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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 1 month

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Misc nsfw hc's (trans man!reader)

Small hc's I wrote a while ago bc I had brain worms

Characters: Sharky Boshaw, Jacob Seed, Eli Palmer, John Seed, Jerome Jefferies, Joseph Seed

Contains NSFW content, minors do not read!

Sharky is a submissive bottom, he loves being under you and feeling your full weight on him when you fuck him. He's down to take anything you give him, whether you're using your fingers, strap or a butt plug or your tongue he doesn't care he is gonna take it like a champ and say thank you after.

He loves doggy style, having your strap buried inside him, your chest pressed up against his back while you stroke his cock with one hand and hold his hip with the other. He loves the sensation of you thrusting into him while you jerk him off, it's overstimulation heaven especially after you've made him come a couple of times.

He gets shy if you do missionary but he loves how you kiss him while you fuck him and the way you hold his wrists beside his head. He whines about it but he's super into when you make him come all over his stomach and then lick it up, it's super hot.

The closet he gets to topping is whenever you suck him off, especially if you make him brace himself on the wall and let him fuck your face when he gets close. And even then after he comes he wants you to press him up against the wall and take him from behind.

Jacob couldn't bottom if his life depended on it, he is always the one giving and using your body like his personal cocksleeve. He could be swayed to taking your strap if it was your birthday but the chances are very slim, He's a top and he likes making you get off and seeing how undone he can make you.

He is a big fan of edging so he'll have you on your back, get you close and then just stop, making you beg for him to move while he presses lazy kisses to your collar bone. If you beg good enough he'll go to the next extreme and fuck you until you're crying from the overstimulation.

He'd love taking you in his truck or somewhere public, he enjoys seeing you try to keep quiet while he's hitting all the right spots inside you and whispering the nastiest things in your ear. He's also a fan of doggy style and will just fuck you on the ground whenever he feels like it.

His typical style is rough, hard and dirty, making you his little plaything for a few hours and turning you into a mindless mess but he can do gentle and sweet sex. It's a more vulnerable thing though and usually saved for anniversaries and other important dates.

Eli doesn't discriminate and he's happy to be taking or giving in bed, he loves the way you feel inside him and he loves the feeling of being buried inside you. He's not really rough but he can man-handle you like the best of them and he really enjoys having you on his lap while you ride him.

If he's taking he prefers missionary so he can see you as you thrust into him, just the sight of you sweaty and panting above him drives him nuts. And getting to kiss you while you also jerk him off is always a bonus.

He likes taking it slow when you go at it, lots of touching and kissing before one of you gets too excited and flips the other over and takes charge. He gets really horny when you're the one to take charge, something about you pushing him into the mattress and ripping his boxers down really gets him going.

He's a weak man for you so when you tease him it's very effective, he will rut against you until you shimmy your pants down and let him slip his cock inside you. If you squeeze in between him and his desk and grind your ass on his crotch it's only a matter of time before you're bent over it and getting fucked.

John is a service bottom with a twist and that twist is that when you frustrate him enough he'll tie you down and fuck you like an animal. He loves watching you ride him, he loves burying his face between your thighs and making you come undone with his touch.

He also loves restraining your hands and making you confess your flifthiest sins while he fucks you, going from long slow thrusts to quick deep ones that rock your entire body. He doesn't care what position you're in as long as he can watch your face twist into blissful pleasure and pain.

He'll lose himself when you take charge, becoming a babbling mess chanting your name like a prayer while you thrust into him. He'll beg you to do your worst to him, cling to any part of your body, bite your neck when he comes and rut against you uselessly in between sessions.

John can switch from cruel sadomasochist to subby brat in two seconds and he will give you whiplash if you're not ready for it. If you indulge both sides you'll be his personal god and he'll worship you any chance he gets, his main goal is to make you come as much as humanly possible.

Jerome is a sweet man and he just wants to make you feel good and take care of you, body worship is off the charts with this man and he'll make every sexual encounter feel like a religious experience. He loves running his hands over your body and kissing every inch of you before fucking you nice and slow.

He may unintentionally cockwarm as he gets carried away kissing you and singing you praises but it just makes it better. His thrusts are always deep and hit all the right spots every time and the drag out is slow and sensual, he really works it up and makes you want it.

He's not opposed to letting you take him, he'll happily suck off your strap and get himself ready to take you. He only asks that you be gentle and if you can do that he's happy to lose himself to the feeling of you inside him, he might enjoy it so much he can't keep his hands from jerking himself off while you thrust into him.

He will happily engage in some sinful activities in the church, as long as it's empty. Either one of you bent over the podium while the other fucks them is always an experience. He may start reciting certain bible verses and likening you to angels while you fuck, he can't help it when his mind gets all foggy.

Joseph does whatever his heart tells him to in the moment so it's a toss up on whether he'll be taking or giving in the bedroom. Sometimes you can tell from the look in his eye or the way he grabs you but mostly he takes you by surprise every time.

If he's feeling like taking he'll start by kissing you all over your body and sucking you off/eating you out, rutting his hard on against you and whimpering your name when you touch him. He'll go into any position you put him in but he does like being able to hold the back of your neck and look into your eyes while you fuck him.

He'll prattle on about how god brought you both together and how his body and soul is yours to take and he'll choke on your name like it's a prayer to hard to swallow. He gets embarrassed if you make him come on himself but can't complain when you clean him up with your mouth.

If he's giving he likes to press his body flush against yours and really enjoy the feeling of being inside you, he'll unintentionally edge you and himself because he wants it to last. And then when you both come undone he thrusts into you like a wild animal until he can't hold himself up any longer.

#sharky boshaw x reader #jacob seed x reader #eli palmer x reader #john seed x reader #jerome jeffries x reader #joseph seed x reader #M!Reader Tag #Headcanon Tag #Nsft Tag #only did the boys for the one bc I was in a silly goofy man loving mood yanno #i'm blissfully ignoring the seeds give bad head posts. they're right but i'm here for a good time not an accurate time

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zizzlekwum · 2 years

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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.

#Eli Palmer #Far Cry 5 #writing #my writing #Sam speaks #Eli Palmer x reader #Eli Palmer x Deputy #fanfic #fanfiction #Far Cry

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strawberryscorner · 1 year

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Forgotten Sins Chapter 1

Tags: Amnesia, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use (Bliss), Religious Cults, Fluff and Angst, Car Accidents, Family Member Death, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation

Note: Hey, I just wanted to let you all know some things before reading this story, This is a reader-insert and it is written in the second person but she has/you have amnesia from the events in the first chapter so when asked your name, you can't respond with the "Y/N" answer so you'll get the name Dawn.

Also, I'm not from America so if British words slip in, forgive me because the character/you are meant to be American since it's Far Cry 5.

Other than that, have fun! (also, let me know if I missed something in the tags at any point of the story!)

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Almost as soon as your dad drives past the Welcome to Hope County sign, the radio started playing a song about letting the water wash away your sins.

"What is this garbage?" he asked, going to turn the radio off but your mom smacked his hand away.

"It's what you need with that gambling addiction of yours," she said, returning to her phone, "no signal." She put the phone down and looked out the window.

"It's pretty cute here," you said, looking out your window.

"Pretty cute?" your dad asks. "There's nothing here!"

You roll your eyes and keep focusing on what's outside your window. Your dad always was a bit grumpy on these road trips, yet it was always him who insisted on taking them, good for family bonding. Now that you were an adult and had moved out long ago and your brother was going off to college, it was time for another road trip. While your dad and mom argued about the quickest way to your destination that your parents kept secret to add to the fun, you started humming along to the radio.

"Where even are we?" your mom asked.

"Holland Valley, well, just left it according to this sign," your dad said.

You see a shirtless man with the words greed and wrath tattooed on his torso running from a group of people, they're all shooting at each other.

"Is that real?" your brother asked, hearing the gunshots.

"Look away!" your dad yells at us as the shirtless man fell to the ground. You turn to look out the window on your brother's side but there were people with guns running towards the car, most likely to fight the people on the other side of your vehicle.

"Oh God, what is that?" your mother asked, pointing at a man with a beard and a red shirt that had been cut into a vest held up what looked like a rocket launcher, though you couldn't be too sure, you'd only ever seen them in video games. You see a rocket heading towards the car, no one has time to get out before it hits.

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You wake up, one hand handcuffed to the railing of the bed you're laying on. The other hand goes up to touch your pounding head, only resulting in more pain so you quickly remove your hand. There isn't much in the room with you, just the bed you're laying on, a table and a chair.

"Ah good, you're finally awake," a man with long brown hair and a bushy beard said, pulling the chair closer to the bed before sitting down.

"Awake?" your throat was painfully dry and your voice came out weak, almost as a raspy whisper.

"You've been out for a while, a few weeks," he said, "weren't too sure you'd make it, no one else did."

"Made what? Who else?"

"What's your name?" he asked.

You thought about it for a while but couldn't remember, "I don't know," you answer honestly.

"Guess the accident messed with your brain more than we thought," he mumbled, "how about we call you Dawn?"

You don't know what to say, that's probably not close to whatever your name was but you couldn't remember so arguing against it seemed pointless. Eventually, you just nod your head, accepting your new name.

"Well, Dawn, you and what we assume to be your family were in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said. "You see, we got somewhat of a war going on here, a cult leader who calls himself The Father is trying to take over Hope County. Save us from what he calls The Collapse that he knows will happen because God told him. My people were captured by fucking Peggies - his followers. Now is the part that affects you, you and your family got in the crossfire between my people and the Peggies, well, they had a rocket launcher, fired it at you. We pulled you out of the car, but your family all died, your mom was already dead in the car, and your dad and brother died here later. I'm sorry."

You tried to remember it but you couldn't, you couldn't even remember your family, their names, faces, voices nothing.

"Why don't I remember?" you ask.

"You hit your head pretty hard, you might remember at some point but you may also never get your memory back," he shrugged.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"I'm Eli."

He stood up and took out a small key, "Am I right in assuming you won't be a danger?"

You nodded. While you had no memory to be sure, you didn't feel dangerous. He unlocked the handcuff.

"You can stay in here for a while, Hurk is right outside this door. Hurk get in here," a man with a beard and a red shirt walked in, he seemed familiar but you couldn't remember why.

"Do I know you?" you asked.

"No," Eli answered for the man, "but Hurk here will help you if you want to walk around."

With that, both men leave you alone in the room.

You stayed in bed for a while, thinking about everything Eli had told you, trying to remember anything from any point in your life but you couldn't. You were thankful you seemed to remember your language and how to talk. Now, you needed to see if you were strong enough to be able to walk. Don't fall flat on your face, you thought to yourself before sitting in the bed, your feet touching the ground. You closed your eyes and held your hands out in front of you as you slowly stood up, when you did instantly fall, you slowly opened your eyes. You take a deep breath before attempting to take your first step, it was wobbly, and you fall forward but you're able to catch yourself on the chair Eli was sitting on earlier. You thought about calling for Hurk to help you walk but you wanted to do it on your own, your legs just needed to wake up, Eli did say you were out for a few weeks, naturally, your legs would be weak like your voice was. After a few seconds, you dare try again, letting go of the chair and pushing it a bit in front of you so you can use it to catch yourself again if needed. Which you did.

"Shit," you say to yourself, but it comes out more of a whisper. "Hurk?" you call out as loud as you can but it doesn't come out very loud and he doesn't come in so it's safe to assume he couldn't hear you. Well, I can still stand, you thought before getting up from the chair and throwing it at the door.

"Dude, are you okay?" Hurk said, throwing the door open, holding a gun, "whoa, sorry about calling you dude, I don't want to assume nothin' but I call everyone dude so I don't mean no disrespect or nothin'-"

"I can't walk," you interrupt him, not really caring to hear more of this odd apology when you just want to walk.

"What do you mean you can't walk?" he asks. You take a step forward and fall, he catches you and helps you back to your feet.

You make it outside with Hurk's help, he's pointing to everyone who walks by, telling you their names, what they usually do around here and how fun they are to talk to on a scale of "better to talk to Monkey King than them to actually a good listener, they're fine" as you drink a glass of water.

"Where are we?" you ask.

"We're in Whitetail Mountains," he answers.

"Where are my family?" he looks to his feet when you ask that, "I know they're dead. Eli told me. But what happened to their bodies?"

"I'm not really sure," he scratched the back of his head, going quiet. You hadn't known him long at all but hadn't known him to do that.

"Well, what about the Pennys?"

"Pennys?" he looks confused for a while.

"The cult?"

Hurk laughs, "you mean Peggies."

"Yeah, Peggies."

"They're followers of the big guy, not Monkey King, the other big guy. You know, I almost joined 'em. They had guns, food, fine ass women, why wouldn't you join?" he paused, looking at you and when you didn't say anything, he continued. "Well, I didn't join because o' all these rules you have to follow, no partyin', no fornicatin' - that means fuckin', didn't sound so fun after that so I went home."

He was going to keep talking until a radio started making noise. He excused himself and took a few steps away.

"You want to know about the cult, sweetheart?" an older lady in jeans and a pink blouse asked.

"Yes," you said.

"I'm Adelaide, you are?"

"I'm Dawn," you said, remembering Eli's name for you.

"Well, Dawn, the cult has pretty much taken over Hope County, brainwashed everyone into believing the world is going to end and only Joseph Seed can save their souls. They take you in, make you confess your sins through torture then continue to torture you either by forcing you to make that Bliss shit until you lose your damn mind or by training you to be a soldier, ain't been many survivors to tell us how it goes but we can assume it's not pleasant."

"And people join willingly?" you ask, thinking back to what Hurk said.

"They do, some completely willingly, either with or without the knowledge of what the cult does, or some join willingly but after some tough persuasion.

And some join because they're idiots like my boy," she moves her head towards Hurk.

"You're Hurk's mother?"

"I am," she smiled.

"Come with me, we got a job," he said, interrupting our conversation.

"Me?" you asked, seeing him looking at you instead of his mother.

"Yeah, don't worry, it's not a big job, just collectin' some meat then droppin' it off," he got in a truck.

"Collecting meat? From where?"

"We're going huntin', you been huntin' before?"

"I don't know."

"I can teach you."

On the way to where he wanted to hunt, he spoke about his relationship with his father, it didn't sound like a very good one. It made you wonder what yours was like, maybe you'd remember one day. Instead, you smiled and hummed when it was appropriate. He didn't give you much time to speak.

"Here we are," he said, stopping the car and handing you a gun. "There's a lot of Caribou here?"

"Caribou?"

"You'll know it when you see it, they're hard to miss."

"Why are we hunting this thing?" you ask.

"For food, we gotta eat, don't we?" he laughed as you nodded.

You walk behind Hurk, he was telling you about the parts of the gun and how to shoot it. You had a hard time following what he was saying but he assured you it would come easy when you had to actually take the shot. You walked for a while without seeing anything more than trees but eventually, Hurk stopped you.

"There, see it?" he points towards a big animal with horns.

"That's a Caribou?" he nodded. "We're meant to kill that?" he nodded again. He really was crazy.

"Won't it attack us? With those horns?"

"What? Nah, 'course not. They ain't predators, they'll just run away."

You nodded, watching as he raised his gun. Part of you wanted to stop him from shooting the animal but he was right before, you do have to eat and you saw quite a lot of people to feed at the bunker. He shot the animal, but it didn't die.

"Shit, I missed," the animal ran off and Hurk chased it, not knowing what else to do, you ran after Hurk. Eventually, the Caribou slowed down near a lake. Hurk managed to kill it there.

"You stay here, I'll go get the truck." You turned your back to the animal, not wanting to see the corpse. The lake and trees were beautiful so you focused on them until you heard tires. You expected to see Hurk but were surprised to see three men with tattoos that said Wrath, Lust and Pride on each of them.

"What are you doing here, sinner?" One of the men asked, pulling his gun out but keeping it by his side.

"Nothing," you said, backing away, "hunting."

The men laugh at you but stop once you hear more tires, before anyone can react Hurk drives over the two men in front of you. One of the men flew over the truck while the other one is trapped underneath. The third man makes it back to his car and drove away. The man under the truck was probably already dead or at least it seemed that way since he wasn't moving or making any sound. The man who flew over the truck tries to get back up but is shot by Hurk.

"Alright, let's get that thing on the back and head off," Hurk said, lifting the animal. All you can do is watch. He just killed a man; sure he had a gun but you didn't expect Hurk to be so okay with killing two people. Even if he did kill the animal, that was different, that was to eat, this was for nothing?

"Why did you kill them?" you ask.

"Well, they're Peggies," he said, getting back into the truck after loading the corpse onto it. They're Peggies, that's the only reason. Based on what you had been told, it was Joseph that was bad, the Peggies were just brainwashed but apart from that, you hadn't heard much. What Hurk did seemed worse than just not partying or training. Adelaide did mention torture as well but if Hurk could kill a man so easily, maybe they weren't telling the whole truth or maybe they just weren't any better than the Peggies?

"You gettin' in or what?" Hurk called from the driver's seat. You didn't want to but felt you had no choice; you didn't want to be left out here.

"Where are we going?"

"Chad Wolanski, he's a cool guy but can't understand him for shit though," he said. He speeds there, explaining he doesn't want to bump into any more Peggies.

"We're here!" Hurk calls out, getting out of the truck and you hear a man grumbling. Hurk lifts the Caribou out of the truck, sort of dragging it around the house. "Hey Chad, got a new member with me."

Chad mumbles something that sounds like hello.

"Hello, I'm Dawn," it felt slightly less strange to call yourself Dawn this time.

Chad and Hurk started talking while helping each other with the meat. You weren't sure how Hurk understood what Chad was saying, only one word per sentence was said loud and semi-clear enough to make out and the rest was mumbled and jumbled together. You kept yourself preoccupied with looking at the scenery. The radio was on and started playing a song about letting the water wash away your sins, it felt familiar and you easily hummed along. It made Chad mumble something angrily to Hurk.

"I don't know, I never had the radio on," Hurk answered, also raising his voice at Chad.

"Hey," Hurk called for you, "how you know that song?"

"I don't know, it just sounds familiar somehow," you answered, unsure what the problem was, neither man said anything, just mumbled something to themselves.

"Let's head back," Hurk said, saying goodbye to Chad.

Hurk was awfully quiet while driving, you reached for the radio, tired of the silence and not knowing how to fill it. Before you could turn it on a car drove in front of yours, making Hurk have to hit the brakes.

"Whoa, shit," he said, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"Yeah," he took his belt off and picked up his gun, "fucking Peggies. Come on."

You got out of the car with him. You stayed crouching behind your open door, Hurk moving forward. It was going well for him until, "Hurk, behind you!" You yelled but he didn't react on time, a Peggie from behind him hit him on the back of his head with their gun, knocking him out. You notice it's the Peggie who escaped after Hurk ran his friends over.

"Are you going to come with us willing, sinner, or are we going to have to make you?" the one from earlier asked you.

"I'll go," you said, standing with your hands up, scared of what they'd do if you didn't go willingly since two of them had their guns pointed toward you.

"Good choice," he said, his friends putting their guns down.

#far cry 5 #john seed #joseph seed #jacob seed #faith seed #hurk drubman jr #adelaide #eli palmer #far cry 5 fanfiction #john seed x reader

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aangell333 · 7 months

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thong snatching eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz x reader 💌🌸

summary: hawk winds up stealing his crush’s panties and is suddenly overcome with panic and not a single idea what to do… until he fully realised what he’s stolen

warnings: part one? maybe? kinda pervy!hawk, male masturbation, hawk having a borderline crisis, kinda mean!hawk, typical tutor x tutee, hawk’s fantasies

END IS NOT PROOFREAD.

“eli, can I talk to you after class with y/n please?” mr palmer asked.

“uh, sure. I gotta get to karate, though, so make it quick. and it’s hawk.” hawk replied snappily. his poor science teacher sighed and shook his head as he walked away. “when are these teachers gonna learn, dude?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n?” miguel asked hawk from the seat beside him, ignoring the mohawk-ed boy’s moody grumbling.

“I’m pretty sure that out of all the kids you’ve bullied in the school, I don’t think you’ve even acknowledged her!” from the table behind, demitri cracked a joke in his dry, sarcastic humour; earning a snort from miguel and a glare from hawk.

“dude, I don’t bully girls.” hawk replied in a slight mutter.

“yes. you do.” sam replied from the table in front of him and miguel, turning in her chair.

“h-hey sam…” miguel swooned.

“since when?” hawk demanded, his face scrunching. “besides, we’re getting off-track! who’s this y/n girl?”

“that’s her.” aisha pointed over sam’s shoulder to you. hawk glanced over at you and scoffed.

“she looks like a mega nerd.” he and miguel snickered.

“she is not! don’t diss my back-up bestie like that. she’s actually super cool.” yasmine said from beside demitri.

“whatever.” hawk rolled his eyes.

truth was, hawk did know who you were. god, did he know. maybe hawk was acting like he didn’t know you, but eli was screaming inside of him at even being in the same room as you. as eli, he had had the biggest crush on you. he would be jittery everytime you were around, he would blush at the thought of you- fuck, he’d even forget about his lip around you! you had consumed his every thought since middle school. so yeah, there was a reason hawk ‘hadn’t even acknowledged you’.

so when the end of class finally rolled around and hawk found himself stood beside you in front of the teacher’s desk, he had to contain eli like a fucking animal into a cage. shoved deep down so he could act like hawk — cool, calm, collected, and super fucking hot.

“eli-“

“-hawk.” mr palmer sighed as hawk corrected him.

“you’re falling behind. your grades are falling and it’s causing your gpa to decline. we can’t have that. that’s why I’ve asked y/n here to tutor you. lucky for you, she’s said yes.” at his words, hawk’s stomach turned into a rampage of butterflies. that flew up to his throat when you threw him a warm smile. “now, as you know, there was an… incident in the library yesterday due to some… karate enthusiasts. so y/n has very kindly agreed to tutor you at her home. in her own time. do you understand?”

“b-but that’s my time too! time I could be practicing karate!” hawk exclaimed before he realised the situation. you. y/n y/l/n. eli and hawk’s long, long, long, long term crush. would be tutoring him. at his home. out of school hours. “nevermind it doesn’t matter. when do we start?”

“whenever you want.” mr palmer smiled triumphantly.

“I’m free today?” you suggested. hawk’s heart melted at your words.

“y-yeah. today is good.” he stuttered back.

“didn’t you snap at me not twenty minutes ago about having karate practice-“

“cancelled. I’m completely free.” hawk melted even more as you beamed at him.

“great. wanna go now?” at your words, hawk could only deftly nod. “great!”

god, eli had only ever dreamed of being in your room. it was a perfect reflection of you. in every way.

“sorry it’s a little messy,” you laughed sheepishly as you picked up a few things off of the floor. but he didn’t care about any form mess at all. “still definitely no to a drink? or anything to eat?”

“I’m fine, honestly. thank you, though.” he said, placing his bag on your bed and standing almost awkwardly. he watched as you placed your bag on your desk and began unpacking folders and books.

“so, what would you like to focus on first?” you asked, your back still to him. hawk couldn’t help but glance at your jean-clad ass, a smirk crawling onto his lips.

“uh, anything you want to really,” he replied, his eyes unable to drag away from the sight before him.

“I was thinking start from the beginning? and I just talk you through it? you can make me stop or start again whenever you like.” he couldn’t help but smile as you turned around with the big science textbook in your hands. he nodded.

“sure. sounds good to me.” his heart melted further at the sight of your relieved smile. you were obviously glad your taking charge hadn’t upset the temperamental boy.

you turned back around and began setting stuff up.

“you sit in this chair-“ you pointed to the plush desk chair beside you. “- i’ll go grab one for me.”

you walked out of the room and eli looked around. a small hamper in the corner of the room caught his eye and he smirked as he imagined the contents. he heard your footsteps descending the staircase and decided it couldn’t hurt to peek. and that’s what he did.

cracking the lid open, he was pleasantly surprised by how a black, cotton thong sat on top of your worn clothes. he smirked.

he hadn’t meant to snatch it, but he had picked it up and had to contain a groan at the sight of white streaks where your cunt had rubbed against it for an entire day; you must’ve been needy that day. and when he had heard your footsteps coming back up, he only had one thought in his empty mind.

hide it.

so he had stuffed the panties into one of the unassuming pockets of his cargo pants and headed out of the door.

“hey, do you need help with that chair?” he chuckled.

he sat on his bed, his hands shaking and eyes wide. why the fuck had he gone and snatched the poor girl’s panties? he cursed himself for his horny thoughts.

he turned the skimpy fabric over in his hands and his breath hitched when he caught another sight of those white streaks. going out on a whim, an unsure one at that, he brought the cotten closer to his face and took a smell.

fuck.

how does someone’s cunt smell so good?

he felt his half-hard cock twitch in his boxers. he took another sniff, this time inhaling harder. his eyes rolled back as your most intimate scent invaded his senses and he couldn’t help palming himself through his cargos.

he wiggled his hand into his cargos and palmed himself through his boxers. he felt too constrained. he shimmied off his cargos and chucked them aside before reaching into his boxers and grabbing his hardening cock.

inhaling again, he began stroking. nice and slowly. he ran his thumb over his slit and the thighs in his muscles briefly clenched. he spat into his hand before resuming his strokes, soon building up speed.

he’d never felt this way about a girl. so fucking horny and desperate that he steals her dirty panties to jerk off to. but, alas, that was what he was doing. he jerked his fist harder, his hips bucking as he pressed the fabric to his nose and tried to suppress his moans. you just smelt so good, it was intoxicating.

he pictured you, studying away at your desk in your cute room with a cute little frown on your face, completely oblivious to his perverted actions. he squeezed his dick slightly and moaned at the feeling, imagining it was you clenching around him. his thoughts wandered to fucking you. having you under him, on top of him, in front of him and bent in two as he pounded into you from behind.

he wanted you in every way possible.

if fate should allow it, he thought.

but his mind soon wandered back to the wildly inappropriate thoughts of you sucking him, licking him, riding him, anything where he was inside of you. and god it made his dick strain.

his release hit him before he could register it, the only thing his mind acknowledging being your scent in his nose and fogging up his mind like a mirror after a hot shower.

his cum leaked through his boxers, staining them a dark shade of grey. he cursed himself as post-nut clarity washed over him.

and he vowed to slip you your panties back during your next study session…

…after he’d taken them for another few spins.

#x reader #smut #hawk x reader #hawk x reader smut #hawk #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader

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elias andersen goes to philly , frederik andersen

note, this was a shower thought. that's the tweet. i know g is no longer with the flyers (insert saddest face in the entire world), but for this fic, just imagine he's still with them. this fic is part of the "andersen adventures" series, so check out this masterlist for more. pair, frederik andersen x reader summary, y/n and elias travel to philly with freddie to visit their new friend, gavin. warnings, children/kids, mentions of pregnancy word count, 1467 words

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"And when you get there..."

"This isn't my first time on a plane ever."

"I know, but it is your first one with Eli."

"I'll be fine." You reassured, "Just pack your bag." You pushed him towards his open suitcase that had yet to be filled.

Since the All-Star game, Elias and Gavin had been talking non-stop. You and Ryanne set up virtual playdates, you sent Valentine's to each other through the mail,

So, now, after about a month of planning and talking, you decided to go down to Philadelphia to visit, and it was perfect timing since the Canes were playing the Flyers.

The next day, you were both set to fly to Philadelphia, on different flights obviously.

You woke up the next morning and sent Freddie off with a smile and lots of kisses from you, Elias, and Jasper. You waved, looking down at Elias who was copying our actions.

"Bye." Elias waved.

"Bye." Freddie laughed, kissing his cheek, then kissing you, "See you soon."

"See you soon."

After a long but short flight, you were finally in Philly. Elias was wide-awake the entire flight and found ways to entertain himself but you could tell in the last 10 minutes he was getting antsy.

"If I put you down, do you promise not to run away?" Elias nodded his head excitedly.

Against your better judgment, you set Elias down and he sprinted away. You let out a groan, running after him. You caught up to him and decided to hold him.

You grabbed your luggage and made your way out to the front of the airport. You occupied Elias with your phone as you waited for the Giroux's to arrive.

"Hey, hey, Eli, look." You grabbed his attention, pointing to the car that was pulling up.

Elias glanced into the open window of the backseat and his whole face lit up when he saw Gavin. Gavin's face lit up and he kicked his legs.

You opened the door and let Elias climb in as Ryanne rounded around the car and pulled you into a hug, "It's so good to see you again."

"You, too." You hummed.

"Hope the flight wasn't too bad."

"Flight was good. I think both me and Elias are happy to be on the ground again." You laughed.

She laughed, "Well, I'll drop by the hotel so you can drop off your stuff, then we can figure out a plan."

You sat on the park bench and watched Gavin and Elias run around together. Ryanne had run back to the car to change Palmer so you watched as Elias went down the slide, laughing as Gavin landed on his legs.

You smiled, "Oh, I know that look." Ryanne hummed, making her way back over to the spot she once occupied next to you.

"What look?"

"The "I'm ready for baby #2" look." She told you, to which you only laughed, "That wasn't a no."

"We haven't talked about it yet." She squeled.

"Another baby! Oh, my gosh, and Baby A and P are gonna be best friends." She declared.

"We have to have the baby first, Ry." You laughed.

"I'm so excited for you." She hugged you.

"We haven't done anything yet." You hugged her back with a laugh

That night, after a fun-filled day, Gavin and Elias were both out before you even pulled up in front of your hotel. You said your goodbyes, with promises of seeing each other before the game the next day, then carefully for Elias out of his car seat.

Elias, surprisingly, stayed asleep the entire way up to the hotel room. You got him changed into his pajamas and tucked him into the travel crib.

Freddie got home right as a new movie started playing. He stripped off his jacket, laid it on the chair, caught a peek of Elias asleep in the crib then laid down next to you on the bed, "How was the flight?" He asked.

"No screaming, no crying. He almost ran away. It wasn't too bad."

"No crying?"

"He fell asleep during take-off and landing. Maybe that's why?" You shrugged.

"Did he have fun?" You nodded.

Freddie started talking to you about his day, but you were already halfway asleep, "Shh, we can talk tomorrow." You yawned.

"All right, we'll talk tomorrow." He kissed your head and reached over to turn the TV off.

The next morning, Freddie left early to pick up breakfast and came back, eating the cafe pastries in silence. The first, unsurprisingly, to wake up was Elias.

"Good morning." Freddie picked him up and cradled him to his chest.

"Mama?" He asked.

"Mama's still sleeping," Freddie told him. Elias whined, his eyes going wide, "No, no, you're okay. Look, she's right over there." He pointed, turning so Elias could see you.

Elias calmed down and leaned his head on Freddie's shoulder, wiping his eyes and letting out a yawn, "Come on, you want some breakfast?" That seemed to get Elias' attention.

A little later, Elias was awake and playing on the ground when you finally started to wake up. When he saw you move, he popped up and wobbled over to the edge of the bed.

"Mama?" He poked you in the back.

You hummed, stretching before turning around to face him. You reached over and wiped a crumb off the side of the mouth, "Play?"

"Let mom have some breakfast." Freddie picked up Elias and set him on the bed. Elias climbed into your lap and wrapped his arms around your neck.

"I'll have breakfast later, it's cuddle time." You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of Elias in your arms.

You straightened out Elias' '31' beanie as you waited for Ryanne to pick you up, "Are you ready to see daddy?" Elias nodded.

"Chicken?"

"You want chicken tenders?" Elias nodded again, running his hand over the bedazzled 31 on the sleeve of your jacket.

"We'll see." You laughed, kissing his head as you spotted the car pulling up.

Ryanne rolled down and window and laughed when she saw your jacket, "Nice jacket."

"Thanks, gotta represent." You spun around with a laugh before buckling Elias into the booster you brought in the backseat.

You followed Ryanne through the arena, pointing out cool things to Elias as you passed. He had his big headphones on so you couldn't tell how well he could hear, but he looked around at everything.

You, of course, had to make a pit stop in front of the glass.

Freddie spotted you standing by the glass and skated over immediately. Elias grinned, slapping his hands against the glass. He waved, blowing an exaggerated kiss. Elias copied his actions the best he could and laughed.

You waved as he skated backward to get back to practice. He waved one last time and then took his place in front of the net.

After warm-ups, you took your seats and got Elias his chicken. He enjoyed his chicken and barely paid any attention to the game because he was too busy playing with Gavin.

After the game, instead of going with Ryanne who was going to the home locker rooms, you opted to walk over to the visitor team's locker room to wait for Freddie.

The guys started to pile out of the room and spotted you easily. They greeted Elias, a few stopping by to make jokes with him. When Freddie finally came out, Elias wiggled, wanting to be put down.

"All right, all right." You set him down and he ran over to Freddie as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Freddie kissed his head and carried Elias in one arm and his bags in the other.

On your way out to the Giroux car, you ran into Gritty who was entertaining Gavin. Elias whimpered and his head in Freddie's neck.

"Not big Gritty fans, eh?" Claude asked.

"Not really." You shook your head with a smile.

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canesfan she looks so good! 😍

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A few days after you got back from your trip, Ryanne's words echoed in your head. Another baby? Were you ready for another baby? Did you want another baby?

"You okay?" Freddie asked, breaking you out of your trance.

"Yeah, I'm great." You nodded, getting back to the task of laundry.

"You sure?"

"Do you want another baby?" You blurted out.

"Do I want another baby?" He repeated.

"Yeah." You nodded.

He hesitated, the wheels inside his head-turning quickly as he tried to comprehend what you just said, "A baby?"

"Yeah." You repeated.

He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, looking up at you, "I do." He stated.

"You do?"

"I do." He nodded.

A smile broke out on your face, "Another baby."

"Another baby." He beamed, pulling you into a hug.

a few months later...

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canes congrats! ❤️🖤

ryannegiroux p’s so excited to meet his new friend 🥹

↳ ynandersen ry 🥺 you’re gonna make me cry 😭

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leafsfan I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOUR GUYS!!!

ryannegiroux I CALLED THIS MONTHS AGO!!

caneswags ELI’S GONNA BE A BIG BROTHER 😭

sydneyemartin can’t wait to meet them ❤️

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acradelius · 2 years

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Acradelius "Kinktober" (2022) Masterlist!

(posted from mobile, sorry for the weird format)

As stated above, this is my current Masterlist for this year's Kinktober writing event! Now, because this is my first year participating in Kinktober it's not going to be exactly like the usual Kinktober type of posts. Down below you can find the fandoms and characters that I'm going to be writing about, and then possibly what the story is going to be featuring or focused around. Some are to be determined, as I'm not sure what exactly to write about them. Suggestions are welcome!

(IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ!)

- For those who have noticed, I do have Offenderman from the Creepypasta fandom in this list. I DO NOT USE THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT OF OFFENDERMAN! The version of Offenderman that I use is from my own Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU where he is a hopeless romantic, he's not in any way his original concept.

- Similar to the point above, The Operator from Marble Hornets is also on this list. I'm not necessarily using the original concept of it/him, more using my own version of him from my Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU. In this case, yes it/he does resemble Slenderman, but The Operator is more of a parasitic mimic creature that's looking to manipulate and corrupt other beings in order to gain power.

#1 - (Love, Death + Robots) Alpha!Decker x Alpha!Sobieski x Omega!Reader - [Knotting, Mating]

#2 - (Creepypasta) Slenderman - [Spouse Brat Taming?]

#3 - (General) Demon - [TBD]

#4 - (Love, Death + Robots) Sui - [TBD]

#5 - (Creepypasta) Offender - [Simp, Worship]

#6 - (General) Orc - [Mutual Hookup]

#7 - (Far Cry 5) John Seed - [Confessions]

#8 - (Creepypasta) Lui/Sully - [Jealousy, Competition]

#9 - (Mass Effect) Thane Krios - [Cum Competition, Rivalry]

#10 - (SCP) SCP-106 - [TBD]

#11 - (Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU) "The Operator" - [Corruption]

#12 - (Mass Effect) Urdnot Wrex - [Unrequited Love, Hookup]

#13 - (Dead Space) Regenerator -[Submission Through Overstimulation]

#14 - (SCP) SCP-035 - [Manipulation]

#15 - (Creepypasta) The Bloody Painter - [Love and Paint Birthday Sex]

#16 - (Predator) Yautja - [TBD]

#17 - (Resident Evil) Mr. X - [Sex Replacement]

#18 - (The Evil Within 2) Stefano Valentini - [Looping Sex/Orgasm, Overstimulation]

#19 - (Far Cry 5) Jacob Seed - [Breeding]

#20 - (Dead By Daylight) Oni - [TBD]

#21 - (Mass Effect) Javik - [Breeding, Species Preservation]

#22 - (Mass Effect) Grunt - [Congratulations Sex or "Glad You're Alive" Sex]

#23 - (SCP) SCP-049 - [TBD]

#24 - (Crypt TV) Look-See - [TBD]

#25 - (Far Cry 5) Eli Palmer - (Cucking)

#26 - (Creepypasta) Codi - [Experimental Drugs, Aphrodisiac]

#27 - (Resident Evil) Tyrant 008/013/016 - (Breeding Experiment, Gangbang)

#28 - (Far Cry 5) Joseph Seed - [Vanilla Sex, Praise, Religious Talk]

#29 - (Mass Effect) Garrus Vakarian - [Friends With Benefits, "Cheating"]

#30 - (Resident Evil or Dead By Daylight) Nemesis - [TBD]

#31 - (Mass Effect) Saren Arterius - [Indoctrination, Manipulation]

#acradelius talks #kinktober #lemon rating #x reader #mass effect #creepypasta #marble hornets #love death and robots #far cry 5 #scp #resident evil

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hoesephseed · 3 years

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Final Trial

Word Count: 1311

Pairing: Eli Palmer x Reader

Warning: Angst, cult violence, killing

Summary: Reader wants to go look for a missing deputy but Eli doesn't think it safe.

based on a prompt I never got around to post but thank you @sinfuels 💖 for reading over this and encouraging me to continue it with a part 2

AO3

Everyone who was inside the Wolf’s Den at this very moment remained quiet. The bunker had become extremely quiet as you both started arguing over what you could and couldn’t do. No one dared question your logic or his but something had to be done.

To you, it felt like you were the only one willing to risk your life for it.

The arguing escalated further as the limited time you all had to look for the deputy was running out. This wasn’t the first time the deputy had gone missing in the area and they feared this might be the last time they could do something about it.

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!” He was angry with you now and was clearly showing it. He stood behind the table, palms of his hands placed down as he tried to get you to listen.

"You want me to stay here? I haven’t left since the reaping began... I can find the deputy and help them.” You almost screamed back at him. You stood on the opposite side of the table, in front of him, trying to control your frustration.

“I know you can… (Y/N), you know very well what Jacob would do to you if he captures you. I have my reasons. Someone else can locate the deputy and bring them here.” He is a lot calmer now, trying to reason with you. He knows you are stubborn and it wouldn’t be so easy to reason with you.

“Someone else?” You knew someone else wouldn’t go, not now when Jacob had his hunters out looking and his new threats. “I’m not scared of Jacob or his soldiers… “

It had been a couple of hours since Dutch had lost contact with the deputy and everyone in the resistance was beginning to worry. Someone had to go out looking but no one was stupid enough to do that, well except for you. You hated the Seeds and would do anything to help take them down. Maybe even going behind your partner’s back.

“You’ve seen what he does to those that go missing. I don’t want you to end up that way!”

“I know these mountains better than anyone here, it won’t happen.” You tried to counter argue.

He stared at you, eyes full of concern. Nothing he could possibly say to you would change your mind. You knew he loved you and it was why he was arguing about your decision.

“What if he has them already?” He asks. You knew as well as him, that nothing could be done if Jacob had captured them already. You looked away, starting to pace back and forth as you tried to find a solution to his question.

“(Y/N), I want to find them as much as you. The deputy has done so much for us but…” You stop your pacing to look at him.

“I don’t think they are dead,” you whispered. Everyone including yourself had reason to believe Jacob would kill the deputy. They had escaped a couple of times and destroyed enough properties to no longer be tolerated by him or his siblings.

“The deputy isn’t dead!” Wheaty who had remained quiet since the fight started interrupted. He was right and you were glad to have someone taking your side.

“We know Jacob has been doing experiments on people. What if…”

“You really think the deputy would give up so easily?” You questioned him.

“I never said they would, (y/n), we know what Jacob is capable of.” He remains calm, trying a different approach with you. That only made you angrier with him.

“That’s exactly why we need to go out and find them!” You yell back.

“That’s exactly why we don’t…” He stood up, arms crossed in front of him. You stare at him in disbelief, unable to process what you just heard.

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You laid in your cot angry with everything that was happening but especially with Eli. It filled you with rage to be told what you could and couldn’t do. Eli cared and you understood that, it’s why you love him. Something was telling you that you needed to go out and help the only person, who was willing to risk so much. You knew the deputy was in danger and that made you uneasy.

You wanted to leave, other than Eli and his fear, nothing else was stopping you from finding a way. Eli had made it clear to everyone to stay on high alert and to make sure no one leaves or comes in without authorization. Of course not he felt the need to control everyone in the Wolf’s Den. Eli had made it clear and had made sure everyone made sure you didn’t leave. That didn’t mean you couldn’t leave find a way to leave.

The couple of hours you had remained alone in the small room hadn’t help much. Your argument that morning didn’t help at all. The free time to think was starting to eat at you, itching for a distraction.

A loud bang was heard outside. You don’t think much of it as your eyes remain on the wall until you hear another loud noise. You remain still trying to figure out what it was, too stubborn to go look. The sound of gunshots that followed quickly caught your attention, quickly getting up and grabbing your pistol. With your gun in hand, you move to place your ear on the door, trying to listen to what was happening.

Loud music was playing, making it hard to hear what was happening. Another gunshot can be heard after a few seconds. Your heart starts pumping fast as you start to panic at what could possibly be happening. Eli was right and it would only be a matter of time before Jacob found them.

Swallowing your pride and not thinking much you quickly open the door. Matt’s body laid in front of the door, you tried to help him but he was already gone. You start to fear the worse hoping it wasn’t too late.

You raised your gun, moving quickly to find Eli. Your vision started to blur as you found more bodies on the floor. Eyes filling with tears as you see the people you know and love die in such a cruel way.

“It’s the deputy!” You heard someone yell before they screamed out in pain.

You turn in that direction, not knowing if you should be relieved or terrified. Impulsively you run to where you knew Eli might be. You call out to him, hoping he could hear you over the loud song being played.

More shouting can be heard along with the gunfire. It was an ambush and you had all stayed there unprepared, even though you all knew it could happen. Your mind tried to quickly understand how Jacob found you all. No one had ever told him the location and the only person to know that was out is the deputy.

You remember what Tammy had said when the deputy was first brought. Jacob could have done something to them like he always did to everyone else. The realization made tears stream down your face. With your gun pointing, finger on the trigger you yell for Eli.

You follow the trail of dead bodies, running through what appeared to be a maze. The deputy was in front of you, gun drawn pointing at Eli. It all happened so fast, the deputy couldn’t be trusted and you knew that now. You yell to warn Eli, his eyes meet yours as you quickly aim and shoot the deputy.

“Eli!” You cry out, heart almost bursting through your chest as he falls back at the same time as the deputy. You burst out in tears, afraid that you were too late.

#eli palmer x reader #eli palmer #fc5 #biggie's writing

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agender-wolfie · 2 years

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We need more gn!readers. There’s so many female ones and it’s kind of hard to stay in the story when you’re constantly having to change the gender, etc.

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musings-of-a-lovesick-fool · 2 years

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Yay! There’s hardly any for him 😅

Could you write an Eli Palmer x GN!reader (pre relationship) where the reader gets hurt and Eli is worried and patches them up? (And possibly confessions? Up to you

I went with a more low stakes kind of vibe for this one, Eli really activates the mushy fluff side of my brain. Had tons of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it!

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence, animal attack, animal death

Words: 4, 081

"Where it began, I can't begin to know.

But then I know it's growing strong,

Was in the spring,

And spring became the summer.

Who'd have believed you'd come along."

You grunt, your foot slipping thanks to loose rocks and chest slamming into the side of the mountains as you try to regain your footing. The sun beats down on your back, your gloved hands digging into the uncomfortably warm stone as you drag yourself back up and dig your foot into a new hold.

"You alright down there deputy?"

Eli calls down and you look up to see him watching you over his shoulder, confident enough to lean away from the mountain face and check on the rope securing you two together. You weren't a fan of heights and you definitely were not a fan of grappling up the side of a mountain; yet here you were. All because you couldn't say no to Eli and his stupid pretty blue eyes.

"I'm fine, keep movin'!" You shoot back, ready to be in that cave you were both heading too already. Apparently a member of the Whitetails had left something in a prepper stash, something Eli needed for one of their rescue missions. You had been surprised when he said he was going to join you when you went to retrieve it, he normally stayed in the Wolf's Den to keep an eye on everything after all and it's not like you hadn't done something like this for him before.

You'd been spending more time with the militia leader and you'd grown pretty fond of him; he'd grown pretty fond of you too. You had a hard time shaking the thought it was just because you were an important asset though, you accomplished what a lot of his people couldn't; you were a one person army like so many people liked to say. That's not how you'd describe yourself but you didn't care enough to fight it, whatever people wanted to believe was their own business. Even if the pedestal you were being held on felt more like a prison most days; Eli made it easier to deal with.

You climb up to a ledge, Eli holding his hand out to you and pulling you up. Your boot meets the flat ground and your chest knocks into Eli's, grabbing onto his shoulder as you steady yourself. You both lock eyes for a moment before turning away and clearing your throats, you adjust the hat on your head as you lean back; patting his shoulder in a silent thanks as he steps back.

"It's not much further up," He says, walking to the right and throwing the grapple up into the air. You watch it catch and go taught as Eli tugs on it experimentally. You keep your eyes glued to the wall and walk up, letting Eli climb up first.

You'd set up a sort of base camp at the Wolf's Den since meeting Eli, beforehand you'd scurry back to Dutch's bunker when you needed to let the fires you'd set die out or somewhere to rest while a particularly bad injury healed. But now you'd go to Eli, drag yourself battered and bruised to the opening of the Wolf's Den and without fail he'd be there. Arms open and ready to catch you and pull you inside; he was definitely more attentive than Dutch that was for damn sure.

You'd even just spend time there for the sole reason of talking to Eli, learning more about him, telling him about yourself; the sort of getting to know each other chats that were found few and far between in a cult takeover. It was nice to have a sliver of normalcy in this crazy situation you had all been thrown in. It was nice having Eli.

Eli pulls you up into the mouth of the cave and you avoid crashing into him this time, hand on his chest as you right yourself. You look over his shoulder and peer into the cave, you could see him watching you in your peripheral vision but once you look at him his eyes flutter away and he turns to also examine the dark cave.

"Should be up ahead, Wheaty drew up a map," He mutters, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and opening it to reveal a crudely drawn map of the cave. You snort gently and Eli smiles, shaking his head as he runs his finger along the highlighted path on the map. He motions for you to follow him with a nod of his head and you do, staying hot on his heels and withdrawing your .44 magnum from its holster; readying yourself for any unwanted company.

There weren't many people in the County you considered friends let alone a close friend, especially not since the reaping. You couldn't remember a time you'd been this paranoid. But with Eli you weren't worried, you never questioned if he'd have a dagger at your back once you turned around. Despite your paths crossing under less than happy circumstances you were glad you'd met him and you were proud to call him a friend. Even if, really, he was much more than that to you.

Eli holds up a hand and you pause, he ducks down low and you follow suit, aiming your gun up ahead and catching sight of what he was looking at. A cougar was happily ripping into a corpse of what looked like an angel, you wince at the sound of skin tearing and the sight of fresh blood coating the cougar's fur. Eli makes a gesture for you to take it out and you line up your shot, holding your breath as you pull the trigger.

The shot rings through the air and is quickly followed by the pained howl from the animal, your heart twists but you shake off the remorse as it violently throws itself back scratches at its head. You follow it with your magnum, walking past Eli as you take two more shots at it. There was bliss in the cave, you could smell it; see it floating through the air in a fine mist. You were sure chowing down on angel's also had some side effects as the cougar bares its bloodied teeth at you and screeches at you viciously.

It jumps forward much faster than a wounded animal should be able to and if it weren't for a hand on your shoulder pulling you to the side you were sure it would have taken your face with it. You grunt as you land on your side, eli half on top of you as his head whips around to watch the cougar collide with the rocky wall. He's quick to grab your gun and land the killshot, the cougar falling limp only a foot away from you.

Eli lets out the breath he was holding and hangs his head, chest heaving as he shakes his head. You can't help but laugh lightly, letting your head fall back as your heartbeat rings in your eardrums. Eli joins your gentle laughter but his quickly dies as you reach your hand up grab your hat; he grabs hold of your forearm and you shoot him a confused look.

You twist your arm and lift your head, cursing as you catch sight of blood trickling down from a fairly large gash.

"Fuck," you huff in annoyance, the adrenaline coursing through you kept you from feeling it but from the look of it you knew you were really going to be feeling it soon.

"Good news is it doesn't look like it'll need stitches, bad news is you're probably gonna have a tough time climbing back down the mountain," Eli says, eyebrows knit together in concern as he examines the wound. You scoff and he shoots you a sympathetic smile, grabbing into your other arm and helping you back onto your feet.

"There should be a medkit in the stash, i'll wrap that up before we get going," Eli keeps his hand on your arm as you walk forward and you refrain from commenting on it. Your legs were fine but having Eli's hand on you was never something you'd complain about. You could see in the way he kept glancing down at your arm and his more hurried steps that he was worried, not that this was the worst injury you'd ever had. You appreciated the concern.

It was funny, you muse, remembering the last time you showed up the Wolf's Den battered and bruised after a particularly bad run in with Jacob's chosen. Wheaty had made a point to tell you how freaked out Eli had been, despite how he kept it cool in front of you as soon as you were out of earshot it was as if Eli became a headless chicken running around. Apparently; that was how Wheaty described it. You wondered if he was freaking out now, guiding you through the dark with a gentle hand holding onto you.

It was always endearing to you how caring he managed to be, one would think after everything he'd been through he'd be bitter and distrustful. He had every right to be. But no, not your Eli. He was kind and welcomed everyone with open arms; even if that meant he was exposed to danger, he took that risk. You admired that about him and wondered if your jaded soul could be more like his one day, when all of this was over and you didn't have to worry about being gunned down at every turn.

"Here we go, atta boy Wheaty," Eli mutters under his breath as the stash comes into view and you can't help but smile at the pride in his voice. You seconded that praise and made a mental note to scout out another record for Wheaty soon, he deserved it after all the hard work he'd been doing.

The stash isn't big and looks like a makeshift camp; you run your eyes over the sleeping bag, small fire and crates arranged haphazardly alongside a duffel bag tucked away in the far back of the cave unimpressed. Your arm stings a small bit and you drag a deep breath in through your nose, lifting your arm to inspect it again. It was still bleeding and Eli hovers over you to look at it again, his worry more clear in his face as an unsettled hum rumbles in his chest.

Eli jogs over the stash and leans over the crates, leaning down before coming back up and holding up a medkit with a smile on his face and you bow your head with a small smile of your own.

"My hero," You murmur, walking over and sitting on one of the crates as Eli flips open the medkit. He's gentle as he takes your arm in his hands, apologising as he pours the disinfectant over your arm. Pain shoots through your nerves and you hiss through your clenched teeth, ducking your head down and digging your nails into the wooden crate.

He wipes the blood away with a rag and starts wrapping the bandages around your arm. He's efficient yet tender, being careful not to pull the bandages too tight. He ties it off and you glance down at it, blood was already seeping through the white material but that was to be expected.

"I'll take another look at it when we get back to the Wolf's Den, clean it up properly,"

"You don't have too,"

"I want to—can't have it getting infected," He says firmly and by the way his blue eyes stare into yours you know there's no making him budge. You smile warmly up at him and shrug your shoulders in surrender.

"You're the boss," You tease, watching as Eli's stern expression melts away into something more bashful. He ducks his head, a sigh escaping him as he heaves himself up.

"And you're gonna be the death of me," He chuckles, walking over to the duffel bag and kneeling down to unzip it. You watch his back with a mirthful grin, running your hand over the bandage on your arm and pushing yourself up. You walk over to him and look over his shoulder into the bag, watching as he pulls out a small black book. Eli opens it and flicks through the pages, lists of names, routes and times were jotted down and you furrow your brows as you try to make sense of it.

"That what we came here for?" You ask, stepping back as Eli stands and turns to you.

"Yep, we've been staking this place out for months now but haven't got a clue what's going on inside; this tells us exactly how many peggies are gonna be in there waiting for us," Eli says, waving the book between you both triumphantly. You nod, eyeing it curiously.

"How'd your guy get it though? You sure it's legit and not a set up?" You question and Eli shakes his head, waving his other hand in the air as if to swat away the idea.

"I'm sure—He nearly lost his head getting this from one of Jacob's chosen; barely made it out, had teams coming after him for miles before we swept in and got him back to the Wolf's Den," Eli explains, tone confident as he stuffs the book away in his pocket. If Eli was sure then you had no reason not to believe him so you let it go.

"Let's head back, Tammy will be happy we found this,"

"Bet she will,"

Eli was right about getting down the mountain, being one arm down made it incredibly difficult. Somehow having Eli pressed against you as he helped you down the whole way made it twice as difficult. It was embarrassing how flustered you felt, having his arms on either side of you and his chest pressed into your back as he guided you down the rock face. Even just thinking about it had your heart in your throat and you cursed the organ for acting against your will.

Even now as you trekked through the woods, hot on Eli's trail, your skin is a few degrees warmer than normal and the ringling of your skin where he brushed against you is almost enough to distract from the throbbing pain in your forearm. The tips of Eli's ears are bright red and you were sure if you caught a glimpse of his face it would be similar, you wanted to laugh about it. You were two grown adults unable to handle a bit of contact.

If it had been anyone else you would have been fine, you knew that it was just because it was the dear militia leader that you were feeling hot under the collar about it. And you had a nagging suspicion it would have been the same for Eli but you tried not to dwell on that thought for too long; lest you start feeling bold the next time he's that close to you.

You'd made a point to remind yourself Eli was your friend and pseudo-coworker first and foremost and anything else couldn't really be possible while this doomsday cult was running amok. But of course you'd played with the idea of where it could go after they were dealt with, perhaps a bit too often…

Eli paused and turned to look at you and you realised you'd made it to the Wolf's Den, he holds an arm out, motioning for you to go in ahead of him. You can't help but smile as you pass him.

He was red as a cherry.

You duck your head and brace yourself on the wall, carefully making your way down the stairs and into the place you'd made your temporary home. Your boots slap against the concrete floor and you walk past the stocked shelves with Eli right behind you, your eyes trained on the flag hung up on the wall ahead of you. You turn left, nodding to Tammy as you enter what you had dubbed the surveillance room. She offers you a tight smile, it's polite but there's no warmth to it.

She was still hesitant about you being there, especially after your second unwilling visit to the veteran's centre. You turn on your heel and make your way over to Wheaty, whose eyes lit up the moment he saw you.

"Hey dep—woah, what happened to your arm?" He cuts his own greeting off as he spots your bandaged arm, leaning over the table to get a better look at it.

"Cougar," You lift of your arm, twisting it around and grimacing. The pain had definitely set in now and you were sure sleeping was gonna be less than fun.

"Damn deputy, you must be like catnip with the amount of those things that go after you," Wheaty grins playfully at you and you roll your eyes.

"What can I say Wheaty, i'm irrisistable to cats and men who don't bathe,"

Wheaty snorts, giggling as you walk past and head right. You can hear Tammy and Eli talking about the book as you leave the room, the zealous tone in Tammy's voice proving Eli was right about her being happy to finally have it in their hands. You walk to the end of the hall and head into the makeshift living area, you swivel and fall back onto the couch with a small sigh and close your eyes, cradling your injured arm over your stomach.

You can hear Tammy raising her voice and Eli's more muffled words following after, you assumed Tammy was pushing to go in as soon as possible and knowing Eli he probably wanted to wait a bit longer. You weren't one to meddle so you stayed put, pulling your hat over your eyes and getting comfy. After a few moments you feel yourself dozing off a small bit, the hum of the music Wheaty was playing and the sound of muffled voices almost fully lulling you to sleep.

You hear footsteps come up the hall and pause at the doorway, you can't be bothered to look up and see who it is. You hear a gentle sigh and those footsteps walk past the couch, you hear some shuffling by the bunk bed in the corner before those footsteps coke back around to your side. Eli calls out your name in a hushed tone and you feel a warmth bloom in your chest, it was very few and far between you got to hear anyone say your name; especially with the amount of care he said it with.

You push your hat up with your thumb and squint up at him. His form is blocking the light hanging from the ceiling and he offers a gentle smile as you meet his eyes.

"Can I take a look?" He asks, pointing to your arm and you take note that in his other hand is a much heftier medkit. You can't help but smile and push yourself up, giving Eli room to sit as you obediently hold your arm out to him. He takes a seat and starts unwrapping the bandage, it hurts like hell and you bite down on your tongue as it clings to the wound. He winces himself, mutters an apology under his breath and tosses the bloodied bandage to the side.

"The bleeding stopped, that's good," He notes, more to himself as he gently turns your arm in his hands. You spared a glance at the gash and turned your eyes away at the sight of congealed blood, it was a good sign but damn was it gross to look at. Eli unlatches the medkit and gets out a heftier disinfectant, this time pouring it onto a clean rag instead of straight onto the wound.

He dabs away at the gash gently, it stings but it's nothing you can't handle. You watch his face, eyes trained on your wound as he gently cleans it up. You can't count the amount of times you'd been on this couch with him now, how many times he'd taken care of you like this.

"Thanks for coming with me, sorry you got hurt because of it," Eli cuts into your train of thought, glancing up at you and ducking his head back down as he realised you were watching him intently. You smile gently, resting your head against the back of the couch.

"Oh so I went with you? Thought it was the other way around," You joke lightly, Eli chuckling as you knock your knee against his gently.

"This is nothing and could have been worse if you weren't there so don't worry about it," You say dismissively, waving your free hand as Eli grabs a new bandage and starts wrapping it around your forearm.

"Can't help it, I always worry about you," Eli's voice is dripping with honesty and you watch as his eyes flick up at you and back down to your arm. You feel your own breath catch in your throat at the words, so innocent yet drenched in a double meaning you were hoping you weren't making up in your head. Eli was good at a lot of things, being direct with feelings seemed to be an entirely different ballpark and you weren't guilt free either; if you had the balls you would have told Eli how you felt the second you caught wind of your feelings for him.

But you two had been dancing around it and each other for months now, at least it felt like it. Even back at the stash, when you were finally on solid ground again his hands had lingered on your waist and he'd looked like he wanted to say something. But he didn't and neither did you.

"... Is that so?" You ask hesitantly, watching him wrap the bandage much slower than he needed too.

"Fuck—You know dep… I keep telling myself it's not the right time but I don't think there's gonna be a right time, we could still be fighting the Seeds this time next year for all we know," Eli rants a small bit, unable to meet your eyes as he carefully tapes the badage down. Tossing the remaining bandage in the medkit as you stare at him, white noise in your ears as you try to process what he was really saying.

"What are you goin' on about Eli?" You breathe out, expression lost as he meets your eyes.

"I knew, from the second Wheaty and I found you, that you were gonna be important. That you were gonna change this whole game we've been stuck in—I didn't know you were gonna be important to me too, I don't know what I'd do if we lost you… If I lost you," He continues passionately, getting quieter as he gets lost in his own thoughts. You're a bit shocked but a spark of hope flutters around in your chest as you duck your head down, trying to get his eyes back on you.

"You're important to me too Eli and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, made you a promise remember?" You attempt to reassure him, a gentle smile on your face as you place a hand over his.

"I remember… But that was before…" he trails off and shakes his head, "Taking Eden's Gate down is top priority that hasn't changed but I don't want to lose you in the process, if it ever gets too bad I want you to turn heel and come back to me," his words are firm and he takes hold of your hand in both of his. His eyes are desperate as he leans closer and a fleeting thought of meeting him in the middle and doing what you'd thought about far too often races across your jumbled mind.

"I always come back to you don't I?" You mutter, tearing your gaze away from those chapped lips and getting lost in those sky blue eyes.

"And i'll always be here waitin' for you,"

Your heart can barely take it as he reaches a hand up to hold the back of your neck, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple as your eyes flutter closed. It was as close to an I love you as either of you could manage right now and honestly; it was more than enough for you.

#Far Cry 5 #eli palmer x reader #eli palmer x gender neutral!reader #Oneshot Tag #GN!Reader Tag #I hope you like the end as much as I do. saying I love you without saying it always makes me lose my mind so

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zizzlekwum · 4 years

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

#Eli Palmer #eli palmer x reader #i love eli #eli palmer x deputy #far cry 5

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princess-underthemountain · 4 years

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I was tagged by @starsandskies! Thank you, lovely! 💕

Name: Ladybug on here, and I’m known as ValkyrieIsabella over on AO3 and AssassinaValkyrie on deviantART!

Fandoms: Mass Effect, Assassin’s Creed, and Far Cry 5.

Where You Post: When I was still posting my writings (aka before I started to feel real bad about my writing), I posted a lot of things here. But, I post(ed) here and on AO3 the most.

Most Popular One-Shot: Honestly, I don’t know! I want to say my most popular one was Scars- which no longer exists, to my knowledge, on Tumblr.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: I want to say Archangels was.

Favorite Story You Wrote: My personal favorite thing that I’ve written is the fic where Harley gives birth to her and Jacob’s first child, Evelyn- ‘You Becomes Us and Makes Three’

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I get nervous whenever I post anything, to be honest! But, the ones that got me the most where Radio Troubles (Harley Fortner x Jacob Seed) and On At-Home Dates and Surprises (Kili Shepard x Kaidan Alenko). Radio Troubles was... bad because I still can’t write smut, and the Kili x Kaidan piece still feels unfinished, which caused the nerves!

How You Choose Your Titles: I DON’T. Sometimes, things remain untitled for the longest time until they’re complete, but things like my Harley x Jacob longfic have names immediately and the titles are either things that don’t make sense, or they’re lyrics.

Complete: Funny joke tell another

In-complete: Too many.

Do You Outline: The only things I’ve outlined are my longfics- Smoke Rising Up (Alexandria Carter x Eli Palmer) and See No Evil (Harley Fortner x Jacob Seed). I just wing everything else!

Coming Soon/ Not Yet Started: Not yet started is chapter 2 of Smoke Rising Up and am incredibly self-indulgent Harley x Jacob fic, and fluff between Deputy Brat & Jake n Bake.

Do You Accept Prompts: Yeah! Well, I used to- but I won’t turn down a prompt for my oc’s and fandoms. Now, on my old Assassin’s Creed blog, I always took requests and while I write my OC’s now, I loved writing reader-insert stuff back then- it brought people joy, if my reblogs said anything!

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: I’m actually excited to get back to See No Evil!

#tag thing #q'd #because if I didn't queue this I'd chicken out of posting it completely

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hoesephseed · 3 years

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Questions For An Author

tagged by @scungilliwoman and @gamer-purgatory thank you! 💖

Name: Carlota or biggie

Top Five Fandoms Written For: RDR2, FC5, a bit of Uncharted and Peaky Blinders that I probably won't share

Top Five Fandoms You Want To Write More For: Uncharted, Harry Potter, Star Wars maybe... can't think of more 😅 but for other characters in both fc5 and rdr2

Stories You Wish People Knew More About: Well I guess my oc x seeds fic.

Ships Written The Most: Arthur Morgan x Reader, John Seed x oc Alice Black

Characters Written The Most: Arthur Morgan and my ocs

How Many OCs Do You Have?: A Lot... 6 far cry, 3 red dead, a couple more in other fandoms 😅

How Many Series DO You Have?: 2 and I have a mini series involving Eli Palmer but I don't know if I should publish it...

What Do You DO With Fics You're No Longer Interested In?: If they aren't posted on ao3 I simply forget about them...

Coming Soon: Hopefully the next chapter in both my series... One chapter is almost done...

Lines From A WIP:

Chapter 6 from Paradise

The house was cold and quiet without her presence. She paced around the house, as she tried calling again.

“Why don’t you answer?!” She yells, as her calls continue to go unanswered.

She had somewhat an idea of where in the valley she could be. The thought of maybe showing up intrigued her but she could be faced with a harsh reality.

Do You Accept Prompts?: Sure

How Do You Feel About Kudos?: LOVE THEM!!

Do You Read Fic As Well?": I DO!! But whenever I start writing for a fandom I stop reading things from that fandom.

tagging who ever wants to do it!

#tagged #about me

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seeds-and-sins · 3 years

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The Other Side - Part Three

Pairing: Jacob Seed x Reader, Eli Palmer x Reader

Rating: M (Language, Violence, Sexual Situations, Non-Consensual Interactions, Mentions of Torture)

Description: You are the head of one of Eli's teams, and his sweetheart, then Jacob captures you

Tagged: @letsloveimagines, @its-boomer-bitch, @faithseeds-blog, @zizzlekwum

- Part One

- Part Two

- Final Part

Note to Readers: My apologies for having made all of you wait so long. I know, I am a horrible person. Its been a wild run, but I am back. I hope that this part makes up for it, I am thinking the finale will be the next part that I post, so be on the look out.

In the tense moments, when bad news was sent Jacob's way, there was occasionally a dead stillness that draped itself over the atmosphere. It was suffocating in its own, but largely ignored by everyone except for you whenever it settled. For you, it was always glaringly obvious, so much so, that you would get uncomfortable and shift in your usual spot at the corner of the table. Jacob would remain quiet and stoic and steady, he wouldn't even send so much as glance in your direction. You had quickly gotten used to the fact that this was simply how he dealt with his own discomfort. How he handled stress was unlike anyone you had seen before, he shoved it down so far deep that it was probably indecipherable even to the God that his family worshipped. It was because he was strong. And it was because you were weak. Where his wounds were draped in sheets of metal and armor, yours were open for all to see and they never healed over.

"You're not seriously considering it?" You broke the silence, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip as you considered him. Jacob was all solid and firm intensity, the man never gave way to the slightest hint of abandon. He was impenetrable, and every chance you had at breaking down his walls was futile. They were chances he let you see to reel you in, only to draw them away again like the carrot hanging off a stick.

"I have to keep my options open." His gruff voice sounded, and his eyes narrowed on the map in front of him. You had wondered for the longest time if he needed reading glasses, and simply never wore them in the presence of others because it was a weakness he could not risk. He often hid such ailments from you, like the aches in his back, and the tiredness in his eyes, or the...

Longest time?

Funny how you thought that, you didn't know how long you had been here. You couldn't remember hardly anything before Jacob, but that didn't frighten you as much as it should have. You loved Jacob. He was a good-no, great man. He protected you and cared for your weak and frail self. He taught you to be strong, to go face your older inhibitions with war and the traumas you had faced on the battlefield. He allowed you to open up, to become a better version of your former self. But you couldn't remember how you met, you couldn't remember how you got here, and if you asked, he would punish you for it. He would call it weakness, being so forgetful. Silly you.

"If Eli does want to meet, why not give him the benefit of the doubt? Maybe he'll finally concede." He snorted and you couldn't hide the satisfaction that bloomed across lips.

"You know better, Eli is a pathetic leader. He wouldn't dare know what's good for him." Jacob hummed in response, groaning under his breath as he adjusted himself to lean back in his chair, and then his eyes were focused on you. Jacob could cripple you instantly with just those bright and vibrant blue eyes of his. Your lip quirked up softly at him as you admired his features in the gleaming light that drew in through the open balcony doors.

"Come to me, sweet." He beckoned and your body reacted like clockwork; the twitch of his fingers pulling your legs, as if they were attached by strings, forcing you around the table and comfortably into his lap. You straddled his broad waist, there was hardly any room for your legs in the wooden chair and it creaked under your combined weight. You practically purred when his rough appendages traced over your cheek and down the expanse of your throat, where large bruises marred your exposed flesh. There was a very fragile message in the way his fingers engulfed your throat, tugging you softly so that your lips barely touched his own. "What would you be without me?"

"Nothing." You gasped, it was always so overwhelming to be in his proximity. Even in the dead of night, when he would come visit you in your cell and gift you with blissful pleasure. He was your everything. His scent, his taste, his touch, his rugged features, he was all that you were. You were clueless on what you would do without him.

"That's correct, just like the way I found you." He gently kissed the corner of your lips, "Do you remember that day?"

"Yes." His nails dug into your hip, causing you to yelp.

"Don't lie." You lowered your head down, teeth clenched as a single tear trailed down the slope of your cheek.

"No. I don't remember anything."

"Would you like me to remind you?" You caught the courage to meet his intense gaze, your hand rising to cup his cheek and caress over the hot red scars of his past.

"Yes. Please." You weren't only craving for those memories, a glimpse into anything that you once were, anything. You were craving Jacob, you always craved for him, and you couldn't get enough of him. He cupped your skull and pushed your head under his chin, other arm wrapping around you.

"You were so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of ya'." You clutched onto the bunched up fabric of his army jacket, tilting your chin up to tenderly kiss his chin and his hand dropped down to your shoulder. "You were definitely a soldier, a natural leader, but I knew you were weak without me. You were with someone else at the time, someone even weaker. I had to come save you."

"Who was I with?" Your eyebrows furrowed, Jacob sighed, caressing circles into the skin on your shoulder.

"It doesn't matter who, what matters is that you should be grateful for what I did for you." His voice carried that threatening edge, that he might snap and give you bruises quite different from the love bites that were scattered around the curve of your neck.

"I'm so grateful, Jacob." You closed your eyes and breathed in his musky scent. "I love you so much." He was quiet. He always was when you told him that you loved him. You could never hide the emptiness you felt instead at his lack of response, but there was something of a familiar dread in those words also. There was also that blanket of stillness, that darkness that consumed you, that made you feel like you were ungrateful of Jacob, like you weren't doing good enough to show him otherwise. Like he didn’t think you were good enough to love you back.

"Show me." His fingers sunk through your hair and he prompted you downward, sliding you off his lap and onto the floor below. You barely hit your head on the edge of the table as his movements became more forceful. His eyes didn't leave you as you unzipped his pants, his thick cock popping out and revealing itself unceremoniously due to his lack of undergarments.

Jacob wasn't an impatient man, but he was very demanding in his sex life. He expected you to give your everything to him before he gave you the slightest bit of what you wanted, and you always were wanting. Sometimes he would leave you drenched in sweat, on the edge of a climax that never came, with his cum dripping from you. Other times he would be generous enough to let you get yourself off, under his supervision, or under his own tongue. He took you from behind, strong and rough, did what was needed to get to his end, and then left you. That was just the way Jacob was, he was much stronger than you. Your own desires were weak and even when he gave you enough, you always wanted more. That was your own weakness. You could never be angry with him for that.

Rarely, on the loneliest nights, he would find you in the darkness. He would be tender and gentle with you. He would look you in the eyes. He would thrust just so, seek your pleasure, watch you writhe and moan his name. He would hold you afterwards, and you would fall asleep in his arms, and the next day he would be gone. You would wait for him to come open the door to your cell. It wasn't safe for you to be walking around without him anyways. Jacob could be cold and callous and distant, at times, but it was those rare moments you valued the most from him. They kept you starved for him, for his love.

For now, his cock would sit on your tongue, the taste salty and sweaty, but it was welcome because it was solely Jacob. You would suck him fast like how he liked it, muttering broken praises under his breath as he pulled your hair. He was a verbal lover, but he still remained composed all the same. The praises were for you, applauding you, telling you how pleased you made him. The grunts and groans were animalistic because Jacob was strong and sex was natural and human. He wouldn't warn you as his cum would come shooting down your throat, and you'd briefly choke on all of him, coughing for some reprieve. It was your fault for not being more prepared for him, it was your fault for being weak.

He gestured you to come back onto his lap, and you gladly accepted. His arm wrapped around you and you felt safe. Jacob loved you, you loved him, there was nothing more perfect than this. His nose nuzzled into your scalp and he held you tighter.

"Tomorrow morning we meet with Eli." You didn't know why that name felt like something sinister to you. Every time it was mentioned it was as if Eli was not just a stranger or the enemy, but like someone you could recognize. The name sickened you to the core and the man made you rage. There was no one who could dare threaten your Jacob Seed, your love, your soul. This Eli man, he would soon fail. He was weak.

"I will kill him if he tries to hurt you." You pressed your cheek to Jacob's chest, where he reverberated a deep laughter that bubbled up from his gut and physically made him shake. You had never seen Jacob laugh so fully before, but the grin on his lips spoke volumes. You were confused. It was the kind of amusement that one would have when they were pleased with themselves, feeling somewhat high and mighty. You were certain that if Joseph was present, he would reprimand his older brother for showing so much pride in whatever it was that Jacob was being prideful about. Because that was the only word you could use to describe that joy: proud.

"I'm counting on it." He finally said, remnants of chuckles falling short on his tone with the words and he pinched your chin. "I think,” He caught the very edge of his thumb on your lip. “You will stay with me tonight." Your expression exploded with excitement as you bounced on his lap and leaned away from him to get a better look at his warm smile. Jacob never let you sleep in his room with him, granted the cot was quite small for the both of you, but it was much more comfortable than the metal slab in your cell.

"Really?! Do you mean it?" His eyebrow lifted, that smile fading from his lips so swiftly.

"Do you want me to change my mind?"

"No, No! Never, Sir!"

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Eli had chosen the meeting spot, halfway between the new den and the Veteran's Center. Jacob suspected there might be a trap, so he sent his chosen out beforehand to scope the perimeter of the sight. It was on a bridge that overlooked a startlingly beautiful waterfall. It was early morning and a fog had engulfed the thick, humid air. You had been trying to keep yourself composed since the lot of you had left the Veteran's Center, since Jacob had gotten the convey ready to leave and had debriefed his men on what to expect.

You remained silent, but not because you were told to be, it was because you were afraid. You didn't want Jacob to know that you had never felt more nervous or anxious for anything in your whole life, and you couldn't understand why. Why did Eli, the weak savage that he was, make you feel this way?

They arrived at the bridge and Eli had already arranged his own men at the other end. Jacob was not concerned, his chosen had surveyed the area hours before their arrival and they were now patiently waiting for his signal should he give it. He knew that Eli was failing, that he had the upper hand and that any day now the Whitetail militia would be a distant memory of this war. But, he wasn't stupid to believe that Eli would give up so easily. Jacob enjoyed the games anyways and he knew he was going to especially enjoy this.

Although, he would never admit it aloud, possibly he would never even admit it to himself, in his own thoughts. It still stung. It was painful. It was suffering. But it was necessary. He thought this as he watched you squirm in your seat, as he watched you silently panic over this meeting and have no idea as to why. Jacob knew why. He also knew what needed to be done. And it hurt.

It hurt when you smiled at him, devoid of any hate, devoid of any fear that he might receive from the prying eyes of others. It hurt when you kissed his cheek and asked if he needed anything. It hurt when you said you loved him, when all he ever did was hurt you. He didn't think twice about hurting you either. He frankly didn't care about what happened to you. You were weak and feeble. Instead, it was the fact that you cared about what happened to him. The only people that ever truly loved him were his brothers, but they were his blood and they had to love him for what he was. And then the day that you said you loved him, without him having to plant that in your mind himself, without him having to force you to say it, he was taken with pain. It hurt when he realized that no one would ever really love him unless they had to.

You loved him to survive. Hours and hours of torture and he turned you into a shell for his basic needs and his master plan. You forgot what you were, what he was to you, and who you really did love at one time. He could pretend as much as he liked. You weren't in love with him, he wasn't in love with you, but maybe, just maybe, there was something to acknowledge there. He wanted it. He wanted the idea of it. He didn't think much of it before, but having you around, fucking you, talking with you, holding you, it made him feel like he could be someone else.

Those kinds of thoughts were dangerous to have, especially on this side of things. He could never cross over, he could never have children, get married, have a life. The war still haunted him. The horrible things he had done were nothing more than the way things were and he felt no remorse for what he did. The world would end, the collapse would come. No matter how crazy Joseph might be, Jacob knew he wasn't wrong. If it didn't happen tomorrow, or next week, or next month, it would happen years from now in the future, a future he wouldn't be alive for. Even so, he wished to be on the other side, where he could be loved, where he could have kids, where he could get married. He wished he could have you at his side, because you were the one that made him desire those things. He didn't care about you, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of it.

But that was all that was, out of reach, distant, impossible, weak. He did what needed to be done. He was supposed to be the strong brother, the one that culled the herd and bred soldiers. He was not a husband, not a lover, not a father. He was a monster. He knew it as well as anyone around him did, and he did not hide who he was.

His men exited the vehicle and as you went to do the same, Jacob grabbed your hand. He squeezed his larger fingers through yours, your heart throbbed. All it took was one second of silence, when the doors were shut behind his men and an eerie break encompassed the space between you. He looked into your eyes then, he really looked, deeper than he ever had before. Was it true? Did you love him? Was it something other than just some fucked up result of his mind games? Did someone finally love him just for him?

Who was he kidding? No. It wasn’t any of those things. He could almost laugh at himself for having forgotten that he personally wanted you to end up like this. He wanted you to want him, to love him, to depend on him. So that when this day finally came, it would break Eli into a million pieces.

He was going to enjoy this. The hard work he put into creating you. His loving gestures to keep you reined in, the cold ones to keep you wanting, they would have meant nothing to him if it hadn’t been for this very moment.

"You stay here, I will call for you."

"J-Jacob-I-" He could hear the fear in your voice, a normal reaction in that you instinctively knew what was going to happen. It was a shadow of your former self, shining through, afraid of what was to pass, afraid of what would happen to Eli.

"Shhh." He eased out, he brushed his thumb over your cheek. "I love you." All the color drained from your face and you drew a blank. He exited the vehicle and you were frozen to your seat, glued by the words that he had spoken to you. You felt nauseous. You felt lost, like you were in a trance, like you didn't know what you were doing there. What was going on? Why were you in a car?

Jacob paraded up to the front of his men, standing at the other side of the bridge was Eli. The quiet was broken by the harsh rapids of the waterfall falling off the edge of the earth's cliff, in the distance.

"We finally meet face to face." Eli spoke, Jacob crossed his arms. He didn't so much like being the second to speak, but with what was about to happen, he could live with it.

"For your surrender." Eli snorted, spitting out the dip that was in his mouth and shaking his head.

"Don't tell me you are that stupid, Jacob."

"Tread lightly, Eli. You might have called this meeting, but I'm the one in control." Eli ignored Jacob's threats, he rose his hands up in defense. Eli was taking something of a more diplomatic approach here, much unlike either of the brute men to go that route.

"Jacob, I'm not upset anymore, I can't be..." Eli raised his voice over the falls, eyes pleading to Jacob in the distance. Eli didn’t want to beg, much less to Jacob Seed, the man that had killed the woman of his life, the man that was threatening his home. "We both know how this ends, and things are getting nasty. Innocent people are getting caught in the crossfire."

"If they are in the crossfire, then they aren't innocent." Jacob plainly stated, cocking his head to the side, bored already with the way this conversation had been going.

"Children, Jacob! That takes it too far!" Eli shouted impatiently, his voice dropping from the even temper he had been trying to portray before. He was tired, downright exhausted, the kind that sat behind your eyes. He hadn't slept in weeks. He was dead inside. Lost. He couldn't do it anymore. He was losing every inch of himself and he couldn't do it. Since you had died all those months ago, Eli had been scrambling to keep himself afloat. Jacob had slowly chipped away at him, bit by bit, piece by piece, and Jacob was winning.

"The weakness needs to be weeded out, Eli, what can I say?"

"Just let them go!" Eli's voice cracked, even one of his men had to look away at the audacity of it all. Children! Jacob had them trapped away somewhere, the sick bastard, and he didn't look uneasy about it by any means.

"And what will you give me in return, Eli?" Eli didn't know how to respond, he felt hopeless. Surrendering was too much of a risk, but if he didn't surrender then innocent children would die. "Surrender, Eli. Profess your loyalty to Joseph, or kneel to lose your head. Don't be a coward." And Jacob was so damn smug and confident with every word, Eli had to wonder what made him think he had the upper hand. Eli thought he had taken out Jacob's outposts, that he had the cult's supplies on lockdown, that he had the chips to bargain with for those poor children.

"Jacob, enough with the games-" Jacob was growing more and more agitated by the second.

"You want games, Eli?! Bring her out!" Screams echoed down the face of the mountain, the slamming of a car door followed and Eli dropped to his knees when he caught sight of you.

"You fucker!" One of the militia hollered out and as he sprinted across the bridge to you. He was no sooner shot down by a chosen sniper in one of the alcoves above.

"ELI! ELI!" Your voice was hoarse with a scratch in your throat, as if you hadn't spoken above an octave in forever. The two men dragged you to Jacob, who was all the more pleased to see you. He snapped his fingers and, like a dog, your struggling halted like he had flipped some sort of switch. He hovered down over you and from the corner of his eye, he could see that Eli was pacing now like a tiger crazed.

"(Y/N)!" He shrilled, halfway between a cry and a shout. Jacob dove down real close to your ear, breath fanning out over your cheek.

"Just like we talked about, little one." He snapped his fingers for a second time, you blinked into terror again. He stood straight, nodding to his men for the confirmation they needed. They released you and you ran far from them to Eli, like a moth, aimlessly into the flame.

He captured you in his arms and you couldn't recall much more than his warmth, than how amazing he felt, than how perfect he still was. He cried, he cried into the crook of your neck and you held each other, as everyone else seemed to float away from your existence. You completely forgot where you were, all that mattered was him. You didn't even know how long Jacob had kept you locked up, how long Jacob had managed to breathe the lie that you were dead. It frightened you, more than Jacob himself, it frightened you that Eli had been alone all that time. Eli cupped your cheeks, gripping to you like you were stuck together with glue. His eyes traced your features, reaffirming that this was no dream for him and that your soft warmth was in his arms. There were no words to describe the waves of emotions that he was feeling, that you were alive and breathing.

But you were not yourself, and neither was he.

He growled angrily, almost ravenously, and spun you in his grasp. He was putting you furthest away from Jacob, despite the somewhat large distance between the two factions on the bridge already. He pointed an accusing finger back over toward Jacob and all he felt was rage. He stepped forward, halted only by your hard grasping on his arm as he went to draw away.

"I'll fucking kill you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll make you-" His shrieking cut short by Jacob’s steady and resounding voice.

"You think that's all I have under my sleeve, Palmer?" Jacob taunted, arms still crossed as he examined the both of you together from afar. "I expect your decision by tonight. I'll be waiting." He turned on his heel, exiting the scene, but Eli was too enraged to let him go. He tore from your grip and went barreling across the bridge, unleashing a battle cry that sung through the cliffs. He fell backwards in surprise as a sniper's bullet penetrated the empty space in front of him, warning him not to go any further.

Jacob was too smart to kill Eli like that, but it was a warning none the less. He wanted to make an example out of Eli, not make him a martyr.

Before Jacob disappeared into the car, his eyes met yours, steely and cold. You felt sick at how comfortable they felt. You felt sick at how you admired them.

He was in your head. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

Jacob wouldn't have let you out of his sight, unless he needed to. And you knew better than anyone that Jacob always did what needed to be done.

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