#female deputy x eli palmer

[direwombat]

The Horror and the Wild

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

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

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

This is a Creature Feature.

read Act I: Infection on ao3

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 25: As a Lion Growls    

Shout out to American Beasts having it’s 6 month birthday yesterday!! Woohoo!!

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, The Seeds are Their Own Warning, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Deputy Joins the Cult, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay Summary: 

Kit makes her way back to the Wolf's Den and quickly discovers it may not be the right place for her after all. She travels back home to the Valley to find herself, and then has a meeting with Joseph.

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[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.

X x X x X

[jacobseedvaas35]

Befriended

(Chapter 8: Catching the ex)

Word Count: 1289

The chase was unsuccessful for Jacob and the two police officers. Mark got away once again but all Jacob could think about was Isabella. He had to get back home and protect her, just in case Mark tricked him and went back to the house. Nonetheless, Isabella was alone and he needed to be with her.

The three men ran as fast as they could, back to Jacob's cabin, to be with Hudson and Bella. Thankfully, John and Joseph Seed were already at Jacob's place, protecting the two girls. Jacob took in a deep breath or relief and rushed back to the house.

"John? Joseph?" Jacob said walking in and seeing his brothers with her girlfriend.

"Jacob" John said, standing up and approaching his big brother. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine but we couldn't catch the fucker. He got away" Jacob said, informing everyone in the house.

"Oh god no. He is going to come back" Bella started panicking.

"No he won't" Jacob said, comforting his scared girlfriend. "And even if he does, it'll give me another opportunity to catch him".

"Come on Bella. Let's get you cleaned up" Hudson said, getting a signal from her husband to do so. She helped Isabella up and the both of them disappeared into the bedroom.

"Jacob, I have a suggestion" John said, sitting down next to Joseph. "Why doesn't Bella come and stay with us for a while?".

"I don't want to leave her alone John. She needs me right now"

"I understand that but maybe a change of region would help her calm down a bit. Plus we can transport her to Holland Valley, so that her ex doesn't see her. That way he'll keep thinking she's here and you can spring into action, without having to worry about Bella getting hurt" John added.

Jacob pondered for a minute. He had to give it to his little brother, it was a brilliant idea but getting Bella to leave his side was going to be a little tough.

"John's right. I'll suspended all work at the Hope County jail until this matter is sorted out. We will inform Eli, Nick and everyone else about what's going on. We can have some stay security in Holland Valley and the rest, here in Whitetail Mountains" the Sheriff said. "We will get Isabella to Holland Valley without him seeing her. That way he will think that she's still here and you can make it look like, you are leaving her alone. He'll attack and we can finally capture him".

"They are all brilliant ideas and I want exactly that" Jacob said, sitting down on the couch.

"There's a but, isn't there?" Joseph asked.

Jacob nodded and looked at each of men. "It's not going to be easy to get Isabella to go. She's very clingy at the moment".

"You leave that to my wife and me" John smiled.

"Question. How are we going to exactly get Isabella out off here without her ex seeing?" Pratt asked, joining into the conversation.

"We trick him" Jacob answered with a smirk on his face.

-

Jacob walked into the bedroom, thanking Hudson as she left the two of them alone. He sat down on the edge of the bed and held her hands tightly. "Bella. I need you to do something for me" Jacob said.

"Ok".

"I need you to go with my brothers and Hudson for a while"

"No. No way. I'm going to stay here with you".

"I'm not asking Isabella. You're going and that's final"

"But Jacob, you don't understand. He'll find me wherever I go"

"Not if we trick him".

"Seems like you've already planned everything to get rid of me" Isabella said, looking down at her hands sadly.

"I'm trying to get rid of your ex-fiancé Isabella. Not you. For Christ sake!" Jacob said, standing up with so much frustration. It was even radiating off him and Bella could feel it but was stubborn. "Bella, I'm trying to save your damn life here".

"Don't get angry at me. I'm just scared" Bella said and started bursting out in tears.

Jacob sat back down on the bed and hugged her tightly against his body. "How do you think I feel? I'm scared too. I'm scared of losing you. I want a future with you Bella and I can't have your past, destroy that for us. That's why I need to do this".

"Are you going to kill him?" Bella asked.

"I'll kill him if you want me too. Till then, all I want to do is beat the living shit out off him, like he did to you" Jacob explained.

"In other words, you are going to be his karma?" Bella asked.

"You betcha I am. See how he likes it, getting beaten up every single day and night"

Bella pulled away from Jacob and smiled, "karmas a bitch".

-

Jacob, successfully got Isabella out off the house without Mark seeing her, a few days ago. Now him and his mates were ready to put the plan into work. Jacob grabbed his army jacket, put it on and left the house. Before closing the door, Jacob pretended to call out to Isabella, knowing Mark was watching in the distance. Hearing another man say "I love you" to the girl he loves, boiled Mark's blood and he was sure to take his anger out on Isabella.

Mark watched Jacob drive off, until his car disappeared in the distance and then pounced into action. He pick locked the front door and quietly opened it, trying not to scare Isabella. He wanted to get her without her knowing. Once he got her, with the help of her parents, he was going to take her back to Missoula and get back to where they left off, before he ran off from her. But Mark was about to get a little surprise of his own.

The house was dark and didn't seem like anyone was home. He searched around the living room and kitchen, before making his way to the bedroom. Sure enough, when he opened the door, he saw someone lying in bed. Thinking it was Isabella, Mark approached the side of the bed, quietly. He gently grabbed the blanket and with speed, threw the blanket but he didn't expect this. What he was expecting, was Isabella but instead another man was lying down in the bed.

"Surprise mother fucker" Wheaty said and punched Mark in the face, causing him to fall back.

All of a sudden, Nick Rye, Eli Palmer and the Sheriff all jumped out from different places and held their guns directly at Mark.

"What the fuck?" Mark said, examining each of the guys.

Soon after, the bedroom door opened and in walked Jacob Seed. A smirk on his face, knowing that he had finally caught this guy. "What's wrong Mark? Expecting to find Isabella home? Did you really think I'd leave my girl home alone?".

Mark accepted his defeat and looked down at the ground, disappointed with himself for falling for this stupid plan.

"Take him to the Veterans Centre. His cage is waiting for him." The sheriff said and watched as Nick and Eli grabbed Mark and took him away.

Jacob took his phone out and rang his brother, Joseph, to ask for information about Bella's parents. "Joseph. We've got the guy. We are taking him to Centre. Any news on the parents?".

"Don't you worry about them Jacob. We are bringing them to the Veterans Centre now" Joseph informed his brother and hung the phone up.

"Great news Sheriff. We've got the parents too" Jacob said.

“Great job. Let's get to the Veterans Centre and begin" the Sheriff said and followed Jacob.

[edensgay]

Cleaned Up

Cleaned Up: An Eli Palmer Fanfiction

Relationship: Eli Palmer x F!Deputy

Rating: 18+

Summary: Eli and his favorite Deputy spend some much needed time together.

Warnings: Smut. It’s smut but it’s soft. Pegging, ass eating, oral sex.

Word Count: 3946

Author’s Note: Eli deserves to be pegged. I finished this on VDay but didn’t wanna spam the fics I finished so I’m posting it now!

It wasn’t often that Eli left the bunker, but when he did it was to hunt, do recon or go to the cabin a few miles down the road. Today was a cabin day and as such, he’d prepared. He'd brushed his hair, his shirt was clean and he’d even managed to trim his beard a bit. It was a smidge uneven but that wasn’t important, what was important was that he tried. Tammy and Wheaty had given him odd looks as he’d picked up his bow and headed for the exit, a nervous hop in his step and a grin on his face. They hadn’t been able to figure out where Eli went or why he went, all they knew was that he came back completely relaxed with a swagger in his step. He’d been at the cabin for half an hour, Rook would be arriving any minute now. His leg jiggled as he sat on the couch nervously flexing his fingers as he stared at the wall and waited for the door to open. The grandfather clock in the hall ticked the seconds by, slow and painstaking. Eli wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, he hadn’t had time to wash them but a sniff test had revealed they weren’t that dirty. The clock let out a long chirping and then the door opened, sending Eli rocketing to his feet. He stood stock still, trying not to fidget as her eyes traced over him. Starting at his feet, a small smirk working its way onto her face as she noticed the bulge already forming in his pants, moving up to his chest and finally settling on his face. She blinked in surprise before an easy grin worked its way across her face, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the doorway. “Well, well, well. Look who’s all cleaned up.” “You like it?” Shit, when did his voice get so raspy? His palms were sweaty again, his heart thumping in his chest as he tried to casually wipe his hands on his jeans again. Rook raised an eyebrow at him and then spared a glance to the stairs before giving him a hard look. Eli knew what that look meant, it meant ‘Go upstairs and get naked. Now’. So, he did. A chuckle escaped her as he darted towards the stairs, trying not to trip over his feet as he tried to walk up them like a normal person and not take them two at a time like some sex-starved loon. He could feel her eyes on his ass as he took the stairs, that in itself was motivation enough to slow down and give a little shake every other step. At the top he stopped and looked back at her, shivering at the hungry look in her eye. She was going to devour him, and he couldn’t wait. In the bedroom, he kicked off his shoes and threw his shirt in the corner within mere seconds. His pants took a little longer, he attempted to kick out of them but instead got his legs tangled in the fabric and fell onto the bed. The soft comforter muffled his frustrated groan as he took a minute to debate life and ask every deity why. After a minute of wallowing at his lack of finesse, he managed to pull the jeans all the way off. Eli got to his feet and stood proudly in the middle of the room clad in just his underwear before shimmying out of them and nodding to himself. Next was figuring out how to sexily position himself on the bed. How could he lay to look the most appetizing? Or as he once heard Wheaty say, like a snack? He settled onto the bed, leaning up against the pillows with one arm behind his head and the other on his junk. Yeah, that would work. Rooks footsteps echoed through the small cabin, his heart thudded knowing she would soon join him in the bedroom. Then it promptly plummeted when he realized he’d forgotten to remove his socks. Judging by how far away she sounded he had just enough time to hop off the bed and take his socks off then lay back down in his sexy position. The first sock was unceremoniously thrown across the room, landing nowhere near the rest of his clothes. The second proved to be more difficult but in the end, he got it off, tossing it somewhere in the general vicinity of the other sock. When he went to climb back onto the bed he tripped over his feet in his haste and ended up face down ass up leaning against the bed. Of course, that’s when the Deputy walked in. “Someone’s eager.” No, well, yes, but that’s not why he was in this position. Her hand ghosted over the swell of his ass and he let out a soft breath, instantly relaxing into the mattress. With that soft touch, he dropped the title of Militia Leader and simply became Eli, Rook taking charge but also letting go of her position. She wasn’t the Deputy, wasn’t spearheading the resistance against a doomsday cult, she was just Rook. At the cabin, they were just two people. With a little shimmying he managed to prop himself up and gaze at her over his shoulder, heat blossoming over his cheeks as he saw how tenderly she looked at him. Adoration was warm in her eyes, an amused but tender smile stretching her cheeks. She’s not wearing shoes anymore, having left them by the front door and for a minute Eli feels like a heathen for wearing his upstairs. Then the bag on her shoulder fell to the ground with a loud thunk, causing Eli to jump ever so slightly--no he wasn’t scared, he was Eli Palmer and Eli Palmer wasn’t scared of loud noises. “While you’re here,” her sentence trailed off as that hunger returned to her eyes, flashing him a smile before licking her lips. She would be the death of him. Her hand kneaded his asscheek as she sank to her knees, his cock twitching at the sight. “You’re overdressed.”  Any other protests he might have had, though they all would have been half-hearted at best, forgotten as her hand trailed over his inner thigh. “You can undress me later.” Fair point. Far be it from him to argue with that. He wriggled against the bed, spreading his legs to allow her better access which she immediately took advantage of, tongue licking a strip from his balls to his hole. His yelp of surprise turned into an indecent moan as her tongue flicked a gentle circle around his hole then traced back down to his balls. Rook gently envelopes one of them in her mouth, sucking tenderly and with that Eli lets his head drop to the bed, face pressed into the blanket. She pulls away, pressing gentle kisses to his perineum as her hands find purchase in on his hips. Air leaves her mouth in a gentle stream, cooling the hot saliva that coats him, the sudden cold causes him to let out a soft gasp. She chuckles and his bones turn to jelly then she’s back at it, tongue lavishing him with obscene wet noises. He knows he’s making a mess on the bed, he can feel the precum soaking into blanket where his dick rests. He almost feels bad for his neglected dick, but not quite because she’s still sloppily lapping at the sensitive skin of his hole and it’s hard to focus on anything other than that. As if she’d read his mind she grips his hips, nails softly digging into the flesh, and pulls him towards her. Before he can let out the undignified yelp that builds in his throat her mouth leaves him and he lets out an undignified whine instead. A hand leaves his hip followed by a clicking and a wet noise then she’s back to french kissing his ass. A wet hand wraps around his cock and gives it a few give tugs before settling into a slow rhythm that matches the speed of her tongue. Lube. She’d been opening a bottle of lube. “Did you,” a stop for a gasp as she penetrates him with the tip of her tongue, “open that with one hand?” He sounds breathy as all hell, his throat dry from how much gasping and mouth breathing he’s been doing but he can’t find it in him to care. She hums against him and he moans at the tingling feeling. Rook picks up the pace, her tongue fucking him as her hand works his dick in a circular motion. He’s on the verge of over stimulation but is being kept on the edge, he knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s keeping him needy. Then it’s all gone and he finds himself holding back that same needy whine from before and he must not be doing a very good job of it because she chuckles and makes a clucking noise with her tongue. Her hand squeezes his ass one more time before he hears her shuffle to her feet, his dick twitches knowing what’s coming. Eli rolls over and looks at her, eyes hazy with lust and adoration as he notes the saliva glistening on her chin. His chest is heavy, his cheeks are rosy and he’s aching for release, but save for the wetness on her chin she looks perfectly put together. “You look completely debauched.” She’s going for joking but the hitch in her voice and darkening of her eyes gives way to the fact that she is loving this just as much as he is. He clears his throat as he props himself up, letting out a shaky chuckle while shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. “You’re still overdressed.” Her smile makes his chest tighten painfully. “Well, it’s later.” She said, waggling her eyebrows at him playfully. Eli’s a smart man, the Dep doesn't need to tell him twice. She’s standing close enough that all it takes is for him to lean forward and hook his thumbs into her belt loops to pull her closer to him. A shrill laugh escapes her and she stumbles towards him, his heart sings at the noise. All his previous clumsiness is gone as he tugs her shirt over her head, stopping to admire the shape of her torso. Hands trail over her sides, one stopping to cup her breast while the other works on undoing her bra. His movements are slow, tender, as he drinks in the sight of her and takes a minute to worship. Her bra falls to the floor, forgotten as he leans forward and presses wet kisses to her exposed skin, trailing up until he’s able to swirl his tongue around her nipple. She stops, leaning into him and letting him lavish her breasts with attention, any last traces of tension draining from her body. Eli finds himself pulling away from her, looking up and shivering at the look in her eyes. They’re dark, pupils blown as she studies his face. He surges forward as she leans down, lips meeting halfway as they breathlessly taste each other. Rook cups his face as he firmly plants his hands on her hips, pulling her close enough to him that their knees knock. Tongues tangle and he tastes himself on her, groaning into the kiss. Her hands leave his face to find her belt, now she’s the impatient one, unbuckling it with precise movements. They pull apart, both breathing heavily, lips swollen. In one fluid motion, she yanks the belt down away from her and it’s freed from all her belt loops with a soft cracking noise. The sound makes him shiver, mind racing with images of her using that belt. But she tosses it aside--somewhere near his socks--and moves to unbutton her pants. Something on his face causes her to pause, maybe it had fallen a bit when she tossed the belt aside. A calloused hand holds his chin, tenderly lifting his face to meet her eyes. There’s mischief in them and another smile that makes his heart flip-flop. “Another time.” His hands cover hers and take over unbuttoning her pants, it feels like Christmas and he’s unwrapping the present that’s been tormenting him under the tree for weeks. Her underwear is simple but that doesn’t matter, he’s more interested in what they cover. His fingers toy with the waistband, dragging against her skin in a way that makes her sigh and relax under his touch. One of her hand's tangles into his hair, holding him tightly enough to remind him who’s in charge but soft enough to allow him some freedom. Eli pulls the cloth down her legs, licking his suddenly too dry lips as she became just as bare as him. She lets out a soft noise as he leans forward and presses a kiss above her mound, hands gripping her thighs like a lifeline. With a little maneuvering, he slides to his knees in front of her and pulls a leg over his shoulder, taking in the sight of her. “Eli.” There was a soft demand in her tone, accented with a whine. A gentle nudge of her leg against his head, begging him to not leave her hanging. That’s all it took, just her saying his name in that tone and he was diving his face between her thighs. His own needs forgotten as his tongue pressed against her clit in a broad stroke, groaning at the taste of her. Rooks' fingers tightened in his hair, a breathy sound escaping her. He presses a sloppy kiss to her clit before moving his attentions a bit lower, going down on her like a man on death’s row eating his last meal. She’s vulnerable like this, leaning heavily on him, head tilted back and body relaxed. Eli glances up at her, enjoying the view. She’s biting her lip, struggling against the whimpers that threaten to escape. It’s not often he gets to see her like this, these moments are ones he cherishes, moments when there’s nothing but them. He pulls away for a moment, beard glistening and breath heavy he presses adoring kisses to the skin of her thigh, nuzzling his face into her and letting out a content sigh. The hand in his hair softens its hold for a moment, brushing stray strands from his face. Their eyes meet and his heart leaps, the way she looks at him makes him ache. He’d do anything for her. One of the hands holding her thighs migrates to her sex, fingers spreading her folds. His mouth returns to her clit, tongue flicking over the nub in quick movements as he slides a finger into her. She’s so wet for him, clenching around the single digit. He adds another and the groan she makes is one he commits to memory, a strangled version of his name. Hands tighten in his hair as he finds the spot that makes her muscles clench and her jaw drop, fingers fucking her as his tongue spells out the feelings he struggles to speak of aloud. Rooks' nails dig into his scalp as she grinds herself against his face, struggling for some semblance of control. He lets her have it, allowing her to nudge his head to exactly where she needs it, to angle her hips so his fingers hit just right. Her orgasm has her taught as a bow, body stiff and toes curling into the shag carpet. Eli helps her ride it out, diligently continuing his ministrations until he feels her body loosen. His name leaves her lips in a breathless sigh, fingers slipping through his hair as her legs shake from the effort of keeping her upright. “I-” she pauses, letting out a shaky laugh as she smiles down at him. “Shit.” There’s a pause, both of them stopping to catch their breath, Eli holding her steady as she comes down from her high. He’s the only one who gets to see Rook like this, completely relaxed and at ease. He takes a mental snapshot of her face right now, eyes filled with adoration, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from biting down to keep quiet. With slow motions he sets her foot back on the ground, keeping his hands on her to make sure she’s stable. Also, maybe because he needs to touch her, has to feel that she’s real and right here. He rises to his feet and finds himself caught off guard when her hands catch his face and pull their lips together. She nips at his lip, tongue darting into his mouth to chase the taste of herself. His hand grip her hips like he’s afraid she’ll disappear, but she won’t. She’s real, and she’s right here with his tongue in his mouth and his dick against her thigh. They pull away, breathing heavily and looking at each other through heavy-lidded eyes. “Hey.” Her voice is soft, a bit raspy from all the panting she’d done earlier. Her thumb traces over his cheek and he leans into her touch, a dopey smile plastered on his face. “Hey.” She grins at him, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. His stomach ties in knots at the loss but the tightness quickly turns to butterflies as she crouches in front of her duffel. “Find the lube?” He ends up crawling around on the outdated carpet listening to the jingling music of her wiggling into the harness. By the time he finds the half-empty bottle and gets back to his feet his knees burn and she’s laying on the bed, idly stroking the orange cock. From the smirk on her face he can tell she enjoyed watching him crawl around on the ground it makes the rugburn worth it, his eyes find the discarded belt for a split second before darting back to her. Not today, but someday. “Come here.” It’s not a question, her voice is soft but firm and he can’t help but shiver. It’s rare that they do it in this position, usually, she takes him from behind, fingers tangling in his hair and hands trailing down his back. As he crawls onto the bed towards her, feeling more like a lumbering idiot than a sex kitten, he can’t help but gnaw on his lip. He settles on his knees beside her, eyeing the dildo with an expression she can’t read. Her hand catches his chin and forces him to make eye contact, she searches him for something--hesitation, maybe. “Is this okay?” Again, soft but firm, no room for non-answers. “Yes.” With that she leans back, giving a meaningful glance to the cock before relaxing into the pillows. With timid movements he spreads the lube on his hand, tentatively grasping the strap on and coating it with lube. From the corner of his eye, he can see the easy smirk on her face, the slight quickening of her breath as his strokes on the Fanta colored dick grow more fluid as his confidence builds. They’ve done this nearly a dozen times, but each time he’s reduced to a shy bumbling idiot. Something about Rook being in control, taking the reins, gets to him in the best way. Before Eli can succumb to the butterflies threatening to cut off his airways he sets the bottle down and throws one leg over his lap so he overs above her cock. Her hands immediately hold onto his thighs, feather-light, not pushing him just grounding him. One hand goes by her head to stabilize himself while the other grips the cock and positions it near his entrance, he releases a breath and then slides down. His movements are slow, scooting down inch by inch, stomach muscles clenching until it’s fully seated inside of him. Almost involuntarily he grinds himself down onto her, he needed this. His cock brushes against her stomach, leaving a shining smear of precum. All shyness gone he slowly begins to ride her, his first few bounces shallow as he adjusts. “That’s it.” Her voice is soft, encouraging and that’s all he needs. Now adjusted his hands gently settle on her stomach, afraid to put too much weight on her but needing support, and he begins to ride her in earnest. Rooks' hands grip his thighs harder, one sneaking around to grab his ass. A groan escapes him as he rolls his hips, grinding on the dildo, the hand on his ass gripping harsher. Her nails threaten to break the skin, digging into the soft flesh of his ass in a way that one could almost call lovingly. His thigh muscles burn with use, he really should exercise more, and a layer of sweat covers his skin. “You look so pretty,” She coos, eyes alight as she takes in his sweat shined form. Her tongue swipes out to lick her lips as she takes in the swollen head of his cock, his eyes follow the movement, cheeks flushing as he continues fucking himself onto her. His hair sticks to his face, rivulets of sweat stuck in his chest hair, but she continues looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. The hand on his thigh moves to grip his cock, giving him a firm squeeze that has his head lolling back a surprised gasp bursting from his lips. She knows exactly how to touch him to get him to make that sweet sound, and she does it again, and again until his gasps turn into groans and the groans turn into whines. Eli’s hips stutter in their movements as her hand continued stroking him, thumb tracing over tip in teasing motions. He doesn’t want it to be over, but he’s so close to the edge, almost ready to fall. “That’s it, sweetheart.” The soft words send him over, grinding down onto her with everything he has left in him. A knot tightens in his stomach, chest heaving as he moans what he'd intended to be her name. His cum drips over her stomach and even up to her chest in ribbons, coaxed by her strokes. He feels boneless, body heavy and throat tight. But it’s a good feeling, he sits there for a minute catching his breath as one of her hands twines with one of his, fingers tracing soothing circles on his knuckles as he comes down. “You okay?” Rook squeezes his hand, an easy smile on her face as she studies him. He’s better than okay and he goes to say so but all that comes out is a contented sigh with a jerky nod. His words fail him and Eli can feel that his body is about to fail him as well. With the last reserves of his strength, he lifts himself off of her, scooting to lay beside her. She wraps her arms around him, pulling his face to rest between her breasts as she hugs him and strokes his hair. “You did so good.” The praises cause a shudder to run through him, his hands locking around her waist. Laying in her arms is perfect, being with her is perfect. It’s a perfect distraction from his responsibilities, from their responsibilities, from their actual lives. He wants to tell her that he loves her, talk about the feelings they both so clearly have, but the words get caught in his throat. So instead he settles for nuzzling closer to her and pressing a kiss to the skin of her chest, right over her heart.

[deputysamr00k]

The Actual Throwing of a Flare at a Wolverine

I’m incapable of making things pure funny. everything I touch turns into sad times I guess.

pre!eli palmer/Deputy

Sam had high tailed it out of Faith’s region after a particularly bad encounter with her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight at the memory of the wind against her skin. Of taking a step too far trying to reach for her and finding the ground replaced by nothing but thin air.

It was a feeling Sam was all too familiar with. Desperately reaching for faith and only getting thrown off balance. But she stopped looking for a reason to believe in God a long time ago. Faith being able to bring that part of her back with a little blow and a charming smile made her more intimidating than any of the other Seed’s put together.

The bliss never let her go long enough for her to get her bearings, a feeling so familiar. So reminiscent of her time in between tours, of her time before Hope County that she just didn’t want to– couldn’t remember. She wondered with a chill wrapping around her entire body if Faith had even been there, if she could make Sam do all of that, feel like that with a few simple words and a little blow. Sam couldn’t really figure out what was more disturbing, Faith never having been there and having so much power over her or Faith having full access to a drugged up Sam.  

Sam waxed philosophical all the way down until she hit the ground. Or did she ever begin to fall?

In the darkness, the pain, the need for more, Sam heard Sharky’s voice break through it all.

“Dep? Dep? Sam? Come on, wake up.” he shook her as hard as he dared and when she finally seemed to regain control of herself she shot up. Eyes open wide and frantically searching he area for any sign of Faith. Satisfied, Sam wrapped her arms around Sharky and let herself be vulnerable for a moment. Sam hid her face against his shoulder and let him talk. The spike of adrenaline and bliss finally, finally letting her go as she shook in his arms.

For all Sharky said dumb shit, he wasn’t dumb. He was perceptive. More emotionally intelligent than Sam could ever hope to be. And he knew, that right now, what Sam needed most was a distraction. Something to take her away from her body screaming at her for more drug. More more more. She’s never been one for moderation.

“Wanna go blow up that stupid ugly ass statue of daddy joe? Auntie Adelaide would let us use her chopper to do it. Or we could steal one,” he suggested with his usual grin in place. Sam shook her head. It’s not that she didn’t want to, it’s that right now the thought of being so high up in the air roiled up her stomach. Opened up the highway for vomit town.

She stood and Sharky followed. Once in the car, after a short fight on who should be driving, Sam hit the gas pedal down the familiar road. The one that would take her to her cabin. But more importantly in Jacob’s region and to the Wolf’s Den. The zzt skirted to a stop in front of her home. But she didn’t even bother going in, simply grabbed her stuff and finished the hike up to the Wolf’s Den.

And all of that set Sam in one of the recreational areas at the wolf’s den staring down a bottle of booze. Freshly showered, and entirely too ready to fuck up any and all progress the sobriety chip she kept in one of her many pockets represented. Of course Sharky was there watching her like a fucking hawk. Ready to swoop in if she even moved to grab the bottle and chug.

Sam was faster than him. Stronger – “I need some fresh air.”

“Great, I’ll go with y-”

“Alone, Sharks,” Sam said as gently as possible, “I’ll be fine. Promise. Just need to be alone. You can pat me down if you like.”

“Now, dep, you know I ain’t one pass off a good pat down from no pretty lady,” Sharky warned, “I ain’t sayin’ I don’t trust you. It’s just– you just got out of Faith’s region, and you seemed shaken by the whole thing. I don’t want none of Jacob’s little murder dogs getting a good bite in because you’re still distracted and–”

“I’ll take the bear,” Sam interrupted. Sharky seemed satisfied with that answer and sat back down.

The softness of the forested mountains did wonder’s for Sam’s state of mind once she was free of the sickeningly sweet smell of Bliss. The birds chirping and the animals rustling about served as a distraction for Sam. Keeping her away from the low thrumming of more, more, more and pulling her more toward the thought of maybe catching the giant diabetic bear some fish. A good deterrent, Sam found out early on, from playing Let’s Maul the Deputy.

She’s a few minutes into her walk when she sees it. It, in return, stopped in its place and turned to stare at her. They stood like that for a while, a stand off between two equal opponents. The Wolverine turned it’s back to her. Fucking about with a plant, or something it previously hid. It’s a moment’s decision, a tip of the scales of survival. A lapse of judgement. Sam Rook’s last brain cell making a snap decision in a moment of quiet where it has decided no more. She’s been making too many sound judgements. Sam wasn’t going to drown herself in alcohol so this was it.

Her time to shine.

In a swift movement the flare was out and burning. Cheeseburger stared on in contempt, knowing full well what was about to happen in the next few seconds and yet this did nothing to stop her. There was no reason or rhyme behind it, but Sam threw the fucking flare in the direction of the wolverine and watched it land on the wolverine’s back, startling, hurting, and angering the thing in the span of a mere second. The fight that ensued was primal. It lunged at her with a yowl, an accusation how dare you. Any mercy the animal felt for Sam at the beginning of their standoff vanished into thin air. Sam eventually named herself the victor with a knock from optimism, but at what cost?

“You’re absolutely no fucking help,” Sam told Cheeseburger. He huffed as if he understood the insult and simply didn’t care. The gashes going across her stomach were deep, oozing blood in a steady flow and she considered sitting there and doing nothing to stop it. She dragged herself into a sitting position and rested her back against the base of a tree. Her legs splayed out on either side of the wolverine’s carcass.

She stared at her pack a foot or two away, having fallen when the wolverine snapped one of the straps. Sam knew she would have to stretch and reach for it if she wanted to stop the bleeding. The little sinister bug at the back of her head that told her to drink herself into a ditch giggled and laughed at her. Taunted her. Whatever hint of a good mood dying in its clutches as she bled out against a tree. She took a deep breath and shoved the bug to the back of her mind focusing instead on braving herself for the pain she was about to impose on herself as she rocked forward reaching for her daypack.

Sam froze, arm outstretched and head snapped up at where she could hear frantic footsteps, and out of the woods appeared Eli Palmer. The look of God’s Fury on his face. Paler than usual and absolutely furious.

“Are you some kind of fucking wizard how did you find me, why are you pissed?” Sam asked she narrowed her eyes and did her best to pretend she was fine despite very obviously not being so.

“We saw everything through the security tape,” Eli grit out and crouched down next to her. He pushed Sam gently against the tree again to inspect her wound. His lips, already hidden by the fucking beard practically disappeared in contempt. “You fucking dumbass. Why did you do that?”

“I needed to assert my dominance over the landscape.” for all she was joking around, she was serious. Sam needed to regain some semblance of control over herself. Was it achieved? Absolutely not. Did she care anymore? Probably.

Eli rolled his eyes and picked her up without warning. Sam yelped in surprise and pain. He started the trek to the Wolf’s Den as she complained, “hey! My backpack, no. Stop that. Eli my backpack!”

“I’ll send someone for it.”

[nightwingshero]

I was tagged by the amazing @simonxriley thanks, love!

Tagging: @chazz-anova @trialandseed @fadedjacket @seedlingsinner @returnofthepd3 @joeyhxdson​ @xbaebsae​ and whoever wants to do this. So, I’m sorry, but I kinda went overboard with this one. I did my main six OCs, because I don’t give them enough love sometimes.

Deputy Wren Blake 

Basics:

Full Name: Wren Marie Blake (eventually Seed)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Steven Blake (father-deceased), Lily Blake (mother-deceased), John Seed (husband - alive), Jacob Seed (brother-in-law - alive), Joseph Seed (brother-in-law - alive), Faith Seed (sister-in-law - deceased), Rowan Palmer (sister-in-law - alive), Harper Seed (daughter), Braxton Seed (son)

Birth Place: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Job: Former Junior Deputy, The Judge of Eden’s Gate

Phobias: Heights, spiders, wild turkeys, and losing her loved ones

Guilty Pleasures: Monster energy drinks and cake

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Wren Blake x John Seed

OT3: N/A

Brotp: Wren + Hurk jr, Wren + Sharky, Wren + Rowan, Wren + Adelaide, Wren + Jane, Wren + Nick and a few more.

Notp: Anyone other than John. He’s the only one for her.

Rowan Palmer

Basics:

Full Name: Rowan Louise Palmer (eventually Seed)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Unnamed father (deceased), unnamed mother (deceased), Eli Palmer (brother - undetermined), Jacob Seed (husband - alive), Joseph Seed (brother-in-law - alive) John Seed (brother-in-law - alive) Wren Blake (sister-in-law, alive), Faith Seed (sister-in-law - deceased), Luna (stepdaughter - alive), future kids are still unnamed

Birth Place: Hope County, MT

Job: Park Ranger

Phobias: tight spaces, feet, and being abandoned

Guilty Pleasures: rom-coms, singing in the shower, pranking John and Jacob

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Neutral Good (I guess???)

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness /patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Rowan Palmer x Jacob Seed

OT3: N/A

Brotp: Rowan + Wren, Rowan + Adelaide, Rowan + Kim, Rowan + Hurk jr, Rowan + Mary May

Notp: Anyone who is not Jacob Seed.

Jane Williams

Basics:

Full Name: Jane Nicole Williams

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Eden’s Gate (her blood family abandoned her, and her girlfriend died)

Birth Place: Hope County, MT

Job: Chosen

Phobias: Heights, snakes, and failure.

Guilty Pleasures: Pranking John with Wren, baking and cooking, and corny action movies

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (I have no clue)

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Jane Williams x Faith Seed

OT3: N/A

Brotp: Jane + Wren, Jane + John, Jane + Rowan, Jane + Jacob

Notp: Anyone before Faith died

Sergeant Emma “Lynx” Miller

Basics:

Full Name: Emma Lynn Miller (eventually MacTavish)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Emmett Miller (father - alive), Claire Miller (mother - alive), Marcus “Mark” Miller (brother - alive), Katherine “Katie” Miller (sister-in-law - alive), Gage Miller (nephew - alive), John “Soap” MacTavish (husband - alive), Mary MacTavish (mother-in-law - alive), Jack MacTavish (father-in-law - alive). children are currently unnamed

Birth Place: Boston, MA (eventually moving to Georgia)

Job: USMC, member of Task Force 141

Phobias: clowns, spiders, her family or team getting hurt or losing them.

Guilty Pleasures: James Bond movies, COPS show, whiskey, working on classic cars, wearing athletic clothes for comfort

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Chaotic or Neutral Good

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Emma Miller x John MacTavish

OT3: Emma x MacTavish x Ghost

Brotp: Emma + Price, Emma + Ghost, Emma + Roach, Emma + Ashton, Emma + Nikolai, Emma + Yuri

Notp: Pretty much anyone that isn’t MacTavish.

Sergeant Ashton “Fable” Shepherd

Basics:

Full Name: Ashton Renee Shepherd Hill (she changes over to her mother’s maiden name after certain events transpired)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Questioning

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: General Shepherd (father - deceased), Annabelle Hill (mother - alive), Simon “Ghost” Riley (husband - alive), children currently unnamed

Birth Place: Atlanta, GA

Job: Army, Member of Task Force 141

Phobias: heights, falling, birds, and not being good enough

Guilty Pleasures: sweets, Disney and Pixar movies, and country music

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Lawful Good

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness /patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Ashton "Fable” Shepherd x Simon “Ghost” Riley

OT3: N/A

Brotp: Ashton + Nikolai, Ashton + Roach, Ashton + Emma

Notp: Price, MacTavish, and Yuri

Staff Sergeant Veronica Woods

Basics:

Full Name: Veronica Mae Woods

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Other:

Family: Emily Miller Woods (mother - alive), Frank Woods (father - alive), Claire Miller (aunt - alive), Emmett Miller (uncle - alive), Marcus Miller (cousin - alive), Emma Miller (cousin - alive), Alex Mason (father-in-law - deceased...maybe), unnamed mother-in-law (deceased)

Birth Place: Portland, Maine

Job: Staff Sergeant in USMC

Phobias: being imperfect or failure, also needles and dentists  

Guilty Pleasures: Old music, binging Netflix shows, X-Files, and energy drinks, carbs

Morals:

Morality Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

This - Or - That:

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved / Depends

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Unempathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

Relationships:

OTP: Veronica Woods x David Mason

OT3: N/A

Brotp: Veronica + Mike Harper, Veronica + Emma, Veronica + Javier Salazar, and Hudson’s kids

Notp: Mike Harper

[simonxriley]

Far Cry 5, for the fandom ask?

Thank you!

Give me a fandom and I’ll tell you

Favorite Male Character

Sharky Boshaw, John Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer and Jacob Seed. 

Favorite Female Character

Faith Seed, Joey Hudson, Rook, Kim Rye and Mary May Fairgraves

Least Favorite Character

Maybe Joseph. Or Mabel. 

Favorite Ship

This fandom has created so many good Deputies that I love and they pretty much became some of my favorite ships. 

Deputy Anna Bishop x John Seed 

@starsandskies Deputy Dawn Wilson x Jacob Seed 

@johnathot-seed Deputy Miriam Ford x John Seed

I honestly love how real and relatable you make your character’s feel! And how much love and effort you put into them to make them feel that way. They’re not perfect, just like we’re not perfect and they’ll make mistakes like we do every now and again, and I love reading about an imperfect person. Plus I think you’re all amazing writers!! 

Favorite Friendship

Rook & Eli/The Whitetails, Rook & All the Guns/Fangs for hire, Rook & Joey/Staci/Whitehorse and Rook & Mary May/Pastor Jerome. 

Favorite Quote

Every single thing that comes out of Sharky’s mouth. 

Worst Character Death (if any)

Eli. The worst thing about his death is that you/Rook are the ones who take it. 

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment

Carmina Rye’s birth. I just love that part and how cute and happy the Rye family is. 

Saddest Moment

Eli’s death and the canon ending to the game. 

Favorite Location

Holland Valley.

[tinmunky]

Jesus H Christ! That was everything I wanted it to be.

I was giddy rolling on my couch cackling. Then I was drowning in heartache knowing how their story would end. And then I was OMG LEG CARESSING AND KISSES 😈😈😈

Thank you @sisterfriedes you are a BLESSING!

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for u @tinmunky (and @thighsofthistle, and @definefreakforme, and anyone else thirsty for Eli content), I give you: female Deputy shaving Eli (at his request), full of awkward flirting and, of course, tender smoochin.

“You’re sure you trust me with a razor?” Rook asked.

Eli laughed. “You’re the one who said I needed a shave.”

“No, I said a trim. You’d look good with a trimmed beard.”

He grinned, his eyes glittering. “You want me to look good, huh?”

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[yanderehopecounty]

Yandere Seed Brothers x Female Deputy

Description: The deputy receives some strange messages over the radio while hiding in Dutch’s bunker.

Warnings: Language Rating: PG13 Words: 1,469

Requested by: @xmisswolfx

Dutch wasn’t at all surprised when the deputy clambered down the ladder of his bunker in a cold sweat. She was wide-eyed, like a doe in front of headlights, and deep purple bags hung beneath the lids. It was apparent she had not slept peacefully the previous night. “I’m afraid I might’ve made a horrible mistake,” her hoarse whisper reached the old man as he sat hunched before his radio.

“Yah think?” he managed to splutter, gesturing to the frantic cacophony of voices pouring from the radio speakers. Among them were Eli Palmer, Pastor Jerome, and even Mary May screeching in the background. “After all the work yah did for the resistance,” he silenced the chatter through the airwaves and shook his head lightly, “Sparing the Seeds? My God, Rook.”

Her head dipped low, hanging with immediate shame at her folly. “I just couldn’t do it,” she barely managed to whisper out. “I tried, but...” Burying her face in her palms, she choked out a tiny sob, “What was I supposed to do?! They told me all those stories about their past! How could I when they might have a chance to-?” The rest was cut off by another cry of despair.

Dutch watched carefully, quietly, as if he didn’t quite know how to react. Finally, he settled with a slightly agitated grunt and rose from his chair. A thumb and forefinger pressed into his eyes, rubbing harshly. For sure he was annoyed as all hell but, right now, what the deputy needed was comforting. Placing a calloused hand atop her shaking shoulder, he muttered gently, “It’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine. You stay here as long as you need. Think about things and I’ll keep a close eye on their movements for yah.”

Steadily, a beam rose across her features and she began to settle at the sound of his kind and reassuring words. Perhaps she really had chosen the right place to come to in this time of confusion. At least, it felt that way in the moment. Only an hour or so had passed and the two were just beginning to settle in for the night when a soft crackling kicked up from the once silent radio.

“Dep...? Where...you, Dep...?” The broken string of questions came out in an eerily familiar tone, setting a small flame blazing in her stomach. She knew that voice well, especially the way it sounded over the airwaves.

“Sweet child...only want...word...” And then there was another in a slightly different but equally familiar tone.

At this point, Rook’s blood had gone cold, turning to icicles in her veins. They were searching for her. She could only stand there, dumbfounded as the shock pierced her system. Dutch was no different, casting a concerned look in her direction before fiddling with the device so everything came in clearer.

A gruff chuckling poured from the final brother, his words as plain as day. “I guess our kitten decided she didn’t want to play anymore.”

Jacob. She knew it was him though the atrocious nickname was something entirely new.

A hiss silenced him and the Father spoke up, as calm and collected as ever. “My sweet child, I know that you are listening and I have to say...I’m surprised!” a soft but musical laugh crackled sharply, “I did not foresee this strange turn of events. It’s very naughty of you to change the rules of the game like that so suddenly but I’m nothing if not willing,” he paused to draw in a breath and she was sure that airy, smug grin of his was in its full effect. “Why don’t come on back to us? It’s no fair game unless you play as well.”

The Baptist cooed next, hardly seeming to be able to wait for his brother to finish speaking. “Yes! Come out of hiding, dearest.” An eagerness laced his rigid tone like a coiling snake. “I promise, things will be different this time, but only if you come to me in person.”

“Calm yourself, John,” Joseph warned lightly, “We wouldn’t want to scare off our new family member, now would we?”

A garbled scoff spilled from the speakers as Jacob cut in. “And what’s wrong with that? A bit of fear never hurt anyone!” He cackled, a boorish and unmannerly noise that sent a bolt of lightning straight to her knees.

She could feel them buckling under the weight of his suggestion and Dutch had to dive to catch her elbow. Grabbing on roughly, he managed to steady her swaying body. Her brain felt like it was swimming through murky water. What on earth had she done by sparing them?

“That is utter nonsense!” John sneered, clearly disgusted by the brutish man’s declaration. “Rook should be treated like a princess! Only the finest of things, personal flights in my best planes, silk sheets, designer dresses...” He seemed to lose himself in a dream-like trance, the thoughts overtaking anything else.

“You’ve got it all wrong, pal,” The ginger haired hulk of a man sniggered with the confidence of a wolf preying on a wounded rabbit. “My kitten is a fighter. She isn’t weak. I’m sure she’d enjoy surviving out in nature, on the mountains, far more than your nerdy plane obsession.”

“Whoever said she was your kitten?” he shot back, obviously in full wrath mode. “And my interests are not nerdy! I have a very refined taste and I just know that-!”

A snap from the middle brother cut him off mid-sentence. “That is enough you two!” Joseph chastised in a low, dangerous growl. “Bickering fruitlessly won’t solve any of your problems.” he paused before adding almost inaudibly, “Besides, I know for a fact the little lamb would enjoy a stroll through the Bliss gardens with me the best.”

“Oh ho ho! I see how it is!” John’s sarcasm swelled as high as he dared against the Father. All of their voices sounded at once and it seemed their argument was heating up but static was drowning them out. It was impossible to make sense of the all out brawl with everything in such discord.

The shouting faded out as the signal was lost entirely and the two bunker mates were suddenly plunged into a discomforting silence. A heaviness seemed to blanket the space and, thankfully, Dutch decided to speak up first.

“Christ, kid!” He slapped a palm to his forehead, rubbing in complete bewilderment. “It looks like you’ve gotten yourself in some deep shit with the Seeds! I’ve never seen ‘em act that way. The hell did you do??”

All the color had drained from her face and she trained wide pupils on the perturbed man. “I don’t know.” A million thoughts raced around inside her head but no conclusive ideas were met. It was true the brothers had always acted strange around her, despite her actions constantly hindering the Project. Countless of cultists had been murdered, her own hands soaked in their blood. That in and of itself should’ve been undeniably irredeemable but, apparently, it was not. Those Seed brothers sure were something else. She hated to admit it, but, they impressed her time and time again and it would be a lie to say she never thought sweetly of them. As sickening as it was, it was the ugly truth that plagued her mind like a dark curse.

Before any more of the situation could be discussed, the device sparked to life once more, catching their attention effectively.

“Oh, deputy,” John sang out in amusement, saccharine playfulness thick in his voice like honey, “Why don’t you answer us? I think you’ll be overjoyed to hear what we’ve decided!”

Rook and Dutch shared a startled look before continuing to listen.

Joseph hummed softly, the slight tune of Amazing Grace catching hold of him before melting away. “I’m very sorry you had to hear all of that. I don’t know what came over us! The solution was simple all along.” he resumed humming peacefully, having cleared every bit of turmoil between his brothers. “I quite like this new game you’ve introduced us too, little lamb.”

“Get on with it,” Jacob grunted impatiently, perhaps still clinging to a bit of bitterness from the squabble before.

The Father didn’t miss a beat, drawling onwards in that aura of tranquility he so often carried. “We will each make our own preparations. Jacob in the Whitetail Mountains, John in Holland Valley, and I in the Henbane River and then you will choose. Your home has always been with us, so I believe we will all be happy with whatever you decide.”

“Don’t make us wait too long,” John piped in urgently, not even bothering to mask the intense need harbored in his voice. “Because if you do...”

“We’ll just hafta come and get yah, kitten...”

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

art by @redreart​

Chapter 20: The Adversary Prowls Like a Roaring Lion, Seeking Someone to Devour    

This is where the fic rating promptly shifts from M to E, MINORS DNI

Warnings: Physical Violence, Torture, Gore, Unhealthy Relationship, Threats of Violence, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Internalized Misogyny, and the usual territory of warnings that comes with Kit’s unstable mental health as it continues to crumble around her, as well as SMUT!!!

Summary:

Since taking part in her second trial, Kit’s mind has been slipping away from her, losing track of time and her own thoughts. After returning to the Wolf’s Den with a Chosen prisoner, she takes the torture further than the Militia can stomach and she runs off to the woods where she comes across the Herald of the Whitetails.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 24: All Things Are Cleansed With Blood, and Without Shedding of Blood There is No Forgiveness    

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed

Characters: Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, The Seeds are Their Own Warning, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Deputy Joins the Cult, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay

Summary:

Kit wakes up in Saint Francis, still recovering from her wounds, and has a "heart-to-heart" with the Herald. Caleb faces his judgment, and two freaks (affectionate) get carnal

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Chapter 32: Borne by Beasts of Burden   

  Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation, Coercion, Manipulation, Bloodplay, Strangulation, Disembowelment, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism, Stockholm Syndrome Summary:

Kit makes her sacrifice and with that joins Jacob in the Whitetails as part of the Project's army

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Here’s a bit I’m working on from Chapter 4 of the FC5 Soulmate AU:

She was out of uniform, she didn’t have a cruiser. She wanted to give Eli as little reason as possible to turn her away. He was a doomsday prepper, built himself a bunker, and hid himself away from the rest of the world.

She knocked on the door of his cabin and waited for a response, she could hear heavy boots approaching from behind the door. It creaked open slowly, the hinges rusted from how little use they got. He was another lone wolf.

“Mr. Palmer?”

His hair was dark and unkempt, his beard scraggly and long. He was a man who didn’t spend much time maintaining his appearance. She knew that sentiment all too well.

“Who’s asking?”

“Junior Deputy Cross.”

“I don’t know anything and I don’t care to talk.” He went to close the door but her hand caught it and pushed back before he could slam it shut in her face.

“I hear you’re the best person to help me get in touch with Jacob Seed.”

He looked down at her with a dark stare, his eye twitching at the name.

“Trust me, Deputy. He is the last person on Earth you want anything to do with.”

“Well I haven’t got much choice in that matter.”

He looked her up and down. Was he trying to decide if she met Jacob’s tastes? He pulled the door open wide again and stood in the doorway, arms folded.

“He’s part of an investigation for a missing person.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Is that something Mr. Seed is known for?”

“His whole family.”

“Why is it that you were the one I was directed to then to find him?”

He let out a long sigh as if the breath he released would leave him free of any past with the eldest Seed.

“Jacob and I were friends for a while when he first came to Hope County. He was a lonely guy who had a lot of the same thoughts and ideas that I had. He wanted to build a bunker, said the end was coming sooner or later, and he wanted to be ready. So I helped him build one.”

“I assume there was a falling out?”

“He tried to get me to join his brother’s cult. I wasn’t interested. Things went sour from there.”

“You both might not be talking but do you know where I could find him?”

“The only way I know of to get in touch with him is radio.”

Kit scoffed, why was she not surprised in the slightest that he would choose that as his only method of conversing?

“Thank you Mr. Palmer.”

“I mean it, Deputy. Stay as far away from him as possible. John might be a loose cannon and a prick, Joseph is manipulative and all sorts of fucked up, but Jacob…he gets into your head and under your skin, and its damn near impossible to get him out.”

She tried to keep her face flat, to not show the cavernous pit whose mouth had just opened once more in her gut.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Don’t let him get near you. The moment you open that door to him, you’re done for.”

Kit nodded, swallowing heavily as she backed away from the cabin door. If only she’d heard those words a little sooner. It meant more coming from someone who’d known him, who’d gotten close. She hadn’t just opened the door to Jacob Seed. She had given him a key and put out the welcome mat.

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In which Yeeting a Flare at a Wolverine Ends up Being A Bad Idea Mostly

The first time Sam woke up at the Wolf’s Den she remembered thinking Tammy Barnes was a smart woman and everyone else she chose to interact with (Eli) needed to take a page out of Tammy’s very suspicious book. Sam wasn’t to be trusted. Not anymore, maybe not ever. She was reliable sure. Sam could admit she had some damn redeeming qualities, she wasn’t entirely self loathing. But at the end of the day even she knew her brain was a hellscape before the whole conditioning shit. But now? There were some thoughts in her head so disturbing she would never know whether or not they  were actually hers.

Eli, almost thankfully, chose to ignore every single red flag Sam waved around in his face from the moment he laid eyes on her forward. Otherwise she would be bleeding out in the forest by herself with only a fat diabetic bear to care for her and not bleeding out on the cot Eli dumped her on so he could at the very least, stop the bleeding and stitch her up. A lucky gal indeed.

“I’ve seen you walk off almost impossible hits,” Eli grunted, “and yet it’s a fucking wolverine that takes you down? One you goaded by the way.”

“Kicking a girl while she’s down I see,” Sam flinched when Eli pressed down a little too hard. For all she pretended to be tough and indestructible she was still human, and liable to reckless behavior. So maybe she shouldn’t have shot a flare directly at a wolverine. Miraculously it was leaving her the hell alone before she decided death by wolverine was a fun way to go. Of course, she was wrong. Whoever said Sam Rook was smart needed to have a five second conversation with her.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if we hadn’t seen it on the security tape,” Eli muttered. Mostly he was pissed off. Sam was injured and for the moment was no longer useful to the resistance. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That I could take it. Stupid wolverine—”

“Stupid you, Sam, you gave me a fucking heart attack when you didn’t get back up.”

“Aw,” Sam grinned at him. She lifted her head a bit to get a good look at him. He was staring intently at the work his hands were doing. She remembered this as well.

When she first woke up she was greeted with Eli’s face. With those pretty pretty eyes, brow furrowing in worry. She found the beard suited him well, something she usually wouldn’t care for. And when she finally got a look at him in action... christ almighty, she’d had better things to do but ogle at him using that bow of his. Now those incredibly focused eyes and precise hands were focused on her. She wanted to do something about it but she doubted Eli would reciprocate. She forgot the joke she was going to make. Something sinister that she knew would fire Eli up.

“You shouldn’t worry about me Palmer, I always come out on top.”

“Yeah when you’re opponent is dead on top isn’t always that far away. I quite like you when you’re alive and not dying.” There was tension in his voice that made her so incredibly curious. She wanted to poke and prod and pull, she could. It would be so easy, she used to do it all the time. A little smile here, a little touch there. A comment, a compliment, an innocuous conversation with someone who didn’t know she wanted anything from them. But the thought of manipulating Eli into revealing something important, something he’s not willing to share left a taste in her mouth so putrid she didn’t even want to think about it anymore.

She doesn’t know how Jakey wants her to kill Eli when he’s her biggest weakness. There’s a lot she’s willing to do for the man patching her up, she would rather Jacob killed her than hurt Eli.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam grunted entirely unaffected. “Can’t save the county if I’m dead.”

“Is that what you think I’m saying when I ask you not die?” Eli asked incredulously. No, but Sam can’t handle the truth of what he’s asking of her. She doesn’t answer. “Sam—“

“You done?” She interrupted. Forced herself to sit up only to be stopped by the same two hands that fixed her up.  He lets his grip on her loosen. Free’s up one of his hands to guide her head toward his own from beneath her chin. Forces her to have nowhere else to look but directly at him. His eyes searching for an answer Sam doesn’t want to give.

“Hey,” Eli said sternly soft, “look at me.”

It’s not order or a demand but a request. See what I have to offer. So she does. His eyes, as always, are gentle. Sam wonders what she has to do to get that same cold calculating stare she knows he’s capable of. It’s nothing like Tammy who makes her feel like a child all over again. Or Wheaty who wants to ask a million questions but doesn’t want to push her away. Excitement at every little thing she deems him worthy of knowing about her. It’s gentle. Like she’s a delicate little thing.

Eli Palmer looks at her like he already knows everything he needs to know and it scares her that he might.

“You are not a tool for me to use, you aren’t disposable. I want you alive Sam because I—“

God bless Sharky Boshaw. Who Sam forgot she brought along with her and left at the Wolf’s Den while she went out for a quick breather with the damn bear.

“Deputy? Dep! You alive in there? Heard ya got mauled by a wolverine again. Just wanted make sure you were fine. Can’t have the second half of this buddy cop movie dyin’ before the climax.”

“You’re not a cop,” Sam said plainly. She half wanted to kill him and half want to ignore him in favor of getting Eli back in her personal space. He’s the fire and she’s the moth.

Sam stood up with a grunt and limped over to where the door was locked. Moving her right leg exacerbated the wound across her abdomen but she’d be damn if she let it show too much. She pulled the door open and moved around to let Sharky in.

“Aww, dep. don’t ruin my fun,” Sharky teased. He didn’t move to help her only because he knows she won’t accept it and only make her injuries worse. For all he joked Sam knew he was really worried.

“I don’t want you going out and poking the bear while you’re injured,” Eli told her, “I’ll tie you to that bed and keep a guard if you even try to leave the den before being cleared.”

“Kinky!” Sharky crowed, “just how you like ‘em, dep.”

Sam’s face heated up at the comment and while she knew she couldn’t chase after Sharky lest Eli go through on his promise, she glared at his retreating self.

“Fuck off, Boshaw,” Sam called after him as Eli chuckled behind her. Guided her slowly back to the bed for her to rest.

“If you’re not here when I come back I’m taking a leaf out of Jacob’s book and sending a search party after you.”

Sam scrunched her nose in distaste the comparison. Eli was nothing like that little bitch.

“Don’t get your little boxer briefs in a bunch. I’ll be here.”

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Freeing Hope County

Jacob Seed X Female Character

Word Count: 1473

The war in Hope County , seemed like it was going to come to an end. The chaotic Deputy that arrived in this County, ruined almost everything that belonged to Eden's Gate but she had only caused one region a headache. Whitetail Mountains. She was yet to step a foot into Henbane River and Holland Valley but it seemed like, everything that was important for Eden's Gate, were all in Jacob Seed's region and that's where she started.

Liberated all the outposts. Saved a lot of good people that were captured and blew up every single Wolf Beacon in Whitetail Mountains.

Jacob Seed had enough. His brother and cult leader, Joseph Seed, made it very clear to his siblings that he wanted the Deputy alive. He believed that eventually the Deputy was going to see the light and join Eden's Gate but Jacob thought otherwise.

The Deputy was naive. The people around her, made her think she was some sort of hero but she wasn't. She was a coward and needed to be put in her spot.

Jacob planned for weeks, trying to figure out how he could change her from a hero to an enemy to the Resistance. But then, he knew what he exactly had to do and it involved killing someone he wanted dead along time ago.

Eli Palmer.

It was a perfect plan. Eli was the Whitetail Militia leader and was one of the main Resistance leaders too. Killing Eli was going to bring the Resistance down and break many of their hearts but when they found out that it was their beloved Deputy that killing him, they would all turn on her and put her back in her spot. Remind her that she was a weak person and was never a real hero. She was going to see the real face of the Resistance and how quick they could turn on one of their own. The Deputy would either run away from Hope County or join Eden's Gate like Joseph Seed said she would.

Jacob had the Deputy locked in her cage for almost two weeks now. He put her through many trials, waiting to see some sort of sign that she was ready for her final trial. The real trial that was going to see Eli Palmer killed. However it didn't take long for that sign.

A few days later, the Deputy was ready and Jacob sprung into action immediately. He stood on the opposite side of the cage, looking down at the Deputy while turning the small knob on his music box. He slowly opened the lid and watched the Deputy fall onto the ground.

He stood in the corner, watching as the Deputy began her final trial. She ran through so many places, killing lots of Whitetail Militia soldiers and when she finally entered the last place, without knowing she shot Eli Palmer right in the head.

That's when Jacob showed up. Smiling a wicked smile and telling her how it was "Only ever you". Now it was time for the very last fight between them. Jacob was willing to die for his brother Joseph Seed and he was happy for it to happen right now.

He walked out off the Wolf's Den and waited for the Deputy to resurface. A few minute later, she did and the battle between Jacob Seed and the Deputy has begun. "Only you" was playing in the background as the Deputy ran around, destroying all the Beacons. Jacob's voice haunting her every step of the way.

The last beacon was destroyed and the outside world went from dark and foggy to sunny and clear. Jacob waited for Deputy on top of one of the rock mountains, watching her as she killed Peggies and his judges while she made her way to the top of the mountain as well.

She held the gun at him and with no second thought, she shot him in the chest. With that pain and all that blood that flowed out, Jacob made his way down the Rocky Mountain and walked towards a rock. The Deputy followed him every inch of the way and stood in front of Jacob, as he sat down on the rock. Her gun was pointed at Jacob's head, ready to shot him one last time but decided to let him say his final words.

"You had no fucking idea" Jacob said and was cut off from the sound of a gun going off.

He looked at the Deputy and watched her slowly fall onto her knees. She looked at Jacob and then fell face forward onto the ground. A gun wound was visible on the back of her head. He looked around and saw a young girl standing near another rock, with a gun in her hand.

The girl slowly made her way to Jacob and examined his wound. She then looked back at Jacob and smiled. That was enough for him to know that she was a friendly person.

She helped Jacob off the rock and supported him as she escorted him to her car, that was waiting close by. Without wasting anymore time, the girl slammed on the accelerator and drove away from the scene.

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No one had seen or heard from Jacob for almost five weeks. The cult had located the Deputy's body near the Wolf's Den and with Joseph's say, they had buried her body at one of the Hope County's cemetery's.

The Resistance surrendered to Eden's Gate after losing two of their strongest soldiers. Eli Palmer and the Deputy were what was keeping the Resistance strong and now that they both were dead, they were weak and had no plan on how to stop Eden's Gate. Instead they all joined the cult.

As for the cult, they searched everywhere from Jacob Seed but couldn't find him. They became worried. They knew he had been shot and wondered if he had gone somewhere to hide, so that his brothers didn't have to see him die. No matter the circumstances, the cult continued to search for Jacob and they weren't planning on giving up until they found him.

Where was Jacob Seed?

He was in one of the underground bunkers, with the girl that had saved him from the Deputy. She had taken care of him and helped him get back onto his feet.

There were days when she was worried that Jacob wasn't going to make it but with her help, the wound on his chest started healing and the bullet was taken out off him. Luckily the bullet hadn't hit him in anywhere dangerous and instead was in a blank spot, where there wasn't any organs or anything that would cause any serious problems.

Three weeks after he had been shot, Jacob made a full recovery and was finally able to walk around the bunker. Now that it was the fifth week, Jacob was back to doing push ups and sit ups.

The girl that had helped him was 25 year old Ava Jones. She had witnessed every single thing that the Deputy had done in Whitetail Mountains and saw Jacob enough times to have formed some sort of crush on him. She watched the final battle and made the decision that she was going to end this war herself. She had crawled out off her little hole and killed the Deputy before she had killed Jacob.

In those five weeks, Jacob and Ava got along very well and not too long after, the two of them begun a very cute but sexual relationship. At the beginning she though Jacob was using her for sex but all that doubt was pushed away when he got on one knee and proposed to her.

After the sixth week, Jacob and Ava decided it was time to stop hiding and get back out into the real world. They left their little bunker, hand in hand and with so much love for each other. They jumped into a car and made their way to Joseph's compound.

Seeing their big brother alive was a miracle for John and Joseph. They hugged him tightly and even shedded some tears. Jacob introduced his fiancé and explained to them that she was the one that saved his life. Joseph and John welcomed her into their family and thanked her for everything she had done to keep Jacob alive.

Jacob got his region back under his full leadership and returned back to the Veterans Centre with his fiancé. "This is a new beginning for us Ava. I'm going to protect you from everything and everyone. I love you".

The war was officially over. The Seed's were all alive and the Resistance was defeated. Hope County was back to normal and families were able to live happily and freely. Eden's Gate, after all, wasn't too bad.