom hate me.”
She almost hoped he would correct her on that last point, but he just continued to gape at her like some kind of fish.
“I’m not stupid enough to think I can make it through the next six and half years down here without being,” she paused to think of the best word before settling for diplomacy, “claimed. And, before I went into heat, I wanted a chance to choose for myself. So, if you’ll have me, I’m choosing you.” She subtly stuck her chest out as she finished speaking, remembering to make herself as appealing as possible, determined to have some sort of say in her own fate.
And then, John laughed.
He laughed, genuinely, from deep in his belly. It was a sound of pure delight. And now it was Patience’s turn to be stunned into silence. She wasn’t sure what she expected, really. Her worst fears were either being claimed roughly and immediately, or being outright rejected. She hadn’t expected this. But she probably should have.
He bent down in front of her, bringing them to eye level with one another, and put his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping her. He grinned widely.
“Oh, Patience,” he laughed.
Yes, she should’ve expected a reaction like this from him. John was a sadist first and a human being second. Of course he’d be gleeful at the prospect of dominating her, controlling her, owning her. Of course he’d love the idea of his enemy, once so proud and powerful, demurely  asking to be mated by him. She had no cards to play here, and he knew it.
“You want to be my omega, hm? You want me to mate you?” he asked, grinning like a snake oil salesman. Though he couldn’t yet scent the fear rolling off her in waves, he could see it in her eyes. And he loved it. “Tell me, why should I?”
Patience felt her brows furrow in confusion. This isn’t what she’d expected at all.
He chuckled lowly as he pushed himself back up, crossing the small bedroom to lean back against the wall, looking down at her.
“We have a few hours until the suppressants leave your system, right? So, tell me why you picked me. There are two other alphas down here, so why are you here asking for my knot instead of one of my brothers’?” She winced at his vulgarity, but if he noticed, he didn’t care. “You want to be my omega? Convince me,” he hissed.
The fucking bastard. Here she was, offering herself up on a silver platter for this unhinged, murderous asshole, and it wasn’t enough. He wanted her to audition. He wanted her to beg.
Patience wanted to lash out, to slap him, to storm out of this room and call his bluff, taking her chances and letting whichever Seed was fastest and strongest have her. But, as good as it might feel in the moment, there was a decent chance she’d regret it for the rest of her life. So, instead, she took a calming breath and leveled her gaze to meet his.
“I’ve been thinking about this for six months, John. I’ve considered every outcome of every choice I could make here. I am asking you to mate me. If you say no, there are two other alphas for me to turn to.” The words sounded more threatening than she’d meant them to, but maybe that was good thing.
The slimy smile never left his face. “Yes, there are. But you aren’t in either of their rooms, little sinner. You’re here in mine. Why? I expect obedience and honesty from my mate.”
She felt her heart race. Once her claimed her, he could just force her to obey. She knew that. But hearing it aloud…
“You said you’d given it a lot of thought. What thoughts?”
You sit down and we talk.
This very much felt like a confession. And John was a practiced confessor. He’d get the truth from her eventually, even if it was simply in a few hours, when her heat made her desperate for his direction.
It didn’t matter why, really, so why not tell him? She wanted to be honest with him. More accurately, she wanted to want to be honest with him.
She wanted to have a real relationship. She wanted to want to grow to love him.
“Answer me.”
So she did. “There were lots of little reasons, I guess. A few big ones, too.”
He nodded for her to continue, his smile gone and his face blank.
Honesty. He wanted honesty. Maybe honesty would work.
“Primarily, because I thought you’d be the most likely to say yes. Because you’re possessive.”
Because he’d be least likely to share her. He’d be less likely to use her during her heats or his ruts and cast her aside to then be used by his brothers. He’d want to be the only one to have her. The only one to fuck anyone for the next six and half years.
His eyes narrowed and she was quick to placate him.
She looked up at him submissively through her lashes as she spoke. “But that’s not the only reason obviously. I had to consider…” she trailed off.
“You had to consider what? Tell me. Honesty and obedience,” he reiterated.
Patience nodded and swallowed. “Pups. I had to consider pups. I needed to choose a father, not just a mate.”
A small smile formed on his face and a wave of relief rushed through her. Good. She was doing good. Honesty.
“Joseph killed his own child already.” She began to speak quickly to cut off his impending accusation of blasphemy. “I know the Voice commanded it, but it still gives me pause. You can understand as a potential mother how that worries me?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes. I understand. The Father has many to attend to. Perhaps God would not want him to have another child, and would make the same command again.”
She nodded. They didn’t need to agree on the specifics. Just that Joseph might not be the best father, lowercase f.
“And I don’t share Jacob’s beliefs in social Darwinism. What if I had his child and it was imperfect in some way?” She didn’t complete the thought, not wanting to state outright to this quick-to-anger alpha that his brother would needlessly kill a child. Still, John knew what she was saying, and he didn’t much like it.
“Jacob wouldn’t want to spend limited resources on a weak child that wouldn’t be able to survive and thrive in New Eden. I can see where, as that child’s mother, you may not like it, but the reasoning is sound,” he stated, his voice hard. “Tell me, how would that be worse than how you killed many of our flock? How you killed my sister?”
Fear rolled through her body at the scent of anger filling the room. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and found herself meaning it. Because, in the end, none of those deaths, even Faith’s, had made a bit of difference. And anyone who survived the initial bombing had one less bunker to flee to.
Her genuine apology eased his anger a bit, and she continued. “I just meant that out of your brothers, you seemed like the best choice of a father.”
And he did, much to her chagrin. This sadist, who tortured her, tortured her friends, and may very well end up torturing his own children one day, was the best option available to her. She’d likely carry his pups. When she’d first come to that conclusion, she almost became ill.
“Is that it?” he prompted.
If she closed her eyes, Patience could imagine that they were in his bunker, that she was tied to this chair, and that he paced before her brandishing a knife. But her eyes were open, and he still leaned back against the wall, and she was still technically here of her own free will.
“You’re closest in age to me.”
He hummed in response. “And that matters to you?”
She nodded. “Alphas and omegas have been known to die of grief when their mate dies. Jacob is almost twenty years older than me, and Joseph is only a few years younger than that. Choosing one of them could be like cutting my life expectancy down by years.” She’d initially had trouble deciding if that was a pro or con, before ultimately deciding against it.
John snorted out laugh. “That really only applies to mates who genuinely loved their late partner.”
Patience dropped her gaze back down to her lap. She wished she’d waited longer before coming to him. But she’d waited as long as she though was safe. If she was on the brink of heat, there was a risk of being found by another Seed brother first. But, on the other hand, if she smelled good enough when she came to John, he may have claimed her immediately upon her asking. She wouldn’t have had to go through this.
“Ohhh,” he crooned, glee once again evident in his voice. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? The big bad deputy wants to fall in love and live happily ever after, hm? You just want to be a pretty little omega for your alpha, being fucked and bred and kept?”
He laughed like it was absurd, and six months ago, before the Collapse, it would have been. But that was before. When she had options. She wasn’t lying when she’d told John she spent the past six months analyzing her choices. And as it stood, her choices boiled down to killing herself, getting used as little more than a shared toy for the next six and half years, or being claimed. And if she was claimed, her options were happiness or unhappiness.
“Is that so bad?” she eventually asked. “I don’t have a lot of choices, here. I’d rather try to make  this work than, than-“ she trailed off looking for the right word. She couldn’t find it, but, basically, she’d rather try than not try. She had nothing else to lose.
John laughed again. Not maliciously at her, she didn’t think, but rather joyfully at his own fortune. His enemy was going to belong to him. He’d bring her into the flock, just like Joseph wanted. From where he stood, everything was looking up.
“Alright, Patience. Is that it? You liked your chances. You liked your pups’ chances. I’m the youngest brother. Anything else?”
Honesty. She needed him to say yes. She’d laugh at the role reversal in any other scenario.
Honesty. “My reasons weren’t all strictly practical,” she admitted. “…I’m most attracted to you. And your scent is the most appealing. It’s like rain and spice.”
She felt her cheeks heat at the admission. She’d once confessed that she found John attractive to Sharky, who was so drunk that he fell over from laughing. He admitted he could see the appeal, but still mocked her relentlessly for weeks. Simpler times. Better times.
John didn’t laugh at her, though. Instead, the scent of pleased alpha was pushed toward her, and she felt almost dizzy from the intoxicating wave of it. Either being in such a confined space with his scent was affecting its potency, or her final dose of suppressant was starting to wane.
John crossed the small space quickly and pulled her from the chair before she could register what had happened. With his hands firmly on her hips, he pulled her body against his, the bare skin of his torso pressed firmly against her back. He brought his lips to her ear, his rough facial hair scratching the sensitive skin. She shuddered. In either fear or lust, she couldn’t tell. If John decided to mate her, the two would likely be linked in her mind forever.
“You want to be my omega?” He lowered his nose to her scent gland, and she found herself baring her neck, submitting to his inspection of her. He inhaled deeply and she felt her nipples stiffen against the dark fabric of her tank top while warmth pooled low in her belly. “Yes. We can do that.” He licked a stripe up her neck, across her scent gland, in a lewd promise of what was to come.
“John-“ she began, but he ignored her, trailing a hand up her body to finger at the black choker she wore around her neck.
“And you’ve already collared yourself for me like a good little omega. Good.”
She almost collapsed at his praise, and she found herself confused by her own reaction. Her heat was just barely starting to come on, for the first time in years, making her thoughts too foggy to even realize that’s what was happening.
“Your scent is still too dull. Go take a hot shower. Scalding.”
Her brow furrowed and she began to argue. “But I-“
He silenced her with a sharp nip to the shell of her ear. “Honesty and obedience,” he reminded her in a low whisper. “You’ve been very honest for me, but now it’s time to obey. Go shower. Sweat out the last of your suppressants.”
Patience nodded dumbly as he pushed her toward the small bathroom attached to the back corner of his room. She shut the door behind herself and turned the water on, as hot as it would go, trapping the steam in the small room. She whipped off her clothes as quickly as possible, kicking her pajama shorts and tank top into a corner. She debated whether or not to take off her choker – John had expressed his admiration for it – before ultimately deciding to take it off and throw it onto the pile. She didn’t want it to get in the way of a claiming bite.
At the thought of a claiming bite on her neck, a wave of heat coursed through her gut, followed immediately by a sharp cramp that almost brought her to her knees. She gasped at the feeling, aching and empty, and yet so painful.
It was only then that she realized the suppressants were leaving her body and her heat was starting. She found herself wanting to be claimed, not dreading it as she had been when walking to his room.
She stepped under the hot water and scrubbed her skin raw with a loofah that smelled too much like soap and not enough like John. And at the thought of John, waiting for her just outside the door, slick leaked out of her, more slippery than the scalding water trailing down her nude form. A harsh wave of cramping accompanied the slick, and she almost cried out. It was too much, had been too long. It was so much worse than she remembered. She needed it to stop. She needed John to fuck the pain away.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the alpha entered the bathroom, and Patience barely bit back a moan at the thought of him joining her under the spray. But instead of joining her, his tattooed arm entered the shower and turned the dial off. She stood dripping wet before him as he stepped onto the slippery tile and buried his face in her neck again.
This time as he inhaled her scent, she felt him grow hard, his flannel covered dick digging into her hip. She whined at the sensation.
He pulled back and smiled brilliantly at her. “Greed is a sin, omega.”
She nodded dumbly in agreement, shaking drops of warm water from her hair.
“You smell much better, now. Absolutely irresistible.”
And then his lips were on hers, dominating her. He bit at her soft lower lip, smiling when she yelped in pain. She granted his tongue entry when it was requested. He kissed her like he was devouring her, conquering this woman who had long been a thorn in his side. And she loved it.
“Please,” she begged as the cramping sensation overcame her again. “Please, John. It hurts.”
“Shhh,” he soothed her with a self-satisfied grin on his face. “I’m here.”
Harshly kissing her again, he guided her out of the bathroom and towards the bed. She left droplets of water in their wake, but neither of them noticed or cared. When she was close enough, he roughly shoved her back onto the bed. Before she had even settled, he pulled his pants down, shucking them out of the way. He wore nothing underneath and stood bare before her, proud and leaking.
He pumped his dick once in his hand and Patience let out an appreciative moan at the sight of him. He smiled down at her, still fully in control of himself, and asked, “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” she whined, drawing out his favorite word and coaxing a moan from him in return.
“Then present for your alpha.”
She wasted no time in flipping herself over onto her elbows, lowering her head and raising her ass, giving him a clear view of her slick, aching cunt.
John knelt behind her, dragging the head of his dick through her folds. It was simultaneously too much and not enough. The sensation was overpowering but she still ached so strongly. She needed him inside her or she felt she was going to die.
“Please, alpha, fuck me, please!” she sobbed.
“Oh, Patience, you beg so beautifully.”
With that, he hilted himself inside of her. He groaned appreciatively at the feeling of her clenching hot and tight around him, while she cried out in relief at finally being filled. He gave her almost no time to adjust before he was thrusting in and out of her rapidly, one hand gripping her hip tight enough to bruise, the other pushing her upper back down, keeping her pinned where he wanted her.
As he moved in and out of her, Patience’s whole world narrowed to the feeling of him dragging against her walls, chasing away the pain and replacing it with a glorious building warmth. A particularly rough thrust had her jolting forward, eyes rolling back.
John laughed out loud, and she found herself absolutely enamored with the sound. She’d do anything to hear it again, and so she pushed roughly back into him. Fucking herself onto him, chasing her own pleasure and desperate for his.
Patience realized she was babbling incoherently, a nonsensical mixture made of mostly John, alpha, and please. She replaced the babbling as she got closer and closer to the edge, burying her face into the sheets below her.
“’M gonna come,” she whined, fucking herself faster onto him.
“No,” he snarled, digging his nails into the soft flesh of her hip. “You wait for your alpha. You come when you’re told!”
Heat coiled through her belly at his words, and John fucked her harder, jolting her forward with each thrust.
“Please! Can’t help it, alpha. Gonna come, need to, please-“ Patience babbled and cried, desperate to come, but just as desperate to please the alpha behind her.
His hips stuttered, and Patience knew he was close. She cried out as his deft fingers left her back to rub circles on her clit. Her body bucked wildly as she came, vision going black with pleasure. Before she realized it was happening, the pleasure turned to white-hot pain, exploding from her neck outward, where John’s teeth were now latched onto her scent gland, drawing blood.
John came with his teeth still on her, and as his knot inflated, locking them together, the pain of his bite dulled into a warm, throbbing pleasure that pulsed through her body. She couldn’t help the shiver running through her as he maneuvered them down onto the bed, laving soothing licks onto the wound.
As the pain and pleasure both dulled down, Patience hummed contently while her alpha nuzzled his nose into her still-damp hair and ran his fingers up and down her side. Her alpha. She was claimed. She was safe.
Safe with John. She couldn’t suppress the giddy giggle that bubbled out of her at the thought, so unexpected even just hours ago.
“What’s so funny, my dear?” he whispered into her ear, fingers traveling down to play with one of her nipples.
“Nothing.” Honesty. “I just feel safe with you, is all.”
Pleasure rolled off of him at her response, and she smiled. She was making her alpha happy.
His hands continued to travel, exploring and playing with her body, now his. In spite of his ministrations, he spoke gently in her ear. “Go to sleep, Patience. You need to rest.”
She doubted it would be long before the next wave of her heat overtook her, especially with him teasing her like he was. Obedience. But she shut her eyes nonetheless, relaxing into her alpha’s arms.
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cassietrn · 1 year
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5 fanfics about John Seed that I recommend on AO3
* Memorial Day Weekend by Emptybliss (finished)
* Preaching to the Converted by StaticVagrant (finished)
* Baptized in Bloody Water by Viriditys (in progress)
* Wayward Homecoming by strangefable (finished)
* The Great Day of Their Wrath Has Come by vampinsecret (finished)
I shared 5 fanfics about Jacob, now it’s John’s turn ! It’s difficult to me to choose which of the 3 brothers is my favorite. They each have something that makes you want to scratch beneath the surface.
For John, I like the idea of ​​a John looking for affection and recognition, behind his cruelty. A broken child, separated from his family, abused by his adoptive parents, consumed by his wrath and sentenced to become a man he wasn't meant to be.
But I also like the fanfics that exploit his sadistic side, because that's what makes John Seed the man he is.
So, if you like the character of John Seed, don’t hesitate to discover these stories.
(Once again, sorry for my english)
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sephi-seedling-23 · 10 months
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So, to the people who have read what 3 or 4 works I have posted. Would anyone be interested if I did a story about John Seed falling in love with Persephone, Dutch's niece from Arkansas? Im thinking a soulmate type au. Please, send me thoughts
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you deserve all my love all my adoration
was lucky enough to comm @redreart for this piece of john and tobias for summerseed month !!!!! it hasnt gone exactly to plan but gosh i love this so much its a shame its taken me so long to post it fjdskfjs i blame covid and also my brain just not working right Ever and also Charter Spectrum Just In General. anyway i love how cute they always look in your style <3 thank you so much for working with me again !!!!!!!
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deputyash · 2 years
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Everything is Pretty
Pairing: Dove Ash x John Seed
Word Count: 1,112
Warnings: Unintentional Drug Use (Bliss), Kissing while Intoxicated, Suggestive Content
Summary: John falls in some Bliss water, kissing ensues.
Tag List: @cryptichobbit @happyhoneyhands
A/N: I’m back with more fics featuring Dove & John kissing…whoops haha XD I decided to play around with some pre-relationship Dovie/John. It’s not really connected to anything, it’s purely standalone.
Hope Y'all Enjoy! :)
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“You…you did this.” John seethes as he tries his hardest to keep Dove pinned to the ground.
His hand blankets across her throat, but the bliss running through his system prevents him from adding any real pressure to the threat. His eyes work hard to stay ablaze with anger, but the sparkling flecks are starting to make his vision swim. His fingers loosen before his hand finally drops away from her neck completely. His head unwillingly dips down, forehead idly resting against the grass next to her face. 
Dove takes the opportunity to try and squirm out of his grasp. Unfortunately the bliss was making him nothing more than dead weight and his torso was keeping her arms pinned down by her sides. She picks up her head as much as she can and looks over at him with a scowl.
“You’re the idiot who fell into the river. Maybe you should try watching where you’re going.”
John lets out an annoyed noise but it comes out more like a whine than anything else. She watches as his head lolls to the side in an effort to look at her again. She could practically see the swirls of bliss twisting through his pupils. His breathing is unsteady as he tries to muster up the will to bite back a response. Instead he just lets out a breathy laugh and his head drops back to the ground.
“Get off of me John.” Dove says, becoming increasingly annoyed. 
He tilts his head to the side, allowing his breath to fan across her neck. It tickles against her skin, causing a phantom of a shiver to run down her shoulder. She tries to turn away but she doesn't get far with his body still holding her in place.
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, Deputy.”
His voice has lost nearly every remnant of ire that was present just a few moments ago. She doesn't think she’s ever seen him so complaisant before…well besides the time Joseph chastised him for nearly drowning her.
“Deputy…?” 
She hums in reply.
John’s eyebrows crease as he studies her face. Maybe it was just the bliss emanating off of him starting to affect her too, but she couldn't help but find his expression mildly...endearing.
“Have you always been so pretty?” He asks, mouth lazily rolling across the words. 
His statement nearly has her frozen in place. Dove stares up at the sky as she processes what he’s just said to her. Apparently the bliss was causing a similar effect on him as well. She looks back over at him.
“You’re under the influence of bliss, John. Everything is pretty.”
He shakes his head as he lifts his gaze once again. He drags his right hand up from its spot against the grass and clumsily places it against her cheek. She goes to pull away, but the look he gives her makes her pause. His eyes were so soft and nearly reverent in the way they looked at her. They were the complete opposite of the usual wrathful appearance that so many feared. Her eyes dip down to his mouth where his lips are parted and small breaths escape one by one.
“Beautiful…” He murmurs. 
John begins to lean towards her and Dove quickly realizes what he was about to do. She looks down and notices that one of her arms has been freed now that his hand has moved to her cheek. She pulls her left arm out from underneath him and quickly presses her palm against his shoulder, keeping him from kissing her. 
“You’re gonna regret it later if you kiss me John...” She says, voice trailing away.
His lips fold into a pout and his eyes flicker with rejection. His chest pushes back against her hand weakly, silently trying to persuade her to move her arm out of the way. She tries to swallow down the butterflies fluttering up into her stomach as his eyes continue to plead with her.
“Please…” He says, voice barely above a whisper.
She waits for only a moment longer before the pressure she had on him loosens. As her hand slides down away from his chest, he leans forward, his eyes fluttering closed as he presses his lips against hers in a featherlight kiss. He lets out a sigh against her mouth as satisfaction rushes through his body. His grip against her cheek tightens as he pulls her closer to him. His lips are warm against hers as he goes back in for seconds and thirds. 
Dove wraps her free arm around his torso and grasps onto the back of his shirt, dragging him towards her. A needy groan escapes from John’s throat as he presses himself against her harder. His mouth parts and his tongue licks a stripe across her kiss-swollen lips, begging her to let him consume all of her. She lets out a shuddering breath as she lets him in. 
In an instant his tongue is invading her mouth and sliding up against her own. She lets out a sigh as she presses her own mouth upwards, matching John’s eagerness. He hums in return and reaches his hand down to grip onto her hip. He slips his palm under her shirt and rests it against her skin as he continues his work on her mouth. 
When John finally pulls away to greedily suck in a breath of air, he keeps his eyes closed, completely drunk on kissing. Dove looks up at him equally as breathless as he is. She frees her other arm before reaching up and cupping his cheek, running her fingers back until they’re tangled in his hair. He opens his eyes and looks down at her with an azure gaze filled with desire.
“Deputy…”
“John.” She breathes.
He leans back down, only this time he doesn’t go for her lips. He nuzzles his face against her cheek, letting his beard scratch against her skin, setting off a wave of sensations rushing across her flesh. She feels his lips raise into a smirk as he tilts his head against hers. He brings his lips right up to her ear. He lets out a deep sigh before speaking again.
“I didn’t know you felt so…passionately about me, Deputy.” He hums, voice sounding much clearer than earlier. “I do hope that we can indulge in these activities again in the future.”
Dove opens her mouth to respond, but he quickly bites down on her neck, just below her ear, killing her words before they could even form. Even with the bliss leaving his system, he wasn’t done with her just yet, and neither was she.
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chaos-smh · 2 years
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True Faith
a/n: A FC5 drabble I found in my drafts. It isn’t proof-read and the story may be a bit all over the place. Apologies if it’s hard to follow but I enjoyed writing it. First post! ♡
pairing/s: Seed!family x original child!character
content: mentions of abuse, death and depression
word count: 1,117 words
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driven by her own hatred and guilt, lilith finally gives in. her mind and soul crumbled beneath the seed family as she struggles to come to terms with her new life. the road ahead of her never looked more rocky
A humble light fluttered through the warmth of the room, settling like golden blossoms on each piece of ornate yet soft furniture it seemed to drift over. The faint yet inviting aroma of food mixed with the steady chorus of chatter accompanied the gentle glow, enveloping the dining room in a fuzz which seemed foreign and distant to the young and demure girl. Her milky white skin seemed sickly against the welcoming shine of the overhead light and her reluctant yet bitter attitude felt like a stranger to the intimate scene. The past few days had seemed to bleed together with a crude series of events leaving a stinging imprint on the mind of the girl, abandoning her thoughts with a potent mixture of guilt and grief; something which was far from the joyous occasion of the Sunday dinner. Lilith's quivering hands folded neatly in her lap, the bruised ends of her fingers gently toying with the icy fabric of her light floral dress. The youthful garment felt pretty in the young girls eyes however, the length exposed pale legs with a colourful array of marks and bruises splattered like paint across her shins. It was embarrassing - the memory of what had happened seemed as fresh as the grazes on her knees.
A gentle breeze pulled the girl back to reality with the subtle chime of plates and cutlery diverting her attention back towards the delicately garnished dining table. Flowers of the garden were intertwined down the centre of the white cloth, the subtle arrangement of lilies and pure roses seeming to settle the bitter sting of fear which had risen within the young girl. It reminded Lilith of the bouquets that she would gift to her mother whilst she was sick but it was enough to bring a small yet meaningful smile to her gentle face. Even if those moments lingered deep in the past, it was the only proof that the girl had a life before whatever twisted situation she found herself in the present and it was a world she could seem to escape to when in her darkest moments. One which was simpler and devoid of not just complexity of growing pains and the ache of grief but also the Seed family.
The smile on the young girls face seem to falter as her pale eyes drifted across the plate in front of her which was positioned neatly on an intricate lace placemat. It was different, they didn't trust her. Plastic cutlery was presented on each side of the plate with even the knife missing from the set and the food was organised with each portion pre-cut and determined. Her stomach sunk as heat pricked at her skin in a mixture of embarrassment but also anger; she couldn't pretend that all was well when chains still resided around her wrists, binding her deep under the control of the family. Lilith broke from her position on the wooden chair with her trembling hands slamming down on the embellished table as her legs wobbled beneath her. Her actions were quickly followed by a more dominant and abrupt force as the oldest of the three brothers reared up, looming over her broken and frightened figure from the opposite side of the table.
Silence shrouded the table as the outburst disrupted the warmth, covering the table in a dense fog of tension which clouded the young girls thoughts and pricked at her soft eyes. The familiar sting of tears grazed her like the skid of innocent knees against concrete as a fractured series of sobs cracked through her empty chest.
"Jacob - Lilith calm down, come with me."
The gentle yet unusual voice of the Father simmered through the ears of the young girl as she felt his scarred hand sink into her own. She could feel herself being quietly ushered away from the decorated scene of the family, her tired feet aching to find a purpose in the woven carpet as tears pooled deep in her wounds. It was a familiar sting which Lilith could easily recall, it was similar to those moments where she was escorted from the classroom because the bruises that day were too dark. It wasn't the conversation which would hurt, it was the embarrassment that resided within it. A distasteful grunt broke the silence which she had left as the sparse murmur of voices seeped through the dining room in her absence. Tears continued to spill from within her pallid eyes as she was settled down against the kitchen counter, the cluttered surface matching the unsettling comfort which seemed to spread through the house. Lilith's hands quivered as they curled deep within the patterned fabric of her dress, her cloudy eyes following each twitch and flicker of her fingers as they desperately attempted to avoid contact with the Father.
"I- I hate- it here!" She sobbed out, her voice rupturing through her throat in a strained cry; one which was clearly distinguishable by any lingering ears. It seemed as if her heart had leaked through her words after what had felt like weeks of swallowing all of her toxic emotions, yet the ache didn't seem to go away.
"I just wanna' fucking go home!"
A firm pair of hands graced Lilith's flushed face yet the invasion felt almost welcoming and warm, she had expected the hands of man so detached and sadistic to match that of the winter storm which ruptured through her mind - but they didn't.
"Lily," Joseph hushed as he grazed his thumbs across the soft scarlet skin of the young girl, catching the tears which cascaded from her eyes.
"God saw a light within you, one which will thrive and burn bright."
Lilith could feel her heavy head guided up the Father's hands with the wet stains residing on her blushed skin shimmering beneath the golden glow of the overhead light, softening her look of distress.
"You're journey has not been an easy one but God has given you a chance, we're here to guide you."
All the young girl could bring herself to do was utter a gentle nod with the calculated words of the Father sinking deep into her thoughts; the prophecy that he had manufactured disturbed her, she couldn't allow herself to think that she was so special.
"No matter how much you are apart of this family and today, I will not allow you to sit in there and suffer like you are," Joseph admitted in a reasoned voice, the tone of his words seeming to falter ever so slightly from its usual mannerism.
"Why don't you go into the sitting room, we'll join you when we're finished little-one."
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juniors0possum · 2 years
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“I joined them, because they gave me a home. They gave me a family.”
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I finally got another commission by the amazing @trustymikh and again I’m TOTALLY stunned. I gifted it myself for my birthday in February and it’s literally a masterpiece and was worth the long wait! All these details and love in it.
Lukasz joined the cult not because he was religious or something- he joined them because he was alone in the world and they promised him a family. And that was exactly what he got. Especially the Seeds are the most important people in his life now.
Joseph always treated Lu with kindness and tolerance, he was like a real father to him.
Jacob enjoys every minute with the boy, acting like a lovely uncle. (Great to see in this post)
And John loves nobody more than him, he’s the best boyfriend Lukasz could’ve ever imagined.
That’s why Lukasz is a Seed. He’s a part of them, no matter what other would say. They’re not related, don’t have the same blood, but there’s something way deeper connecting them.
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Of course not to forget the adorable pets of this family. They all belong to Lukasz.
We’ve got his original friend Xante, a domesticated silver fox. He was the only one Lukasz had before the cult. Xante was his travel buddy through the USA and listens to everything his owner says.
Then there’s Lukasz’s dream pet, a real Virginia Opossum. Rey was a gift by John when they started dating. He’s somehow like their child now.
And the little ferret names Ope. Lukasz once hade one back in his past life at work, but sadly it died cause of old age. After Lukasz got his own zoo in the cult, he also received some ferrets. One of his became his pet and loves traveling on their shoulders.
That’s it! I can’t describe how much I love this Seed family picture. It’s just perfect.
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amixnyan · 2 years
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John Seed and my OC Katie, aka a literal ray of sunshine.
Would he hate her at first? Most likely Would she try to win him over? Non-stop
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Shiptober Day 8
Prompt: Pose
Ship: John Seed x Deputy James Rook x Deputy Dean Sinclaire
Words: 1, 131
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"My arm is going numb," James groans.
"Well I stopped being able to feel my foot thirty minutes ago, suck it up sweetheart," John shoots back, rolling his eyes at the pout on James' face as he looks down at him pitifully. Truth be told his foot wasn't John's only concern, his shoulder was being to ache a small bit but he was determined to stay perfectly still.
"I'm almost done, sorry," Dean laughs sheepishly, raking his pencil across the page of his sketchbook and glancing up at his boyfriends between every other stroke. 
John and James stay posed on John's couch, John underneath the taller man, leaning on his elbow with one leg drawn up so his heel was flat on the couch. Meanwhile James had half of his weight on John, also propped up on his elbow, one hand draped over John's waist and his leg draped over John's thigh. It was an intimate pose and John had slapped James' wandering hand one too many times already.
"Take your time love," John hums, glancing over his shoulder at Dean who was sitting on the bear skin rug in nothing but one of James' shirts. His hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and the look of concentration on his face made the numb limbs feel worth it. It was an honor to be an artist's muse after all, John and James had both said yes before Dean could even finish asking them to pose for him. Catching glimpses of how Dean studied their forms as he made progress on his drawing was enough to let butterflies loose in both of their stomachs.
Still James let a small whine slip past his lips, leaning his head down to rest against John's shoulder. He didn't want to complain but after the thirty minute mark his body was protesting being held hostage in one position. John rolls his eyes gently but turns his head to press a kiss to his temple, smiling as James retaliates with a quick kiss to his shoulder. 
A thoughtful hum comes from Dean and John and James turn to see him holding his sketchbook up, looking between them and the lines he'd etched into the white paper. Then he smiles and nods, almost triumphant as he lowers it back down.
"Okay i think i'm done—thank you guys," He smiles, pushing himself up from the floor. James flops onto John with an exaggerated sigh and John falls back with a small laugh, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and rubbing circles into his back. Dean joins them, sitting on the edge of the couch and John sneaks one hand onto his bare thigh, blue eyes shining with anticipation as he eyes the sketchbook Dean presses to his chest shyly.
"I haven't done any life drawing in a while so it's a little rusty," His face is flushed lightly as mutters the words, slender fingers toying with the paper as he keeps his gaze set on his lap.
"I'm sure it's gorgeous darling, everything you draw is incredible," John encourages him, squeezing his thigh and offering a charming smile. James pushes himself up, detangling himself from John and giving them both the opprtunity to situate thesmelves on either side of Dean.
"I'd be flattered by a stick figure so don't worry about how it looks," James assures him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. John snakes an arm around his waist and Dean lets out a short exhale, preparing himself before moving the sketchbook away and holding it out so they could see it.
The drawing was lovely, the lines were messy but flowed in natrual curves that accentuated the pose the boys had been in. The shading is a mix of tight and loose hatching and John and James both make noises of approval and awe as they trail their eyes over it. John reaches out to place his hand over Dean's, taking in the loving expressions etched into his and James' faces. 
John had plenty of photos of himself, taken by himself and other people, but a drawing that took time and care to create was something else. And to have one of his partners drawn alongside him, creating a type of time capsule of the moment, makes his heart swell in his chest and a warmth to bloom across his skin. James has a similar reaction, mixed in with the appreciation of seeing himself through Dean's eyes. It truly was something special.
"It's perfect," John whispers and Dean smiles bashfully at the breathless tone of his voice.
"It's amazing Dean, seriously, thank you for letting us be your models," James adds, voice genuine and giddy as he looks over the drawing. Dean ducks his head down from the compliment and drops the book down to his lap.
"D'aw shucks, you're gonna make me blush. Thank you for indulging me and uhm, if you don't mind losing feeling to your body parts too much, i'd love to do a few more if that's okay with you," Dean suggests tentatively, barely hidden excitement radiating off of him as he looks from James to John with hope shining in his big brown eyes.
"Oh I'd be delighted," John agrees instantly, earning a thankful kiss from the brunette whose all but bouncing in his seat. It definitely more than makes up for the pins and needles he was silently suffering from in the moment.
"I can't say no to you, how do you want me?" James sighs and smiles warmly, also receiving a quick peck as Dean stands again.
"Okay, how about this time James, you lean back and John you lay ontop of him," Dean swivels around and points with his pencil to direct his lovers, voice full of enthusiasm as he speaks. His brown eyes are aflame with that artistic drive and if they didn't want to keep him waiting John and James would have taken their time to admire him a moment longer. But as cute as he was in his element he was also impatient and James quickly shuffles back, resting his back against the arm rest as John follows after him.
John steals a kiss before settling between the junior deputy's legs, smiling coyly as James bites down a smile. John rests his chin on James' chest, sneaking his arms under him and getting as comfortable as he was able too.
"That's perfect! Now, you two just make sure your comfy this time and tell me if you need a break or anything," Dean instructs gently, taking a seat on the bear skinnrug once more and this time propping his sketchbook up on the coffee table.
"Yes sir,"
"Will do love,"
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axelflare9700 · 7 months
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John Seed x Riley Colt
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