#eric divergent

[chloe-skywalker]

A Safe Feeling - Eric Coulter

Eric x fem!reader

Warnings: 

Word count: 1,402

Requested: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeannie Matthew and she divergent and she in a relationship with eric and her best froend is four and later tris please and thank you - @rachelcarroll1819

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting!

Masterlist

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“Mathews!” Eric called out with a smirk as he saw Y/n exit the hallway near the dining hall.

“You know I have a first name.” Y/n turned around crossing her arms over her chest. Eric knew she hated her mom’s views and being called by her old last name. She’s not Erudite anymore.

Eric gave a nod as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Yeah, but that’s for more intimate-”

“Shut up.” Y/n giggled and slapped him on the bicep as Eric chuckled, moving his hands to her hips.

“Where are you off to?” Eric asked as Y/n moved her arms to wrap around his neck. Normally Eric didn’t like showing PDA, unless it was to show she was taken.

“Need to talk to Four about some stuff.” She answered, tilting her head. It wasn’t easy to have Four as a best friend and date Eric. But the two agreed to be sival for her sake.

“Divergent stuff?” Eric spoke quietly, so no one would hear around him. When she had first told him about being Divergent, Eric didn’t take it well at first but then he realized he didn’t care. He loves her anyway.

“Will you keep it down. You know it could get me killed.” Even though he was quite Y/n still was scared at any possibility of anyone knowing. Being Divergent is a death sentence.

Eric nodded as a sigh of apology, moving his right hand up and down her back to comfort her growing nerves. “Is it about the nightmares?”

Y/n nodded with a grimace. “They have to do with my fears and with what I am, he's the best to talk to about it. And he’s my friend.”

Eric rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek at his sight irritation. “Don’t remind me.”

“You're lucky I know what part of that you're referring to.” Y/n smirked, poking him in the chest.

“Oh, what part?” Eric played along, hoping to stall her a little longer.

“The Four part. He’s my best friend, has been since initiation and it bothers you like no other.” Y/n smirked a little, but in her defense she tried to hide it.

Eric shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.”

Y/n let out an amused soft laugh. “I’ve noticed.”

“You know I love you and I don’t care about the Divergent past, right?” He wanted to make sure she knew, he always made sure. Yeah he got annoyed that she’s friends with Four but her being Divergent? That doesn’t bother him.

y/n smiled. “I know. You always reassure me of that.”

Eric nodded. “And I’ll continue to.”

Y/n moved to leave his embrace, really needing to go see Four. “Love you.” 

Eric pulled her into a rough kiss before letting go of her waist and back. “Love ya too.”

“I’ll see you later.” Y/n smiled at him turning around and heading off to figure her nightmare, fear problem out.

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After about an hour Four and Y/n sat down, joined by Tris.

“The only thing I can think of is that your fears are changing.” Four stated leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“But how can I have less fears then when we first came here? How can they change?” Y/n wondered out loud confused. Shouldn’t she have more over time not less?

“I don’t know, Y/n.” Four wished he could give her an explanation, but he had nothing.

“Maybe its Eric.” Tris said, jumping into the conversation.

“Huh?” Y/n turned to her younger friend with confusion and curiosity. Four looked to Tris with a furrowed expression.

“Well he’s protective of you. He’d kill for you, so what if the feeling of protection he gives you is making some of your fears go away.” Tris explained what she meant.

“She has a good point.” Four looked at Y/n.

“Well that’s a development.” Y/n let out an amused puff of air.

“Bad?” Tris tilted her head, looking at her friend trying to see how she was feeling about this new ‘development’ as she called it.

“No.” Y/n shook her head.

“He’s been worried. You should tell him.” Four stated. He may not get along with Eric but he could tell how worried he’s been over Y/n’s situation. Eric could hide it well but Four could still see it.

“Yeah.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her jacket before standing up and heading towards the door. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that. See ya both tomorrow.”

Once Y/n left Four and Tris she headed to the training room, knowing that Eric was training the intaties today. It wasn’t hard to find him once entering the big room. He stood out.

“Hey handsome.” Y/n said as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Hey sexy.” He smirked, and as he expected her reaction was to slap him on his arm. It caused him to chuckle.

“Stop it.” Y/n laughed at his behavior. Always so different with her then around anyone else. “Can we talk?”\

“Yeah,” Eric was trying not to be worried. He turned his focus back to the intimates. “Intaites! We’re done for the day. Get out.”

After that they both headed to their shared apartment. They’d been sharing a living space since a little after they finished initiation. Once inside Eric shut the door behind them for privacy.

“So did you and Four figure out what's going on?” he asked and Y/n could see some concern in his eyes.

y/n nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah, about that.”

“What?” He asked gruffly.

Y/n went over and sat on their couch, Eric followed suit. “My nightmares have been odd. Like you knew and we found a few things out.” Y/n took a deep breath before continuing, looking him in the eyes. “I have less fears now. That’s why I keep reliving some of them. My nightmares seem to be the fears I still have.”

“How's this happening? Is it a Divergent thing?” Eric didn’t know much about Divergent. No one really did know anything about Divergents since they were killed on spot after being found out.

“No it’s not a Divergent thing.” She laughed lightly. Y/n leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. When she pulled away she told him. “Its a you thing.”

“Me?” Eric raised his brows in disbelief.

“Yup. You.” Y/n nodded in confirmation of his question.

“Can you explain?” he asked, still very confused. How is he the cause?

“Trus has this theory and Four and I agree with it.” Y/n scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. Smiling shyly up at him. “We think I’m having less face because you make me feel safe.”

“That's the goal.” Eric smirked proudly. That was the goal, to protect her. Make her feel safe. And he was relieved that nothing serious was wrong with her. “So many fears have you lost exactly?”

Y/n laughed in amusement towards his reaction. “Cocky much?”

Eric pulled her by the hips to straddle his lap. “Hey, if I’m responsible…”

He two was amused, but this was because of different reasons.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her tattooed brute. With the look of confusion back in his eyes, she continued. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly. You couldn’t. But thanks anyway and for protecting me and making me feel safe in general.”

Eric placed a hand on the back of her head and stared directly in her eyes. “You're mine. No one will harm you on my watch.”

Y/n smiled brightly at his declaration. “Don’t tell my mom.”

Eric scoffed. “I don’t tell your mom shit.”

“That's one of the reasons I love you.” Y/n smirked, leaning her forehead against his.

Eric grabbed her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter in his grip as he kissed the column of her neck. “What are the other reasons?”

Y/n let out a moan as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. “Well if we head over to the bedroom I could-”

“Done” Eric said, effictley cutting her off. He stood up and carried her to their bedroom. All the while Y/n laughed at his actions and looked forward to the night's activities.

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[kaiyaamin]

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[theaawalker]

A Run For Your Money [Eric x Reader]

Pairing: Eric x gender-neutral!reader Song Inspo: One Dance by Drake ft. Justin Bieber Word Count: 2,004 Summary: A new Dauntless initiate, y/n, captures Eric's attention. As trouble follows you, Eric is always nearby with a keen smirk. But you won't go down without a fight, promising to give the brutal faction AND instructor a run for their money. Warnings: violence, fighting, mentions of death Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Bam! Bam-bam, bam!

You are by yourself in the initiate training room beating on a punching bag. Today is one the rare days off that initiates get, and you chose to spend your time training. You made up your mind to transfer to this faction, so you did't intend to ease up on your pursuit until you make the cut. It seems that a group of female initiates were attracted by the punching sounds and have come to investigate. After seeing you, one of them attempts to show you how it's done.

Jace is bigger than her friends; one would assume that she was Dauntless born had the classes not been separated. She picks you up and throws you to the side, ready to set an example. You come back, jump and hock a leg around her neck, flipping her on her back to the ground. You land in a crouch, "Come on dude, don't be an asshole."

It's obvious that she nor her friends expected you to take her down. They thought that you would be intimidated like most of the other initiates, but Jace didn't hold her surprise for long.

"Well, that was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome." She pushes off the floor and hops to her feet. You rise up with her as they meet for a handshake.

"Jace, Candor."

"Y/N." You turn away from her to go drink from your water bottle. Jace watches you for a moment.

"Which faction are you from, Y/N?" She asks. You blink and drink from your bottle before setting it back down.

"That's not important." You say. Jace isn't satisfied with your answer and is about to ask you another question.

"I couldn't agree more." The girls stiffen and jerk around to face Eric, posted up like a soldier with a sadistic glare in his eyes. "Do any of you want to explain to me why you're not downstairs?" His voice is menacing and full of authority. Jace and her friends look at each other confused. One of them tries to respond, but she's a stuttering mess.

"Bu-but w-w-we uh, I thought um.. I mean, we uh-."

Eric, having heard enough, cuts her off, "Got it. I'll give you a chance to make it down there, and you'd better make it before I get back down there." The girls scramble past him and rush down the stairs. You hadn't moved, choosing to remain silent until they had gone.

"Isn't today our day off?" You look at Eric expectantly. You aren't surprised when he starts grinning at you.

"Correct." He's walking towards you while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then why did you scare them away?" He smirks at the question and sets his jacket down near your water bottle.

"I'll be your sparring partner for today." You blink slowly.

"Alright."

2 hours later, you and Eric are both sweaty on the mats, breathing heavily as you stretch together.

"Thanks for the workout." Eric was impressed with you, and he's looking forward to welcoming you into Dauntless.

"No problem, I really enjoyed it. Thank you." You didn't expect the offer, but you appreciated it. Eric isn't known to associate with initiates outside of making sure Four is training them properly. So, while surprised that he wanted to spar, you weren't going to say no.

He nodded his head at you, grabbed his jacket and walked away. You watched him leave, strutting out of the training room with such confidence. He didn't even look like someone who'd been in a fight. You honestly feel inspired. One day, you're going to really give him a run for his money.

[ time skip - visitng day ]

When visiting day rolls around, Eric doesn't see his source of amusement. He wanders into the training room to see you finishing a set of pull ups. He stands in the entry way watching you come down to stretch. You bend down to the front, holds it, and then bend back into a back-bend.

You see him but don't say anything. You don't know how long he's been standing there watching, but since he didn't say anything neither will you. You take a few minutes to quickly stretch your body before picking up your water bottle and walking away. You almost makes it past him, but he stretches out an arm to stop you.

"Not so fast." You aren't looking at him, but he's looking at you. "Why aren't you down there with everyone else?"

"There's no one down there for me." You walk around him, and he lets you go. He sees that you're upset, but it isn't his place to comment on it.

[ time skip - next day ]

Early the next morning, Eric comes across you doing laps around the training room. You pause at seeing him there.

"You want to run?" You nod, your chest heaving with your breathing. "Come with me." You look around, unsure if you should follow him.

"I have training in an hour." He smirks at you.

"I'll make sure you're back in time." You nod again and follow him.

They run to a cliff spot with a full view of the sunrise. You hadn't watched the sunrise since being in Dauntless; you missed it. You wonder if this could be a regular thing for you again.

"Ready to head back?" You nod. "Can I come here every morning?" He regards you for a moment before replying.

"If you remember the way."

They jog back together and make it just in time for Four's class. You head over to join the other initiates lined up. Eric walks past them, ignoring Four completely as he heads to take a shower.

The next morning, you're running back to the Dauntless compound, coming back from your sunrise viewing. You're definitely going to make it part of your routine to run there in the mornings. Halfway back to the compound, you see Eric running toward you. You pass each other, making eye contact but not exchanging words or stopping.

[ time skip ]

Despite their rocky start, you and Jace form a competitive friendship. You're often seen sparring with one another, or with Jace's friends. With individual training, you two are always trying to out-do the other. Friendly competition became a great way for the both of you to become and maintain high ranks among the initiates.

Lately, Four has the group randomly paired every day for mock fights in the ring. Somehow, you always get paired with one of Jace's friends. You haven't lost a fight yet thanks to all the practice you had with Jace. The friend, Byron, was the biggest initiate of the class, so taking down anyone else was easier for you. Bruised, blustered, and bloodied, you managed to beat him. Even Four was impressed, with Eric nodding and smirking like he predicted your victory. Byron seemed pissed as he limped back to his spot. The fact of Jace teasing him didn't make it any better. Perhaps that was the catalyst that led to this unfortunate event.

[ time skip - that night ]

You were already in bed while everyone else was at dinner. You're an early riser which also means you're an early sleeper. That particular day had tired you out more than usual, so you slept heavy enough for someone to pick you up, cradle-style, and carry you away.

The culprits? Three men disguised in all black and ski masks who tried to dump you over the chasm.

One of the Dauntless members on the cameras sees them. He's in the camera room watching them almost drop you over until you wake up suddenly. Kicking and punching, you swing around on the railing to kick one of your attackers in the head. He hits the back wall and falls unconscious. One of them somehow is shoved over chasm railing, while you punch the other one in the throat and head until they fall. You snatch off the masks of the remaining two, and your face crumbles. Hurt and betrayed to see two of Jace's friends. You recognize Byron, and knee on the other one's dick. He tries to cover himself, but you kick his head, hammering down on it with both feet. As a floored Byron and his accomplices groan, you spit on him as a final assault before you stagger up and stalk off.

Four and Eric coincidentally show up in the camera room while this fight was taking place. Four notices that particular camera feed as he glances around the room when he first walks in. He immediately zeroed in on it, coming closer as he sees the victim, who he recognized as you, wake up and fight off their assailants. Four flips out, snapping at the guy sitting in front of him for not reporting this.

Eric, at seeing Four agitated, walks over behind him to see you in action. He finds it humorous, not caring at all about the sorry excuse for an initiate that fell over. Lucky him that he died before Eric could get to him. Those other two would pay dearly for what they just attempted, then maybe after he's done with them will he allow them to die.

Four tries to go to the chasm, but Eric tells him to take care of the guy in front of him first. "It's over now; I'll take care of them."

Eric tells the swarming Dauntless members to get those two initiates in a holding room until he gets there. Eric left the room in search of you, but he couldn't find you. Unbeknownst to him, he passed your hiding spot -- a hallway vent -- several times, but you didn't want to reach out to him. You saw a mix of other Dauntless members and initiates milling around, and you didn't trust them. So, instead, you tucked yourself deeper into your hiding hole and slept.

[ time skip - the next morning ]

You return to your bunk after you've calmed down. Jace tries to approach you, but you flinch away from her. Who's to say she didn't orchestrate the attack? Shortly after, Four, with Eric right on his heels, sped into the room. He's relieved to find you there, and he asks if you could come with them.

You're called to a meeting with the Dauntless leaders, the parents of the dead boy, and for some reason, Jeanine Matthews. The child's mother accused you of killing her son.

"Your son tried to kill me." His mother vehemently denied it, until she's shown the video feed. Then, she flips her argument.

"But you're not dead, now are you?" You, done with the conversation already, looks over at her.

"Let me guess, you'd rather I be dead."

"Yes!"

"Tough." You turn your head, dismissing her.

Eric is full-on grinning as the mother is short circuiting. Jeanine, ever observant of Eric and his mannerisms, notices Eric's interest in you. Thus, Jeanine also takes an interest in you. Reviewing in her mind the initiate's combat skills, she shifts her eyes over to you, who is busy staring out of the window. You could be another Eric, a great soldier to carry out her plans.

After much debate, mainly from the parents' end, you are dismissed. Due to the video evidence of the boy being involved with trying to kill you, and that he was actually bumped over by one of the boys, you are exempt from any punishment.

After the meeting, Jeanine pulls Eric to the side. He instead takes her to his office to hear what she has to say. She asks Eric what he thinks of you, to which Eric responds with a mediocre answer. He doesn't want you involved in this, but it seems his tactic isn't working. Jeanine doesn't buy it after seeing the video, and she gives Eric instructions to introduce you to the plans and get you working under him. After, she excuses herself and leaves him alone to his thoughts.

After lunch, Four escorts you to Eric's office. Four warns him not to be mean to you, and Eric tells him to get the fuck out of his office. During your meeting with Eric, he tells you the rundown of what's going to happen after you've passed your initiation. He doesn't go into too much detail, in case you have too much of an adverse reaction.

After he's done explaining, you're blunt with him, "That's stupid." Eric looks at you, but you keep your eyes on his computer and continues, "It doesn't make sense. She wants to kill people to keep the peace. And these serums, it sounds like some mind control scheme."

You look at Eric. He sees that you're smart enough to pick up on what he didn't say.

"You don't believe her, right?" You ask him. "You know that she wants to make everyone, except a select few, into mindless slaves that do whatever she wants while she rules over everything. You know that she wants a dictatorship and not peace, right?"

You pause for a moment to hone in on his unfazed expression. "Or maybe you do know, but you don't care." You look at him for a few more moments before leaning up and looking away, taking a stroll around his office.

He contemplates life while you busy yourself with looking around his office. How didn't he think about what life would be like with everyone under her new serum? He thought that he'd be done with Jeanine, and he could do whatever he wanted with Dauntless. He didn't care about the other factions. He really doesn't care about the people, but there's not much enjoyment in bossing around mindless slaves who are programmed to do what they're told anyway. How weird it would be to walk down the halls and pass people that aren't really there. Yes, there'd be no more people to piss him off, but there'd be no idiot to amuse him either. No one to hold a conversation with; no one to ignore for being stupid; and no one to threaten and watch them cower.

At that moment, he realizes that he would be bored and alone with not a soul for company other than Jeanine and her lackeys. He grimaces at the thought and sees how unpleasant it would be. He feels ignorant for not seeing the whole picture and not thinking ahead. He's going to rectify that.

[ time skip ]

It took Eric a few weeks to get together his evidence of Jeanine's crimes and organize a trial in Candor. It was unavoidable for some of his skeletons to be exposed, but fortunately, they were overlooked in light of him turning Jeanine in. She was found guilt and set to be executed, which was done by Eric himself immediately after the sentencing.

You passed your initiation ranked #1, with Jace pulling up #2. It took you a while to feel comfortable around her again, but ultimately, it wasn't her who hurt you. Thus, it wasn't fair for you to shut her out. Plus, she physically defended you whenever one of the guys got too aggressive with you, which was a nice plus.

You were also set to start your job working under Eric. The paperwork had already been approved by the time Jeanine's plans were foiled. Also, Eric had taken to courting you. Speaking to you more and spending time with you. He wouldn't date you until after you passed initiation, but now that you had, you and Eric have been together for about 3 weeks now. He was currently taking you to meet his parents for dinner.

Five minutes in, and you were not having a good time. Still, at least there was free food. Eric's mother, Blythe, addressing you, asks yet another insulting question. "So, how long have you been sleeping with my son?"

"Blythe!" Eric and his father shout her name, but you ignore her.

"Not going to answer?"

"No, I don't see how that's any of your business."

Taken aback, Blythe seethes before responding. "My son is my business."

"Yea, you're such a great parent, so supportive of your son's choices." You hear her gasp as you sip your water, not giving her the attention.

"How dare you-"

"That's enough," Eric hisses at her. He's pleased that you're not intimidated by his mother, but he doesn't like her being insulted.

"Are you going to eat that?" Eric asks you, eyeing your plate. You cut the steak and broccoli on his plate and fork it before turning to offer it to him. You have your other hand underneath in case anything falls from the fork. He eyes you again and you blink at him expectantly. He leans in, his eyes boring into yours as he eats off your fork. You turn back to spear more food onto the fork before turning to repeat your actions.

"I can eat my own food." He says while leaning in.

"Then why didn't you?"

As the night goes on, you two pay no mind to his parents. Even though Eric's father seems to genuinely support him, you don't see any sort of relationship blossoming with him or his wife. Yet, judging by Eric's reaction to Blythe, you won't have to worry about pleasing her. Sweet.

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[duramaters]

Aches and Adoration // Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: It’s been a few years since you became a member of Dauntless and you want to brush up on your fighting skills. Getting Eric to help you was probably not your best idea.

Warnings: Smut (18+), explicit language, violence and injury, fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Eric strode ahead of you, too upbeat for you to be anything but suspicious. He had been all smiles and polite gestures on your walk through the compound as you headed outside to start your workout. Was the man trying to give you whiplash? What was going on?  You held back and let him lead the way, watching the slight sway of his hips with furrowed brows. His injury didn’t seem to be bothering him at all and you wondered briefly if he had access to a new healing serum from Erudite.  

As soon as you exited the gates of Dauntless he broke out into a sprint, swerving down abandoned alleyways and through empty buildings with you struggling to keep up. His pace was punishing, but consistent and you managed to maintain some semblance of speed.  Instead of running deeper into the city like you had anticipated, Eric’s route took you down to the water’s edge, past the dilapidated observatory and around Northerly Island. Eventually he slowed to a stop at a far corner of the island and you stepped around him, abandoning the path and climbing the slight embankment to look out across the water and catch your breath.

“Your stamina needs work.” Eric’s voice was monotonous as he came up behind you. You turned from your bent over position with your hands on your knees to roll your eyes at him. Your run had been conducted in complete silence, aside from the harsh sounds of you trying to breathe without setting fire to your lungs, but of course Eric couldn’t help but voice some criticism.

“I think you have enough for the both of us” you mumbled. Eric cleared his throat and turned away from you to look out across Lake Michigan, a scowl across his beautiful face. You huffed in exasperation and dropped to the ground, stretching your legs out and plucking at the grass under your fingers. Sunset was still a few hours away so you let your head fall back to enjoy the soft breeze and the heat of the sun on your skin.

“I wanted you to, by the way.” With your eyes closed and the sound of the water lapping against the rocks calming you, you let yourself be brave.

“What are you on about now?” Eric hid his confusion with exasperation, but you could hear a hint of encouragement in his tone.

“Last night,” you sighed. “I wanted you to kiss me.”

Silence.

You peeked one eye open and looked across to him - he was stood stock still, eyes wide and that tell-tale blush caressing the tips of his ears. Anxiety started to swirl in your gut so you stood from your place on the grass and went to join him by the rocks. Lightly tugging at his sleeve you implored him to look at you.

“Eric?”

The leather of his sleeve slipped from your fingers as he turned away from you and headed back in the direction you had come from. Shame burned within you and you blinked back the tears triggered by his rejection. He was the one who had kissed you. Maybe his position of vulnerability and your care had made him do something he didn’t mean to when he pressed his lips to your throat. Maybe he slammed the door on you out of regret and not, as you had assumed, anger at your own apparent rejection.

You followed him back in silence, like a kicked puppy, keeping your distance out of humiliation. But almost half way back to the Dauntless compound you heard him sucking in his breath with every step and lifting the shoulder of his injured side with a wince. Despite your reluctance to be near him, you couldn’t help but want to lessen his pain. Whatever he had taken to calm his injury had clearly worn off during the walk, maybe it wasn’t Erudite made after all.  When he placed his large palm against the bricks and took in a shuddering breath you wanted to rush over to him, fingers itching to tug up his shirt and see the damage, but you forced yourself to stay back. With another sharp breath Eric seemed to regain his composure, shrugging off the tightness in his ribs and continuing on down the side street towards Dauntless.

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You split away from Eric as soon as you entered the compound and headed straight for Christina’s room, assuming that he would have heard your footsteps head off in a different direction and knew that you were no longer following his lead. As you approached her door you heard her hushed giggle accompanied by a low whisper; she was with Will. You paused and considered knocking anyway but you knew that after Eric’s rejection, seeing your friends together would hurt too much so you lowered your head and took an unnecessarily long route back to your own apartment.  The solitude would probably be best for you to rebuild your resolve and it would also give you time to think about getting a new trainer.

 You turned the corner towards your apartment and halted, your body almost continuing on without your legs from your sudden stop. Eric stood in front of you door, arm outstretched, head bent and brows pinched.

“Eric?” You tentatively stepped closer; confusion evident across your features. He spun to face you sharply, as if he had been shocked.

“I thought you were ignoring me. I knocked twice already.” His voice was gruff and there was a tinge of pink high on his cheeks.

“I went to see Christina.”

“Oh.”

You stepped closer, gesturing to your locked door, “do you want to come in?”. You steeled yourself for a scathing refusal but Eric merely nodded, almost sheepish in his acceptance. He didn’t step back so you squeezed between his large frame and the door, your arm lightly brushing his side as he sucked in a hushed breath that you ignored. It meant nothing, you told yourself. You swung the door open and allowed him to follow you into the slightly cluttered room, his presence suddenly feeling a lot more intimidating than it did earlier.

You plopped down on the couch, aiming for an air of nonchalance. If he had something to say, you would let him say it and then move on, even if it hurt. You met his eye steadily as he lingered by the door, ready to make a quick exit, you assumed. Your patience was something you had worked on a lot during your years at Dauntless but by god did you want him to hurry up and say whatever he had come to say.

Eventually he began to move, almost robotically, making his way over to join you where you were tucked up on the couch. He sunk into the firm cushion and hunched over, placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Eric’s wrought appearance worried you and you abandoned all attempts at indifference and reached out for him.

“Don’t touch me.” He bit out. The warning had you faltering and you fell back at the harshness of his words, putting everything you had into stopping your eyes from watering and your lip from trembling at his tone. Looking down, you missed the look of guilt sweep across his face.

His voice lowered to a whisper, “the way you touch me, the way you say please all the time.” You watched as he repressed a shiver. “I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

The hope and relief you felt at his admission was immediately crushed by the realisation that he had said it as though it was a problem that needed to be resolved.

“I’ll find someone new to train me, it’s fine.” You shrugged, heart shattering in your chest as your shoulders lifted.

“No.”

“No?”

Eric took a long, stuttering breath.

“I wanted to. I want to.” He sighed.

“Want to what? Train me?” The pause was almost unbearable and you felt your breathing pick up in anticipation.

“Kiss you.” He groaned, sounding almost pained.

Repressing your shock at his words you timidly reached out, gently carding your hand through his hair and he continued to hide his face in his palms, but his quiet whimper gave him away and it lit a fire of confidence within you.

“Why don’t you then?” You teased, trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice and not believing he would act on it. Eric’s own hand left his face and his long fingers wrapped around your forearm. You expected him to pull your hand away, but instead he turned his face towards you, looking you directly in the eye as his plush lips met the sensitive skin of your wrist and your hand paused its ministrations in his hair.

“That doesn’t count” you whispered breathlessly.

Unfurling from your position on the couch you moved towards the man, eyes flitting back and forth between his own with silent questions. Eric shuffled slightly and spread his legs, one of his large palms coming up to bracket your ribs and gently guide you onto his lap. You watched his tongue flick out to moisten his lips with a heavy lidded gaze as your thighs settled against his own. Shifting your hips to get comfortable had Eric’s head falling forward and his harsh breaths hitting your collarbone as he began to almost subconsciously lift his own hips up to meet you. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders allowed you to tighten your grip on the short hairs at the nape of his neck and Eric responded by scraping his teeth across your throat, latching onto your skin with much more confidence than the last time his lips teased you there.

“Eric” his name left your mouth in a breathless sigh as your head fell back as he continued his descent down your neck to your chest, his fingers itching at the hem of your sports bra. “Please.”

“Goddammit woman” he growled, practically ripping the offending garment from you body and surging forward to kiss you before your hair even had time to flutter back down across your shoulders. You ground down against his hardening erection and whined at the friction, it was nowhere near enough and you both knew it.

Eric’s hands explored your bare flesh as his tongue met yours and his clothed cock brushed up against your heated core. The sensations were overwhelming and he was quickly turning you into a whimpering mess. Your stomach somersaulted as you felt yourself dip backwards, Eric’s strong arms caging you against his torso as he stood from the couch and your legs wrapped around his waist automatically.

When he reached your bedroom, he lowered you gently onto the floor before placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you so your naked back was to his chest. You sucked in a breath when your eyes met his in the mirror, his own black with desire as he lowered his predatory gaze to take in your reflection, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Eric’s imposing frame shrunk as he crouched behind you, dragging your leggings and underwear down and holding your stare as he nibbled on the curve of your hip, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Eric” you warned, not daring to turn away from the show he was putting on in the mirror as he returned to his full height. You were now fully naked while he hadn’t even removed his jacket, not that you would complain when the soft leather felt so heavenly against your bare flesh, but you wanted to see him. All of him. With a mewl you reached behind you and palmed him, gripping his large girth and squeezing just the right amount. You stared at Eric’s reflection, awestruck as his eyes fluttered shut and his jaw clenched as you began to move your hand.

The heat building in your belly had you abandoning the mirror and spinning around to rest you hands on Eric’s waist, looking up at him imploringly. He raised a defiant eyebrow and you huffed, gently pushing him towards the bed where he sat with a gruff laugh. You had been careful not to touch his ribs but you were still worried about hurting him somehow. All you had wanted for the past couple of days was to soothe his aches with your adoration and now you finally could.

Standing between his bulky thighs you removed his jacket torturously slowly, sliding the leather down his shoulders with a quiet reverence. When his hands were free he reached up and brushed your jaw with his thumb, taking his time to admire you. You leaned forward to grant him a chaste kiss before moving on to his top. It was the same one he wore that day in the cafeteria when he had first made your heart stutter and your breath hitch, the fabric’s softness gave it away. As you lifted his t-shirt the purpling bruise across his abdomen came into full view and you let out an audible gasp when you saw it, it looked awful. Eric’s finger found your chin and tilted your face upwards so you could meet his eye.

“It’s fine, I promise.” His earnest smile melted away when he saw you relax in his grip and a salacious grin took its place, “you could still kiss it better though” he winked.

His grin soon fell when you began to lower yourself to your knees, hands planted firmly on his upper thighs. With his t-shirt removed you finally got to ogle the expanse of tattooed pale skin and the fine hair that littered his chest and stomach, drawing your eyes once again to the bulge in his pants, now mouth-wateringly close. Squeezing your thighs together to alleviate the growing ache in your core you lifted yourself slightly and began to pepper his torso with delicate, close-lipped kisses. Eric sucked in a breath as you brushed the delicate muscles of his injured ribs, but the twitching in his pants gave him away as you laved his abdomen with attention. You moved your hands to his belt and glanced up at him, all doe-eyed through your lashes.

“Can I?”

A subtle nod was your only response because the man was too far gone to verbalise his want, so you began to methodically unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his muscular legs, letting your nails scrape against the newly exposed skin. His black boxers were tight and you could see a faint hint of moisture where the tip of his cock was leaking precum into the fabric. You ran your hand up the length of his erection before dipping underneath the waistband of his boxers to pull them down. They only made it halfway down his thigh before you were licking a stripe up his length, flicking the tip of your tongue along the slit to taste his precum and hearing him hiss above you. You sucked the head of his swollen cock into your waiting mouth and fisted your hand around its base, lightly squeezing and moaning when more precum leaked into your mouth.

Just as you were finding your rhythm you felt his hands under your arms and you were quickly lifted up and onto the bed. The sheets were warm where the heat from Eric’s body had seeped through and you almost didn’t want to shuffle up the bed and leave the comfort of his warmth but the sight of Eric, crawling up the bed after you had you squirming towards the headboard.

The sensation of his teeth biting into your inner thigh was almost too much and your hands shot between you legs to grab fistfuls of his hair.

“Please, don’t tease.”

“Don’t be a hypocrite, sweetheart” he mumbled as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses across your legs and up towards your sopping cunt. All of a sudden you felt his tongue between your folds and his lips wrapped around your clit causing your whole body to shudder beneath him where his arm was wrapped across your stomach, pinning you down against the sheets. You felt the gentle caress of his other hand creeping across your skin, taunting you with his intent as he parted your folds.

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One of Eric’s thick fingers curling inside of you was bliss. Two was heaven. And you were practically writhing on the bed as the tension built in your gut, your impending orgasm almost blinding you before it had even begun. One last curl of those divine fingers had you arching off of the mattress and moaning Eric’s name like a prayer.

The feeling of his soft lips peppering kisses across your stomach and breasts brought you back to yourself and you tugged lightly on his shoulders, bringing him up to your face. Eric met your kiss with unmatched fervour and you couldn’t hold back the smile tugging at your cheeks, the taste of you both combining on your tongue as his erection dug into your thigh. You rutted up against him and he took the hint, positioning you so that your legs wrapped around his waist before dipping his hips and entering you.

It was torture and ecstasy combined as the slow roll of his hips allowed you to take him deeper with each gentle thrust. The stretch of you walls was both too much and not enough and you looped your arms around Eric’s back to rake your nails between his shoulder blades. The sensation of his dick jolting inside you as you clawed at his back had a knowing smirk spreading across your face. Eric held himself above you, resting on his elbows and caging you in with his forearms, hands tangled in your tousled hair. He matched your smirk with one of his own as he moved his hips in a way that had you gasping and stuttering his name, immediately wiping the smug grin off your face.  

“More” you whimpered as his plush lips once more found your throat.

“Say it.”

“Please.”

With your desperate plea Eric stopped holding back and finally began to thrust into you with the intensity that you both craved. Every roll of his hips had his cock brushing against your g-spot and your eyes were beginning to cross with the sensations it evoked.

You crooked your ankle beneath his leg and flipped him so that he was underneath you, his chest was heaving and the light dusting of hair across it was brushing against your nipples in the most delicious way.

“Who taught you that move?” He asked, grinning lasciviously.

“Hmm, let me think…”

You sank down on his dick and fell forward onto his chest, lifting your hips and dropping them back down against his own in a wicked rhythm that had him arching off of the bed. It wasn’t long before your walls began to flutter and you were a wanton mess above him, his grip on your hips tightened to hold you in place as he thrust up into you, chasing his own high alongside yours. You had never been more grateful for the Dauntless-issue birth control than in that moment. You were desperate to feel him pulsating within you and as your orgasm hit and your walls clamped down on his leaking cock you were granted your wish. Eric let out an animalistic groan as his hips stuttered. With his come painting your walls, you flopped down onto his sweaty chest fully sated.  

The room was silent aside from your combined panting. Eric brushed your sweat-slick hair off of your cheek as you lay on top of him, listening to his thundering heart.

“Will you stay?” You whispered into his neck, absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m more than happy to keep training you if that’s what you mean.” You felt his lips pull into a grin against your cheek and you slapped him lightly on his bare arm, trying not to notice how solid the muscle was beneath your palm.

“You know what I mean.” You lowered your head sheepishly. “This wasn’t just sex, right?”

You glanced up at him and watched his expression soften.

“No” he sighed, leaning in to seal your lips against his in a slow kiss. “It was never just sex.”

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Schoolboy Crush: Part 1, Part 2❤️‍🔥

Ghost in the Hallway

Simon Goes Fishing 🐇 💙

The Scout: Part 1 ❤️‍🔥 (in progress)

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Divergent:

🔪 Eric Coulter 🔪

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[wackyharpy]

Solicitude

Eric (Divergent) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eric takes care of his girlfriend after the hard day.

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A/N: English isn't my native language. I'm obsessed with this man, oh gods! Needed to write something like this. I'd be very happy for your comments and reblogs. Enjoy :)

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, fingering, p in v sex, she/her pronouns.

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She enters their shared apartment late in the evening locking the door. Muscles all over the body ache after hard trainings with the squad she's part of. Their commander always keeps them fit.

She finished her initiation taking the third place on the rankings board. Such success for a girl, who was one of the two among other male initiates, ended up with her becoming a part of the squad of the special purpose for secret missions.

Since the day their commander chose her, he has never regretted. It was a right decision. She is smart and witty — former Erudite — calm and placid — a perfect person not to blab plans and inside scoop.

Additionally, she's the youngest leader's girlfriend.

To start relationships with Eric wasn't an easy decision, but two years have already passed and they're still together. Unexpectedly, Eric has turned out to be a simple person to live with. Yes, the character he has, sometimes drives her crazy, although it's not the problem that can't be solved. He's dominant, intimidating and frightening, as he was the first time she met him during the initiation.

Nevertheless, she's discovered much more other facets of his personality. He's not just that cruel leader everybody is used to seeing him. Eric can cook — the first thing that surprised her a lot. He's a good listener and adviser. He motivates her to work and to become a better version of herself — she appreciates time they spend together in the gym where he shares his knowledge of how to obtain skillfulness in fighting, shooting, plotting plans and strategies.

They've learned how to be a leader and a subordinate, a mentor and a student outside the walls of their apartment. But here, they're only Eric and her. Just a boyfriend and his girlfriend.

She walks deeper in the room greeting Eric who is finishing dinner in the kitchen area. Dim lights of lanterns illuminate the space along with the moon whose rays permeate into through the panoramic windows — their apartment is situated on the upper floors of Dauntless compartment.

She rubs red weary eyes with her calloused palms, and sits at the table in the dining area. Exhales heavily. Eric places a plate with baked salmon and veggies in front of her. He constantly pays attention to her diet for her to have energy and be healthy.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly.

Being a leader, he's never provided her with advantages that may assist her easily gain a position in Dauntless. Some people may consider, she got her place in the squad because of Eric, though that's not true. Her efforts are the reason she's there. The only benefits she has is access to products of high-quality, good clothes, domicile and protection.

She eats every now and then looking at sharp features of Eric's face, at his perfect nose and slightly plump lips, at his cheekbones which she adores to contour with the finger. Her eyes go down viewing vividly black tattoos on the neck. She feels how something is tugging in the lower abdomen.

"Eat your meal. Stop gazing at me," she hears his voice's deep timbre. Abruptly, her cheeks turn pink and she chuckles. She sees how a perfect line of Eric's lips twitches in a smirk.

"Salmon is really good," she praises dinner.

"Mhm... received two fresh fish this morning."

***

They finish dinner and clean the table, then do the washing-up together. Eric hides two plates in the shelf above the faucet and turns to her immediately embracing her little petite figure with his strong arms.

"Tired?" The serene tone of his voice soothes her.

She cuddles closer to his chest smelling a pleasant male scent, and just nods. She feels a soft kiss on her forehead, and then Eric rises her from the ground taking to the bathroom.

After brushing their teeth — they've got used to do all this plain routine together, the couple gets ready to take the shower. Eric turns on water and begins to undress her. She yawns finally feeling how much her muscles are strained, in need of rest. Hooded eyes watch how Eric attentively takes off all of her clothes, then undresses himself.

He's not a type of guy to say "love you" and other sweet nothings about his feelings, but she doesn't need that. She's got used to his own tongue of showing love and affection.

Before stepping into the shower cabin, Eric checks the temperature of water, only then leads her inside along with him. She closes her eyes relaxing under warm streams realizing how much her body's got exhausted. Eric massages her shoulders gently once in a while placing kisses on them, her neck, or back. He helps to soothe knots in her strained muscles. She sighs contendetly leaning back on his powerful chest. She feels that Eric is smiling, feels his tender touching on her hips and stomach. She enjoys such moments when he takes a lead, dominates but gently, and looks after her. At times like this, she feels safe and peaceful.

After the shower, he dries her wrapping in the soft towel. Eric takes her face and kisses her affectionately and possessively.

"Fancy sex?" His look is demanding and piercing.

She bites her lower lip that doesn't escape Eric's attention.

She nods, also adding:

"But I'm too tired to be active in bed."

He is silent for several seconds, just rubs her cheeks with the thumbs. Then responds:

"I'll take care of you."

With these words, he leads her to their bed that stands opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows. She sinks in the black linen that smells of them. After coming into contact with the duvet, her head and eyelids suddenly feel heavy. Drowsiness washes over her, foggy curtain falls onto her eyes.

Eric lies beside her and she immediately snuggles her nose into his bicep closing her eyes, giving her whole body to him. He unwraps the towel revealing her steamed, after the shower, body.

His calloused hand creases her breasts, plays with her already hard nipples and then goes down reaching her labia. Eric rubs them leisurely watching her reactions. She's a bit sleepy, though still reacts to his movements gasping quietly. He finds her pulsating clit giving it proper attention until her pussy is wet enough to insert two fingers inside. Her moist insides welcome them and he starts gentle but steady movements back and forth. She breathes out, moans a little, and Eric looms his head over brushing his lips against hers.

"Like it?"

"Mhm," she cuddles closer, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Open your legs wider," he commands whispering.

She obediently does as he orders. His thrusts become faster. She feels hotness rushing to her core, something tugs, then her walls clench, and she releases sticky juices orgasming. She exhales heavily feeling pleasant relief.

Eric takes out his fingers spreading clammy liquid of her pussy all over her entrance and inner labia. He pumps his already hard dick for some time and settles himself comfortably between her lean legs. He rubs pinkish head of the cock against her drenched folds, then starts intruding with his member inside.

Eric bites his lower lip feeling how her enjoyable tightness wraps his member. They both gasp. He looms over her hiding her safely from the world conquering all her senses with only his presence.

"Eric..." sweet moan of hers.

His thrusts are slow and gentle — he's not planning to make rough sex tonight. He wants her to enjoy herself, relax, and ultimately sleep peacefully.

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[carelesslywriting]

Mercy - Eric Coulter

This is day 3 of 10 for my 10 days of music prompt! There's still some open songs available on my pinned post to choose from if you'd like to request an imagine. Based off of Mercy by Shawn Mendes.

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1395 Trigger Warnings: death Note: These imagines are my own work and I do not consent to distribution of my work elsewhere!

"You always do this shit, Y/N! I don't have time to spend with you, you know I work crazy hours and that's not my fault," Eric shouted at you, tightly crossing his arms across his chest as he glared over at you. 

You didn't ask for much from Eric, you know his hours, all you were asking for was some time spent together at the end of the night in some form. It's been what feels like weeks to you where you've only seen glimpses of Eric, and it's been starting to take a toll on you. Why couldn't he understand all you were asking for was 15 minutes of acknowledgment or even just a conversation before he went to bed or started his wind-down routine?

"I'm not asking for a lot, Eric," You retorted, feeling defeated before you even opened your mouth to continue. "This fight is the most interaction I've had with you in weeks! You don't even ask me how my day is. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart," Your voice got quieter towards the end, and you decided to stop speaking there because you didn't want to break down and cry in front of him. 

"Bullshit," Eric responded, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so fucking insecure and maybe try being understanding. I'm so sick of this shit from you when I get home after a long day."

"Eric I'm opening my heart up to you about how I feel and you call me insecure? Why can't you ever be supportive? Why can't you ever just tell me that how I'm feeling isn't crazy, or that you miss me too and want to spend some sort of time with me when you can? I can't take this anymore, would you please have some mercy on me?" You begged, a tear falling from your eye. 

"Mercy? Seriously?" Eric asked, scoffing. "That's so pathetic. I don't have to comfort you for every little thing, that's not my problem." You wiped the tear that fell from your eye, looking down at the ground and taking in Eric's words. Nothing is ever going to change. You sighed, looking back up into Eric's cold eyes. 

"Fine, then I need you to set me free because this isn't fair to me anymore," You spoke, voice shaking, looking for any type of emotion from Eric. 

He stayed silent, just staring at you. After a minute of silence, you decided to walk out the door before he could even say anything. Your pride is all you've got left, and your heart shattered at the thought that Eric could just never take it easy on you or try to understand you. You felt like nothing but a puppet being pulled by its strings whenever you tried communicating anything that hurt you, and you didn't know if you could take any more. He always manipulated and weaponized your feelings against you. 

You took off running towards the chasm, more tears falling from your eyes as you thought of the past year and the relationship with Eric. You gave so much for so little in return, he didn't even care that you left. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize how slippery the bridge over the chasm was, or that Eric had followed you. 

"Y/N!" Eric yelled out, taking you by surprise. And snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You whipped around, in shock that he followed, but the next thing you felt was losing your balance due to your foot slipping. You cried out, trying to reach out to anything that could keep you from falling. You heard Eric shout out your name again as you just barely gripped onto the edge of the bridge with the fingertips of one of your hands. A final tear left your eye as you realized you weren't going to be able to hang on. You saw Eric's hand reach for yours to try and grab you, but he was a second too late. His face was the last thing you saw as you fell to your death. 

Eric shouted out for you, looking at the hand that almost had your wrist. It all happened so fast. He looked around frantically, not wanting to believe he had just witnessed you fall. The sound of your body as it hit the ground below was going to be a sound forever pierced into his ears. All the air inside his lungs felt like it had disappeared as he started to hyperventilate. He continued to shout out for you, tears falling from his face down to the bottom of the chasm where you laid. One minute you were together, and the next you were gone, just like that. 

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," Eric cried out to the void. "Come back, fuck, COME BACK! Please Y/N..." 

A crowd began to gather around as Eric continued to call out for you. He hung over the ledge, arm still out like he would be able to save you from the fate you just suffered. Max and Four quickly followed the sound of the commotion and yanked Eric off the ground the moment they saw him leaning over the edge. Both men had to use all their force to wrestle him away from the edge of the chasm and into a more secluded area, away from all the people who ended up gathering around him. 

"Eric, what the hell happened?" Max asked. 

"Y/N.." Eric trailed off, "She slipped, I couldn't grab her in time."

Four's face instantly dropped. Eric fell back down to the ground, head in his hands as he quietly sobbed. He didn't care how weak he looked, he just lost the one thing he loved. He was always prepared to sacrifice his life for you, and instead of him dying, it was you. The pain he felt swelling up in his chest was unlike any type of physical pain he'd ever felt before. He was internally begging for the same mercy you just begged him for. His cold, hard exterior that he'd maintained for his entire life fell the moment you did. If he hadn't yelled at you, hadn't called you names, if he had just listened to what you had to say, if he had asked you to stay.. all the what if's were now running through his head as he silently begged to be woken up from the nightmare he was in. 

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Eric jumped out from the seat he was in, breathing heavily as he ripped the wire off his head. He quickly wiped the tears on his face and looked around the room trying to reorientate himself to reality. He got up quickly, pacing the room and trying to ground himself as he kept repeating in his head that it was just his fear landscape and it wasn't real. 

Eric's fear landscape was complicated. When he was originally an initiate, this specific fear was mild. He was never too worried about pushing people away and losing them. However, after he met you, this fear gradually grew and developed into his worst fear. Every time he ran this landscape, it never got easier.  

It's hard to switch the coldness required to do his job off when it comes to you. The love Eric feels for you is complicated because of that. He's petrified of losing you, but he doesn't know how to not be argumentative and defensive when it comes to feelings. While he's been able to manage it for the most part within your relationship now, he's scared that might not be the case in the future. He wants to have that type of mercy for you, he truly doesn't mean to hurt you when he does. That's why he continues to suffer and run this landscape every week until he can figure out how to make it easier and beat it. 

Once Eric felt he had his composure back, he realized he was late for meeting you for a quick lunch. It reminded him of the landscape, how he constantly blew you off and tore you apart that way. With that thought in mind, he quickly hurried out the door to meet you. One small step at a time, Eric was working to be the type of guy he felt you needed.

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[theblackhate]

MATERIALIST

-Eric Coulter

Knowledge: Prologue, pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5

-Four

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[sugarcandydoll]

hi angels! ♡👼🏼💗 i am 21, she/her looking for a divergent double up rp where you play eric for my oc and i play a character of your choice for yours. ♡🎀 i am anywhere from semi-lit, lit, and novella, meaning i write at least two paragraphs!! ♡🫶🏼💕 i am into dark themes & nsfw, so pls be 18+! pls either interact with this post or dm me if ur interested!! ♡ i usually rp on discord, my username is sugardollyxoxo. i am so excited for our rp!! ♡🙈💓

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[radioactive-creative-bug]

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[nickynop]

(Tw: mental health, blades, just in general violent stuff)

The escape. (Codependent pt 7)

'This will work. It just has to work.' you thought to yourself. You were sat back waiting for the usual sounds of the guards. Internal clock telling you it wouldn't be long before they showed up. Anticipation rolling around in your body, making your skin crawl. Adrenaline was fighting to take over, it wasn't clear if you wanted to throw up or run laps.

Long laps, like the laps you used to do around the dauntless facility. It hurts, you'd give anything to be there right now, exhausting yourself with running, waving at your friends/coworkers.

'Please, please work.'

You just had to get home, even death didn't feel like an actual option. It was such a need that swelled around your chest. Fingers starting to tap on the ground to try and release some of the energy.

"Hey" you heard the word but for some reason your brain didn't focus on it. "Hey y/n... You need calm down." It came from a quiet but gruff voice, and this time it snapped you out of your head. You flicked your eyes up, looking over to Eric who just stared back "If they see you all jittery they're gonna be suspicious." he said, voice going lower and softer. "Take a breath." He was right, of course. It took a bit to reply but eventually you managed to choke out a "Right.". It felt like you were chewing on the word with the struggle you had forcing it past the lump in your throat.

You spent the rest of that time trying to calm your breathing and anxious stomach. You thought you started doing pretty good until you heard the door unlock and start to open. Your hands clenched, all the feelings rushing back, all you could do was try and mask it. Keeping the rest of your body loose and tired looking. Both of you were slumped against the wall. Eric pretended that their entering had woke him up.

He must of done an okay job, they didn't look twice at either of you. Just came over and started picking you both up to drag you away.

Once they started actually moving you, your heart leapt and you gave one last subtle look at Eric. Hoping he could hear your thoughts of the wishes-no, prayers of good luck. His eyes were borderline unreadable, he just looked at you like maybe it was the last time. And maybe it was.

Your head spun the entire way to your room. Making sure it had the plan clearly set up and that you would be able to do every step. You didn't even really register when you entered the room, not realizing you were there until you felt your legs getting restrained.

The reality that it was time started hitting you. 'fuck this is it' 'it's all up to this day' were the thoughts that poured through your head, just a bit longer then you would be ready to unleash hell. Fighting to keep your breathing easy as you tried to subtly look around, looking for anything you could use to aid your escape and hell making. There were plenty of big objects but not a lot that you could see getting your hands on for your initial release.

Attention snapped to your side as the doctor rolled over a tray over next to you. It had a lot of scary sharp things on it. The fuck was his plan for you today? You pondered it for a moment, having all the worst images enter your brain before again deciding you couldn't stay to find out.

Looking at the things in the tray you decided needed one, but how to get it? I mean your hands weren't tied up yet, sure. But those big guys are still in here to see you if you make a hasty grab at it. You'd have to be really sneaky, and patient. Which proved difficult. Time felt so slow waiting for any possible window allowing you to grab anything.

It was an anxious agony trying to stay calm. There were a few times your brain yelled 'Now!' but immediately followed by a 'no, no wait, not yet'. This repeated for awhile until you noticed a true opportunity present itself.

The doctor was currently working on getting a bunch of syringes filled with unidentifiable liquids. And the guards were taking their attention away from you, whispering to each other. Was this the moment? Fuck you had to be quick if it is. You watched as the two men turned around, checking some sheets on the door while still whispering. Their own distraction from you only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough. You reached your hand out and grabbed something that looked like a small saw, bringing it back and tucking it under your thigh by where your hands are usually restrained. By the time they turned around you looked like you had a few seconds ago.

And to your relief they didn't even question it. The doctor slid his other tray over, none the wiser. He grabbed your forearm, lifting it to start putting I.V.'s in. Not letting them run yet, just getting them in place. As usual he was rough.

As soon as he got them where he wanted he looked at the men "I'm ready for their arms to be restrained" the men nodded, walking over instantly to do so. As usual they had your hands at your thighs, right next to where you put your little tool. Thank God.

Once they were done the doctor dismissed them. And they nodded at him before turning to leave the room. 'Back to Eric now" you thought to yourself. Counting on their routine to be the same.

And it was. As usual they left quickly, and once they were gone the doctor started speaking "I've got a special treatment for you day. One I've been itching to try." his voice was horrid. Slick with malicious intent. It pissed you off. He turned around again, getting something on his computer turned on, mumbling to himself. You took this moment to slide your fingers under your thigh, pulling out the very tiny saw and pointing it up towards you. Slipping it in-between your straps and actual skin.

Quietly but quickly you started moving it. Trying to make quick work of the material.

When he turned back to you, you slowed. Not stopping but trying to make sure the movement didn't catch his eye. He strode back over. Looking over his syringes. Probably trying to decide which one he wanted first.

You were starting to break out in a sweat, gently pulling the arm that was trying to free itself, putting pressure against the now weak attachment it had. He finally put down his hand and picked one up.

That was the moment. As quick and as chaotic as the day they took you. Your hand holding the saw broke free, swinging up.

His head shot towards you but before he could do anything you slammed the saw down onto his shoulder. Pulling back to it cut through clothes and flesh.

A scream rang out from him as he stumbled back a bit, half out of shock and half out of pain. You took those moments to bring the saw down to your other restrained wrist and legs quickly cut it free. It was easy when you had the entire strength of an arm to push through them. Quickly removing the I.Vs you hopped up, turning your attention back to him just in time to see him start to charge you, you didn't need to see his eyes to tell he was fucking pissed.

Yelling back, you also started charging. When he got close enough to swipe at you, you easily swayed back, years of being dauntless still keeping you quick. You then leapt forward, kicking him in his chest. He stumbled back more, exposing all the important parts of his body. You took that moment to lean forward again, delivering a swift punch to the throat. He may be the enemy but it's clear he definitely doesn't have any sort of combat training. He immediately bent over, coughing and grabbing his throat. He was gonna be the easiest part of all this. Heart pounding in your chest and ears, you then reached down, grabbing his head roughly and slamming it into the table next to you. The adrenaline was definitely working, you felt strong and got proof of the fact you were when his body fell to the floor, limp. You stood over him for a few seconds, waiting for any sign of movement. There was nothing.

He was out cold. And now you needed to move to the next part of the plan and get those guys to leave Eric's room and come back to yours. Standing back, body shaking, you turned your head till you see the very obvious alarm button. Stammering forward, you lifted your arm and slammed your elbow into the glass till it broke so you could hit the alarm. A few seconds after hitting it, a horrid alarm sound started blaring, accompanied by a flashing red like through the room.

You knew there had to be those guards on their way back. Which means the first part of the plan had worked. This knowledge seeped into you. As it did, a wave washed over you. It took you from feeling like you were shaky and gonna hurl, to nothing. You didn't feel scared or mad, not even happy. You just felt focused. Ready for this to be over.

You let out a smooth breath and headed over to the syringe tray. Picking up two syringes, one that looked like the stuff they made you feel like you caught on fire and the other was a mystery. Hopefully it was something that would be helpful to you. Holding them both in one hand, you hurried to the other side of the room. There was the big stuff you had seen earlier, you picked up one that seemed to have good weight and sturdiness. No idea what it was but it didn't really matter now.

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[whiskeyswriting]

Natural Masterlist

Preview

Chapter 1: Natural

Chapter 2: Gloves Up

Chapter 3: Fighter

Chapter 4: Bring Me To Life

Chapter 5:

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😍pairing: Eric Coulter x F!Reader | ⚠️warning: canon typical violence in the series; mentions of blood, knife; implied smut

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[kaiyaamin]

Eric Coulter head cannons

You and Eric’s relationship would be private with occasional kisses or he would hold your hand under the table or loosely around your chair.

He would be more of an asshole just to show everyone just because he's dating you doesn't mean he went soft. (but we all know he went a little soft😉).

THIS MAN WILL GET JEALOUS OVER ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.

He would glare at anyone if they were doing bad or if a guy was flirting with you, Eric just comes and wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck or just fights the guy.

Training together and by that I mean just you sitting on top of him while he does pushups and getting a kiss for each one

He would totally have a weird workout schedule. Like you would wake up at 2 in the morning just to see Eric doing pushups. He looks at you. You look at him. And he continues. You go back to dreaming about how hot he was doing those pushups.😍

Eric would definitely be the type to have pet names for you like ‘princess’, ‘babe’, or ‘sweetheart’.

Eric is the kind of guy who is an asshole to everyone and you would never think he has a lover, but probably has the sweetest girlfriend in the whole faction.

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

RW: Relapse (Triggers!!)

(A/N) Another request! Please don’t read this if any of the warnings trigger you! And if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Wether to a friend, your parents/guardians, a teacher or even me. You are not alone.

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Warnings: EATING DISORDER, SELF HARM, blood, vomiting, MENTAL ILLNESS

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“Aren’t you a feeling warm Y/N?” My eyes landed on Four, a longtime friend who was standing beside me. He was pointing at the hoodie I had on. It was one of Eric’s and I loved wearing it, but he was right. I was feeling hot as fuck, but I couldn’t take it off.

“No…I’m feeling rather cold actually…maybe I’m coming down with something.” My eyes moved back to observe the training room. It was occupied by the new initiates who were all stationed at punching bags, practicing. Eric was moving around, observing and sometimes correcting the initiates.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I watched him. We had been together for a few years now, and I knew I could trust him, but the way he studied those girls. All of them, young and thin and beautiful. He could have any of them. He could have anyone in the faction and yet he chose me. Old, fat, miserable me.

I sighed at the thought and felt an itch in my fingers, that I knew all too well. Begging to get a blade and…well…

“Y/N? Are you okay?” I once again looked at Four. He looked worried and I knew that by then, he had guessed what was going on. My eyes returned to Eric, who was watching us.

“I…I have to go.” As quick as my feet carried me, I ran out of the training room and down the hallways until I reached the apartment I shared with Eric.

I punched in the code and quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind me.

Now I was just standing there, leaning against the door of our apartment, knowing that he deserved better than me. Without thinking, I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. It had become such a routine in the last few days that I, without hesitation, pushed my finger down my throat, until my body reacted, and the contents of my stomach landed in the toilet. I kneeled there for a few minutes, until I was sure my stomach was empty and that nothing more was coming out.

Breathing heavily, I leaned back against the wall. My eyes once again landed on the toilet and I could see some of the puke. I got to my feet and quickly flushed it down, before I dared to look in the mirror.

My face was red, my cheeks covered in tears and my eyes puffy. I hadn’t even realized that I was crying.

With another sigh, I filled a cup with water and quickly washed out my mouth. All though, the water wasn’t enough to get the taste out of my mouth, I felt at least a bit better. I searched for the mouthwash, but only found an empty bottle. Of course, Eric would finish it and neither tell me that we need a new one, nor get one himself. Frustrated, I threw the bottle in the trash when my eyes landed on a bunch of tissues. I carefully picked it up and unwrapped the blade I had hidden there in the morning. Tears formed in my eyes as I carefully lifted the sleeve of the hoodie and saw the cuts from just a few hours ago. I was about to cut into my skin, when there was a loud banging on the bathroom floor.

“Y/N? Y/N are you in there?” He sounded panicked.

Eric POV

As soon as Y/N ran out of the training room, I walked up to Four. I wanted to run after her immediately, but we had to keep our composure in front of the initiates.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N really is the only reason Four and I are able to talk to each other without fighting. But now, he looked worried.

“Eric…I think she’s relapsed.” I frowned.

“Relapsed? No, I would’ve noticed that.” Four sighed.

“She is wearing a hoodie, Eric. Do you know how hot it is?”

“She told me that she’s been cold all morning. She said that she thinks she is coming…down…with something.” Four only nodded. Shit. How could I be that blind? Those were the exact same excuses she used last time. My eyes widened.

“Go. I’ll take care of the initiates.” I just nodded at Four, before I calmly walked out of the training room. But as soon as I was sure the initiates could no longer see or hear me, I started sprinting.

I was running as fast as I could and pushed away everyone that was in my way. I think I had never reached the apartment that quickly. As I punched in the code, my fingers trembled, causing me to press a wrong number.

“Shit.” I had to wait for the annoying peeping noise to stop before I could try again. Without hesitation, I threw the door open and rushed inside, not even thinking about closing it behind me. I knew that she’d be in the bathroom, so I immediately rushed there and started hammering against the door.

“Y/N? Y/N are you in there?”

“Y/N? Y/N are you in there?” I huffed, annoyed when my girlfriend didn’t answer me. She’d been acting weird for a few days now, ever since one of the new faction members flirted with me. I had shut her down as quickly as possible, but Y/N took it personal. I’ve tried my best to reassure her, but since then, she’s been spending a lot of time in the bathroom, and barely talked to me.

“Y/N?” I tried once more, before I decided to leave. I had taken two steps when I heard a loud thump. I immediately turned back and hammered at the door.

“Y/N! Open the fucking door!” She didn’t react, so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I took a few steps back and kicked in the door, hoping that I wouldn’t injure Y/N in any way.

I quickly rushed in and found Y/N on the floor, unconscious and blood all over her. I kneeled down beside her and shook her carefully, trying to wake her up. She wouldn’t respond. I picked up her wrist, noticing a bunch of cuts along her arm. The cause of the bleeding.

I took of my shirt and wrapped it around her arm as tightly as I could, before I placed my fingers on her neck.

“Thank fuck. She’s got a pulse.” I quickly picked Y/N’s unconscious body up and headed to the medical station as quick as I could.

“Y/N! Please!” I was banging on the door when Y/N finally opened up. She looked at me surprised.

“Eric, wha-?” Before she could finish the question, I pulled her into a hug, crushing her body against mine. She didn’t react for a moment, before she wrapped her arms around me tightly and started to sob against my chest. I held her tight while my eyes scanned the bathroom. I first noticed some puke on the toilet. She threw up. And then, my eyes landed on the blade that was laying on the floor.

I continued to hold her, until she had somewhat calmed down. Without question, she followed me when I led her to the bedroom and had her sit down on the bed. I kneeled down in front of her and carefully took her hands into mine, before I turned them around. Both wrists, which were already littered with scars, had fresh wounds on them.

I looked up at her, tears in my eyes, but she wouldn’t look at me. Letting go of one of her hands, I used my now free one, to lift her chin until she was looking at me.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. I know words can’t just…make this do away. But I’ll do everything you need me to. I’ll always be here for you and…I’ll support you every step you make. I love you. So fucking much.”

She started to cry again and picked her up, sitting down on the bed and setting her down on my lap. We just sat there, both of us crying and when both of us calmed down, I pressed a kiss against her forehead, before I carried her to the bathroom, where our first aid kit was.

I sat her down on the edge of the bathtub and while kneeling in front her, I carefully cleaned and bandaged her wounds.

After that, we went back to bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothes. We spent the rest of the day cuddling in bed. And tomorrow…well, we’ll take on tomorrow when it comes, for now, all I wanted to do was hold her. And I did.

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[duramaters]

Try Me // E.C.

Synopsis: You pass initiation by the skin of your teeth and Eric isn’t too happy about you joining Dauntless 

Warnings: Smut (18+), explicit language, threat, characters are aged up

Word Count: 2.9k

Initiation had been tough and you had come shamefully close to fucking up your fear landscape, but you scraped through thanks to Four’s guidance. You could tell that your success had irritated Eric. It may have had something to do with the fact that you still retained some of your more subtle Amity traits despite the fact that Dauntless should have wiped that out of you during your initiation. The Candors were still allowed to be brutally honest and the Erudite could still rely on their intelligence so why couldn’t you maintain your sunny disposition? You weren’t the only Amity initiate that year, but the other was a boy clearly destined for a future in Dauntless so he had a much easier time of it than you, especially with Eric. Tall, stupid, brooding Eric. He had been a thorn in your side since you jumped off that rooftop but you had been adamant that you would prove him wrong, even if it was just out of spite and not some twisted sense of self-preservation.

You were heading back to your room after dinner at the pit when you noticed the aforementioned thorn leaning against the wall, cleaning his fingernails with a rather sharp looking knife. Typical Eric intimidation tactic. His position meant that you would have to walk awfully close to the edge of the chasm to get passed him which was not something you felt entirely comfortable with and the glint in his eye as he looked at you suggested that he was well aware of this.

“Initiate.” He stood to his full height as you approached and turned his body to completely block your path.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept that I am a fully fledged Dauntless now Coulter, but I’m sure you’ll adjust eventually” you smiled up at him sarcastically. There was venom in your tone and the quirk of his eyebrow hinted that he wasn’t expecting such an impudent response. Amity passivity be damned. You half expected him to grab you by the throat and launch you into the chasm as punishment for your audacity, but to your complete surprise he merely shoved passed you. It didn’t escape your notice that his broad shoulder pushed you into the safety of the wall and not the raging torrent to your right. You faltered for a moment at the realisation, knowing that he had come close to killing people for less. Eventually, your mind caught up with your body and you carried on to your room, trying not to overthink Eric’s actions.

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You had told your friends about what had happened with Eric the next day during your morning workout. Will refused to believe that Eric hadn’t throttled you at the first chance he got and you grimaced at the thought.

“You should see how far you can push him!” Christina suggested in typical Christina fashion.

“I didn’t get through initiation just to get myself killed now!” You laughed at her absurdity. Although her idea did sound kind of appealing, you knew Eric was not one to have his buttons pushed and let you get away with it.

“I wonder if he’d make it quick and snap your neck or if he’d torture you slowly?” Will wondered aloud before suddenly going wide eyed at something behind you.

“It would definitely be slow and torturous. You’d be begging by the end.” Immediately your face flushed bright red and the hair on your arms stood on end as Eric bent down and whispered threateningly in your ear. You stared open-mouthed at your companions as Eric laughed and brushed passed you, the touch of his leather jacket on your bare arm eliciting an involuntary shiver. There was absolutely no need for such close contact, you thought.

“That was hot.” Your friend smirked, and as much as it pained you to admit it, Christina wasn’t wrong.

You finished your workout and absolutely did not look over at Eric, now covered in sweat with a single piece of hair falling alluringly into his eyes. You really weren’t expecting the image to make your stomach flutter. God what had happened to you? Did the feeling of finally being safe and no longer facing the stresses of initiation mean that your subconscious had latched onto something new and equally as daunting? His earlier comment had definitely not helped matters that was for sure. Christina nudged your shoulder, bringing you back to the present with a knowing look. You simply sipped your water and acted oblivious, throwing one last glance at the tattooed leader before heading out of the gym to the showers.

~~~

That night you had forgotten all about Eric and his comment and you were blissfully lounging in your bed with a book waiting for the bath to fill. Will had made you complete a rather intense workout to make sure you didn’t start slacking now that official training was over and your muscles were in agony so a warm bubble bath was a much needed indulgence. Once the tub had filled you stripped off your clothes, chucked your hair up into a bun and slipped into the water, trying not to hiss at the pleasure of your loosening muscles. You had left your book on your night stand and you were too relaxed to go and get it so you let your eyes slip closed and simply enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness.

The feel of fingers lightly caressing your throat, sliding delicately up your neck before gently clamping down on your jugular was an unexpected sensation. A moan slipped from your mouth at the pressure and you felt a disturbance in the water - another hand was sliding its way across your inner thigh, heading straight for your rapidly warming core. Nails bit into the flesh of your leg and you groaned, lifting your hips ever so slightly, silently begging for more. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, unprepared to find the lust blown gaze of Eric Coulter staring back at you. With a splash you woke up and spluttered bubbles and bathwater out of your mouth. You didn’t realise you had fallen asleep. The water was now lukewarm but your skin was ablaze with the imagined touches of a man who had tormented you for months. You reasoned that your exhausted mind had just latched on to Will’s earlier mention of Eric throttling you and that there was nothing at all erotic about your feelings for your leader. You shook off the dream and hastily got ready for bed, adamant that you’d wake up refreshed and with Eric no longer occupying valuable brain space.

~~~

The next few days passed relatively uneventfully but your peace was bound to be interrupted at some point. One of the patrol crew had been injured and as the lowest ranking member working in control you had to take his place until he recovered. Four ran you through the protocol and you headed off to meet the rest of the crew before the train arrived. You hadn’t thought to question where you were going to be stationed but the sight of the farmland and fields of your old faction had you wishing you had. Luckily the crew stationed at this part of the fence was fairly large so you stayed in the centre of the pack, hoping to remain anonymous. As you reached the top of the ladder your eyes were met with a pair of black Dauntless issue combat boots. Your gaze travelled up to glare at whoever was blocking you from getting onto the platform and shock horror, it was none other than Eric Coulter. You rolled your eyes at his infuriating acknowledgment.

“Initiate.”

“Coulter.”

“Control room getting a bit stuffy was it? Thought you’d get a bit of fresh air?” He smirked down at you and your hands were starting to get sweaty with your grip on the ladder.

“Max’s orders. Now please move.” You hoisted yourself up onto the wall, but Eric had only taken the slightest step back so that when you straightened up you were almost touching and your eyes were level with the blocks of ink running up his throat. You fought back the sudden and very invasive urge to lick them. You did however give into to the urge to toy with him. If he was going to actively try to get you all flustered you were damn well going to do the same. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and with a small smirk, moistened your lips.

“Where do you want me?” You questioned. If you thought your pathetic attempt at seduction would have any effect whatsoever on Eric’s stoic glare you were sorely mistaken. He merely pointed to the farthest end of the wall from where you currently stood and marched off in the opposite direction.  

As the sun rose higher over the fields you found yourself removing more and more layers of clothing until you were in just your vest and leggings. You had pulled your hair up into a ponytail, hoping that at least a light breeze on your neck would help cool you down. No such luck. The hours passed slowly and since you weren’t part of the regular crew no one really spoke to you. The boredom was agonising and you found your mind wandering once again to Eric. You’d have to ask Christina for her advice when you got back to the compound. Or get Four to remind you of all the cruel, antagonistic things Eric had said and done to you during your initiation in the hopes that it would snap you out of your budding infatuation. Because you hated to admit it, but you were starting to become really attracted to the man.

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By the time you got back to the compound you were sweating in places you didn’t even realise you could sweat so you immediately headed to your room with the intention of a cold shower before heading down to the pit to meet up with your friends. You stared down at the concrete as you walked, lost in thought about what you’d say to Christina and Four about your current predicament. By the time you looked up to unlock the door it was too late to turn tail and run. Eric was stood directly in front of you, one broad shoulder against the wall and his right leg slung over his ankle. You frowned at him as you continued your approach. Wordlessly questioning why he would be at your door, and how he managed to get here before you when you had gotten off the train at the same time. There were definitely secret corridors you didn’t know about, you surmised.

“What do you want now?” You huffed at him as you pulled your key card from your back pocket, trying to act as unfazed by his presence as possible. His brow was furrowed and he didn’t seem to hear your question.

“Did you want to reveal any more skin today or is that quite enough?” His voice was deep and laced with anger. Or was it frustration.

“I didn’t realise there was a rule against wearing appropriate clothing when you’re sweating your tits off.” You rolled your eyes at him when, at the mention of tits, he glanced down at your chest before catching himself and returning your glare.

“The other guys on patrol were staring.” Was that a hint of possessiveness you detected?

“Eric,” you grinned, “you’re staring.” You huffed out a small chuckle, but it got stuck in your throat when you looked up at him and saw how serious he looked. He slowly surrounded you, invading your space, but not close enough to be considered indecent if someone happened to walk by.

“Don’t you want me to?” He whispered, sounding almost earnest. Your breath hitched and you suddenly didn’t know where to look. Focusing on a point over his shoulder, you felt a blush rise up to your cheeks. Did you want him to stare at you? Well, when he looked like he did right now you did. Biting you lip at the thought you turned your gaze back to his face and oh - those eyes were the same lust blown eyes you had dreamt about.

“Yes.” Your voice was barely audible and Eric bent his head down ever so slightly to catch your words.

“Unlock the door, Initiate.” His voice had got even raspier and you thought back to Christina’s comment, wandering how far you could push him.

“Ask nicely.”

“No.”

Eric plucked the key card out of your hand and swiped it against the lock. Pushing the door open so you fell backwards, his arm snaking around your waist to catch you. The door closed with a heavy thud and you were slammed up against it. Eric’s gaze turned hungry. His hands were now resting against your hips and you noticed that he was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Before you could stop yourself you surged upwards and licked at the drop of crimson forming below his teeth and Eric didn’t hesitate to suck your tongue into his mouth in response, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips. You didn’t think it was possible for your bodies to get any closer, but with a light nudge from his knee your legs were parted and he had pulled you down against his muscular thigh. You were so turned on you almost came from that alone. His hands had crept under the hem of your top and were burning the sensitive flesh on your stomach, it was heavenly but you didn’t want them there. You wanted them around your throat.

“Eric,” you sighed, “please.” You were too far gone to verbalise your want, but Eric knew exactly what you needed. He moved his hand tantalisingly slowly across your stomach and up between your breasts, avoiding your hardened nipples in favour of your preferred destination. Just like your dream, his fingers caressed your carotid artery before applying the pressure that you craved. Your eyes rolled back and you rubbed yourself against his thigh, seeking more friction than your clothes would allow. Eric was panting and as you lowered your hand to palm him through his trousers he screwed his eyes shut in a hopeless attempt to regain some self-control. You were sucking at his throat, finally tasting his beautiful tattooed skin, but you wanted more. Once you had initiated the removal of his clothes it wasn’t long before you were both completely naked, marvelling at each other through the haze of desire that had overtaken you. You didn’t know if you could make it to the bed on your wobbly legs, so you stood on your tip toes, kissing along Eric’s jaw before jumping up to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“Fuck.” He muttered into your neck, lightly biting down on your shoulder. “Wanted this for so long, can’t wait much longer.” You didn’t fully register what he had said, but you knew you felt the exact same way so you ground your hips against his, the wetness of your cunt coating his throbbing cock.

“Then do something about it.” You groaned against his jaw. You didn’t need to tell him twice. The man shoved you back into the door and thrust his cock into you, immediately bottoming out. It was too much, but you took it willingly, vision going white with pleasure.

“Shit. Sorry.” Eric stuttered.

“Shut up.” You murmured before melding your mouth to his, silently reassuring him that you were fine with him being rough with you. He took the hint and began moving within you, almost completely removing himself before surging back into your tight warmth. Your hands roved over his chest, brushing over his sensitive nipples before looping around his back and leaving scratches across his shoulder blades. He grunted into your mouth and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Good to know you weren’t the only one that liked a bit of pain with your pleasure. He grazed his teeth over your lower lip and suddenly the door was no longer at your back. You assumed he was walking you towards the bed and when he lowered you into the sheets without pulling out of you, you sighed in sheer bliss. Eric grabbed at your forearms, releasing your grip on his shoulders, and hoisted them above your head all while thrusting into you at an unforgiving pace. Your inevitable undoing came when he moved one of his hands from your wrists and brought it back up to your throat, squeezing somewhat harder than before. As soon as your brain registered his touch, your pussy clenched around him and you turned your head, shouting his name into the bedsheets. Your orgasm was so intense and your spasming walls squeezed his cock so deliciously that Eric was coming without warning, groaning into your chest with  his release. When his cock finally stopping twitching inside of you, you shuffled further up the bed and he collapsed unceremoniously beside you, looking thoroughly fucked. You smirked at him, your sex addled brain thinking of nothing but how much you wanted him to do that to you again, and again, and again.

“I don’t think you could ever beat that performance.” You chuckled, staring at his beautiful face through hooded eyes. He grinned at you wolfishly.

“Try me.”

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Fearless Magazine

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Prompt:

A mysterious stranger leaves an item of the main character’s front door with a note attached saying “For a rainy day”

***

“If you like him just go and tell him,” Lynn says to me curtly

“And what if he doesn’t like me and is just trying to use me?” I say exasperated.

Lynn looks up from her lunch to face me, “He kissed you, what more do you need? A proposal?”

I sigh and rest my head on my hand, “We both know his reputation.”

Eric was well known for a loner but when he did entertain the presence of a woman it was always a hit and quit.

“Yeah, he’s a whore,” Lynn spits out the statement as if she was claiming that water is wet. “However, he did more with you than he’s done with any other girl.”

“What’s that?”

“Talked to you and acknowledged your presence afterwards,” She says before stuffing her face with food. “He’s probably been laying awake at night thinking about his beautiful Y/n,” Lynn says mockingly, she hugs the air and makes kissy noises. I ball up a napkin and throw it at her while she laughs.

“He made his move, your turn.”

“Ugh! Why is this so complicated?” I ask myself while rubbing my forehead with my fingers.

“I still can’t believe big bad Eric is a softie for you!” 

“Whatever! I’m going back to work!”

***

All day Eric and I caught eachother’s eye. At one point he even winked at me.

I don’t wanna be another girl you charm and then throw off to the side.

I sit on my bed against the wall. My thoughts going back to the night he kissed me, the way his hands felt on me, his soft lips on mine.

The dating cultures of Amity and Dauntless were complete opposites. Dauntless moved too fast. You meet someone and by the first date you are together, left to figure things out as you go.

In Amity, you begin by leaving a gift of the person’s doorstep and if theyre interested, they’ll leave on on yours. Each gift comes with a note telling them about yourself and your favorite things, in hopes that you have some in common. From there you’ll meet in person and go for a walk or sit down and get to know each other. 

Maybe I should give him a gift.

Eric’s Pov

I sit on my couch with my useless leg propped up by a pillow flipping through a book I’ve read a thousand times. *Knock* *Knock*

Who the fuck is that?

I grab my crutch off the coffee table and rock myself forward in a huff. I frown to myself thinking about all the times I took having two working legs for granted.

I look through the peephole.

Oh my fucking god not this again.

I open the door and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see: the faction gossip.

“Hello, Samantha. What can I do for you?” I try my best to be nice to an elder but pieces of my dislike for her seep through.

“What’s this someone left on your doorstep?” She pries.

“I don’t know, I didn’t know it was there.” 

She looks at me suspiciously pursing her lips, the deep wrinkles on her face showing contempt.

“You better not be fooling around with anymore girls,” She warns me before handing me the box that she no doubt opened before knocking on my door.

“I never was,” I defend myself. The glare she shoots my way almost makes mine look like child’s play. “Ma’am,” I add quickly hoping she’d put the glare away. 

“Boy, don’t lie to me. I’ve seen the girls coming in and out of your room.” She puts her finger on my chest, poking me to emphasis her words. “There was that one with the funny accent and then a blonde one that was here the other day.”

“First off, the one with the accent was my ex girlfriend of two years, who hasn’t been here in months. And second, I didn’t have a blonde woman in my room recently.”

“Of course you did! She was the weird looking one with the short hair.” She argues.

“FOUR!?” I blurt out coming to the realization.

“Young man don’t you raise your voice at me!”

“Yes, ma’am, I didn’t mean to. Can I please go inside, I need to take my medication.” I lie while motioning to my cast, desperately trying to get away from her.

She waves her hand in a “go away” motion before turning away from my door.

I shut the door almost leaning against it with relief. I crutch my way back to my spot on the couch, sitting with the box on my lap. I examine the unexpected gift, I almost chortle at the polka-dot box stuck to the top as I open it. Inside lies a container with hot chocolate written across in red with a little santa in a sleigh and a note: “For a rainy day 🙂” written in cursive. 

I flip the note looking for a sender but find nothing. I can only assume it’s from Y/n, trying to court me with her Amity-ness. 

My grin stifles as I remember what Elder Samantha said, “You better not be fooling around with anymore girls!”

Is that what she’s been telling the faction? That I’m hopping bed to bed!?

My heart begins to feel heavy at the thought of Y/n hearing the rumors. I can only wonder what she’ll think of me when she does hear. As fierce as she is, deep down she’s still shy and delicate. She hasn’t been entirely conditioned to dauntless and the viciousness of the elders that live to complain about the changes in the faction, even improvements from when they were young.

What if she already knows?

Y/n’s Pov

“I forgot to put my name on it!”

Lynn hits her forehead with her hand. 

“Who else could it have been from?!” She looks at me flabbergasted. “I don’t understand these dating rituals. In Candor you just go up to someone and tell them ‘I like you’. None of these theatrics,” She says disgruntled. 

I frown at her, “I’d hate to get broken up by a Candor. They’d probably sit there and tell you every little thing that’s wrong with you until shrink,” I cross my arms. 

“That’s the good part! It helps you improve as a person.” 

We go silent upon hearing Eric’s crutch echo down the hallway. He comes through the door, usually he’d at least glance in my direction but today he looked at the ground when he passed me.

“Uh oh,” Lynn whispers before taking a sip of her latte. “Maybe he’s allergic to chocolate and thought you were trying to kill him.”

I shoot her a sharp look.

***

That day I noticed Eric was more to himself than usual. He didn’t stay late with me as he had the last two days. I wanted to ask him if he was alright but didn’t want to step out of bounds. 

Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he found another girl.

I fuss to myself. It was a friday night and I was cooped up in my bedroom ignoring Lynn’s texts telling me to come out. 

Maybe I should go out and get my mind off him.

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