#eli palmer x deputy

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Finally writing that Eli Palmer x reader fic I've been wanting for two years. Not gonna be posted for a while because it's gonna be multi-chapter and I don't want to post any until it's done, but it's a start.

[derputy]

Far Cry 5 as Parks & Rec* - Part 4 (Pt. 1/2/3) || As usual, tagging some awesome inspirations @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point @yeetslovescheese - they never once asked to be tagged but they (so far) still let me for some reason <3

(commercial voice) **beware probable inconsistencies & spelling errors. the following meme video may not accurately depict op's feelings towards certain characters. canon accuracies may vary.

[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

[harmonyowl]

5 7 Song Playlist Tag! (Blythe Paige Edition)

So I was tagged by the lovely @direwombat! So thank you so much again hun, I love doing things like this! 💜 If you’d like to do it I will be tagging @deputyash, @strafethesesinners, @schoute, @calamitycowboy, @teamhawkeye, and @theuwuscrolls and anyone else who wishes to do this is welcome to tag me! ☺️

Blythe doesn’t actually have a set pairing, I just write her with whoever I get the idea or inspiration for so that I don’t end up having 252738 different oc’s lol. So I’m just picking one song for 7 of the possible au pairings she could have, you’re welcome to do it this way if you’d like or you can do it the original 5 otp way!

My Prayer - The Platters ; Jacob Seed

My prayer is to linger with you / At the end of the day / In a dream that’s divine / My prayer is a rapture in blue / With the world far away / And your lips close to mine / Tonight while our hearts are aglow / Oh tell me the words, that I’m longing to hear

Running Up That Hill - aeseaes ; Joseph Seed

You don’t wanna hurt me / But see how deep the bullet lies / Unaware, I’m tearin’ you asunder / Oh, there is thunder in our hearts / Is there so much hate for the ones we love? / Oh, tell me, we both matter, don’t we? / You, it’s you and me

Arcade - Duncan Laurence ; John Seed

I’m afraid of all I am / My mind feels like a foreign land / Silence ringing inside my head / Please carry me, carry me, carry me home / I’ve spent all of the love I’ve saved / We were always a losing game / Small town boy in a big arcade / I got addicted to a losing game / All I know, all I know / Loving you is a losing game

Work Song - Hozier ; Faith Seed

And I was burnin’ up a fever / I didn’t care much how long I lived / But I swear I thought I dreamed her / She never asked me once about the wrong I did / When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I’ll crawl home to her

Train Wreck - James Arthur ; Joey Hudson

Hey, should I pray? Should I pray? / To myself? To a God? To a saviour who can / Unbreak the broken / Unsay these spoken words / Find hope in the hopeless / Pull me out of the train wreck / Unburn the ashes / Unchain the reactions / I’m not ready to die, not yet / Pull me out of the train wreck

The Night We Met - Lord Huron ; Staci Pratt

When the night was full of terrors / And your eyes were filled with tears / When you had not touched me yet / Oh, take me back to the night we met / I had all and then most of you / Some and now none of you / Take me back to the night we met

From Eden - Hozier ; Eli Palmer

Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago / Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword / Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know / I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door / Babe, there’s something wretched about this / Something so precious about this / Oh what a sin

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So I wrote a thing. Far Cry 5, Post Only You mission, angsty as shit with a hefty sprinkling of Eli x Deputy. Idk how to do a Read More on mobile, so sorry for the wall of text.

She was so tired of reliving this moment. Everything in vivid detail, frozen for a split moment in time as Eli’s body was knocked back from her gunshots. The look of shock, the betrayal etched into his gruff features would be burned into the ridges of her brain matter for eternity, of this she was certain. She has never felt guilt like this before and didn’t know if anything to come would ever compare to it wriggling, gnashing violently in the pit of her stomach. It was so visceral, so painful it made her scalp prickle and goosebumps rise on her skin. He never even fired a shot to defend himself. Not a single one. He didn’t want to hurt her. Of course he didn’t want to hurt her; they’d grown so close in the last few months. He trusted her, believed in her so strongly. He had invited her into his base, into his family of misfits with open arms. He’d seen the strength in her, the resolve to get rid of this fucking cult that had spread like a cancer through her chosen home of Hope County and he had trusted her to get it done. No, he’d barely even raised his weapon against her.

The worst was the recognition. Her finger squeezing the trigger before registering who was actually at the other end of her sights, far too late to stop herself. It hadn’t been some faceless mannequin of Jacob’s design, not this time. Staci had warned her what Jacob had planned for her when he helped her escape from Jacob’s playground the last time. She had vowed then never to return to the Wolf’s Den. She couldn’t kill Eli if she never saw him again, right? So how the fuck did she end up back in that bunker?

The last thing she solidly remembered was hunting up some dinner with Sharky; The ambush, pain stabbing in her thigh, then the immediate fogginess in her head from the drugged arrow. And that song. That fucking song she had actually used to really like. Now it made her sick, made pain blossom at the base of her skull before wracking her whole head agonizingly. No, she can’t remember how she got to the bunker, but she supposed it didn’t really even matter. What mattered was she got there. Drugged out of her mind and on some MK Ultra-level bullshit programming she’d found her way back to the Den, back to Eli. She had hoped their reunion would be sweet, that she’d kill Jacob Seed, free the Whitetail Mountains of his hold, and be able to explain why she’d ghosted Eli out of nowhere.

“Eli’s sweet on you,” Sharky had said and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a flutter in her stomach each time she was near him, too. Sure, he was every bit the image of a grizzled Mountain Man with his bushy beard and unkempt hair, but he was also kind and fiercely protective of the people he lead. And he respected her. Really, truly respected her. Most folks in Hope County saw her as some kind of invincible action hero, unrealistic in their expectations that nothing fazed her, not the innumerable body count she was racking up or the various drugging-and-kidnappings she’d endured. Eli, however, treated her as a real flesh and blood human being; he listened to her patiently when the pressure of carrying a resistance on her back threatened to crush her, sat quietly and held her when she couldn’t hold back the tears, the wracking sobs when the killing became too much. Killing people was not why she joined law enforcement, that was so not her bag. She wanted to help people, to protect them. She’d hardly ever hunted more than skunks and squirrels before the Eden’s Gate cult clusterfuck began and now she was taking down entire compounds of humans with a sniper rifle and sub machine gun. She was so far removed from the rookie deputy she began as that she hardly recognized herself anymore. She’d been drugged, beaten, starved, thrown off a cliff, shot, stabbed, burned, and god knows what all else. The damage was really beginning to show and she was terrified, disgusted even and Eli listened to her, never judging or offering hollow words of comfort. He’d wait until she was done, until her sobs subsided and her energy was drained and he would brush her hair back out of her face. He’d smile softly, wipe tears from her cheeks and tell her how hard he knows everything must be on her, that leading a resistance is hell and she could vent to him any time it all became too much. He’d understand if she decided it was too hard for her, that she didn’t want to fight so fiercely for a while or at all any more; she’d done so much already and they were all so grateful to her. He made sure she knew she had a choice, that she wasn’t beholden to the Resistance or the Whitetail Militia and that she’d already helped get them that much closer to getting rid of the Seeds for good. He also assured her that she’d always have a place at the Wolf’s Den should she want it. And God, did she want it. She’d asked for just a few days of rest to clear her head and then she’d decide if she was ready to continue or let the Militia and the Resistance continue on their own. The folks at the prison had all been nice and respectful, but in the few days she spent there the residents of the Wolf’s Den felt like an honest-to-god family. She helped cook and clean, not just the bunker but weapons as well. She helped Wheatey with the radio station he’d set up, DJ’ing those old rock ‘n’ roll jams while he expounded on the virtue of a good, old fashioned vinyl record. Eli used some of their time together to teach her how to use the bow and arrows, only having her practice on stationary targets until she assured him that getting some squirrels for a stew or a deer for dinner wasn’t going to break her. After getting to know every one of the folks staying at the Den and their agents who were in and out on various missions she approached Eli. “Everyone here has lost so much to those fuckin Peggies, but they’ve still got each other. That’s important, Eli. It’s important to fight for even that semblance of normalcy and family. I’m not giving up until the Seeds are gone and people are safe again.” He’d smiled at her, full toothy grin and brought her into an embrace. “That’s my girl” and she’d have to admit, she liked the sound of that.

Yeah, Eli was sweet on her and she sure was sweet on him, which made the realization that she’d murdered him smash through her like The Widowmaker through a Peggie roadblock every time she relived it. Folks told her it wasn’t her fault, that that’s just what Jacob does; he gets in your head and makes you do shit you’d never dream of, but she could see the tightness in their eyes, the doubt, as though they were saying it to convince themselves as much as her, too. She’d never felt such an overwhelming sense of guilt in her life and honestly, she felt she deserved it. Deserved that ugly gnawing thing as it wriggled beneath her skin. But something else lived right alongside it now, intertwined with the guilt was another violent thing. Rage. John Seed had said her sin was Wrath and she was beginning to think he was on to something. She didn’t know if the guilt would ever subside, but she did know that she was going to raze every single fucking Peggy compound, foothold, roadblock, reaping truck, all of it, to the motherfucking ground and then she would stand tall amongst the ashes. She only prayed it would give her a feeling of relief.

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I really should finish my Shenko fic that has been rattling around my head for a month now but I kinda wanna write an Eli Palmer x deputy fic....

[direwombat]

r: the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorns (eli palmer x deputy sybille la roux)

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, @carlosoliveiraa, @g0dspeeed, @aceghosts, and @madparadoxum to do this ship dynamics chart using this template by @jacobseed (most just did the first image with the sliders, but i'm an overachiever and did the second part too <3)

since i did this template for jakesyb a while ago, here's a sybeli version. they really took me by surprise as a ship this year, but i love them and they deserve a happy ending (they do not get one <;3)

tagging @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @adelaidedrubman, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable , @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else who wants to make a graphic for their ship! (taglist opt in/out)

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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.

[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.”

[friedesgreatscythe]

eli waking up after you shot him just glad that you're ok after the confrontation with jacob. he's smiling and huffing little laughs until he sees your face, you on the verge of tears and he just,,,, reaches for you and drags you half onto the bed. even as you try to avoid his injured shoulder he isn't having it, pulling you closer into his arms as you shudder from trying not to cry. (1)

he strokes your hair and shushes you when you try to apologize, slowly pulling pulling you closer until your face is in the crook of his shoulder and his breath ruffles your hair,,, you can feel his breathing stutter briefly, feel his body tremble. glancing up in concern you catch the look on his face, the softness of his gaze, the slight smile and the beginning of a blush through the scruff of his beard. (2)

“I’m sorry. I did it, but it wasn’t me.”

“I know, baby. It was the you that wasn’t you.”

And he forgives you, he always forgives you, and there are some days you worry that you’ll never be worthy of it.

thistle how did u know i needed soft(TM) loving content rn

[blulexx]

Rook and Eli

[zizzlekwum]

There are not nearly enough Eli Palmer x Deputy fics and it really bothers me

[boshaw-manor]

‘Who could do this?’

Rook’s fingers entwined softly into Eli’s long locks, pressing a heated kiss to his bearded mouth. The hairs tugged at her skin, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.

‘You really need to trim this thing.’ She rasped as she pulled away, clambering on top of him and straddling his waist.

‘The beard? I thought you liked it.’ He scratched at it with his fingers, smirking.

‘Ya look like a hobo.’ She teased, leaning over him. ‘Smell like one too.’ Eli feigned offense, slamming a palm over his heart and gasping.

‘So rude Deputy.’ He breathed, craning his neck up to grab her lips with his own again. Smoothing his hands down her body, Eli motioned to undo her jeans when a loud beeping sound interrupted him.

‘Ignore it.’ She breathed, grabbing his hand and slipping it below the waistband of her trousers. Eli bit his lip and groaned in annoyance as the beeping continued.

‘Can’t.’ He shrugged Rook off of his waist and got up, accutely aware of the bulge between his legs. ‘Fucking cult giving me blue balls.’ He grumbled under his breath, storming out of his bedroom and into the control room. Bracing his hands on the panel, he stared at the screens and exhaled deeply. Flames licked at the F.A.N.G Center, tearing through the buildings and destroying the entire the resistance outpost. Rook slunk into the room, staring over the panels and pressing the emergency button to stop the warning sirens.

‘Who could do this?’ She breathed, watching as Whitetail Militia members sprinted away from the flames. Some of them escaped. Others weren’t so lucky. Rook had seen a lot of shit since her time in Hope County but for some reason, this hit her hard.

‘Jacob fucking Seed.’ Eli’s lip curled in anger and only settled when Rook wound her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his shoulder and stared at the screens. ‘You’re not safe here.’

‘Eli-‘

‘If he gets you...’ Eli shook his head, not wanting to picture what Jacob might do to her.

‘He isn’t going to get me.’ Rook stated confidently, pressing a kiss to his shirt. ‘I’m slippery like an eel, he won’t be able to catch me.’

‘You underestimate him.’

‘You underestimate me.’ She grinned, taking his hairy chin and turning it to face her. Rook batted her eyelashes at him, melting internally at the sight of his deep chocolate irises. ‘There’s not much we can do about this right now.’ She gestured to the screens before walking with purpose towards the door. ‘So are you coming back to bed?’

‘Rook-‘ Eli tried to drag his eyes back to the screens but couldn’t help but be tempted by the arched eyebrow she was giving him. ‘Okay, okay. I’m coming.’