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websterss · 3 months

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 (𝐀𝐐𝐏:𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think much when you decided to leave the house today, you didn't plan for a world apocalypse, you didn't plan to fear for your life, you didn't plan to meet anyone new.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, some fluff, signing, deaf son.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,963

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Eric x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! I wrote this long before we knew his character's name lol. I don't know if I should do another part yet, let me know what you guys think! <33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You didn’t think your life could flip in an instant. One mere disaster that further evolved into living in fear and silence. You didn’t know what those things were, but all you knew was that the mere lot of them had descended from the sky and now they wreaked havoc in the streets. Your neighborhoods, your city. It wasn’t intact anymore. It had just been a regular day. A great day, one turned into a never-ending nightmare.

The echoes of everyone’s screams still haunt your nightmares. What was a nice sunny day turned into a living hell. You and your Thomas had only needed to get a few necessities that you were running short on. You didn’t think much of it until the ruckus started. Cars crashing into each other outside. Horns going off one by one. People began running frantically, running back into the stores, which had lured the things inside. You had instantly dropped everything and grabbed onto him. Tugging him down with you. Your backs pressed up against the shelves. Your first instinct was to reassure Thomas. He could see everything unfold before him, people running past the aisles, parents hoisting up their children, cans and packages falling, he registered everyone’s movement, but he couldn’t hear the screams and cries. Not like you could. The creature was picking everyone off one by one. You shed tears harder as you brought your hands out in front of you. Your hands were trembling as you managed to say what you needed to him.

Need stay quiet. You signed. You nodded rapidly, trying to make him understand. You brought your finger up to your lips to further emphasize. You brushed back his curls as he brought his own hands up to wipe at your fallen tears.

Your lips trembled as the clicks of the creature grew closer. The store fell into an eery silence. You were just waiting for someone to fuck up and make a sound. Draw attention and risk your lives.

Thomas tapped your arm to gather your attention. His brows furrowed deeply as he signed. Your eyes fell on his hands then his face.

Shooter, what?

You shook your head no. Reaching your hands forward to grip his own. You could see him stricken with fear and confusion. If it hadn’t been a shooter then what was it? Thomas shook his head, his own hands pushing your hands back up to explain it to him further. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed. He pushed against your hands again. Then he signed. Tell me. He mouthed me.

You sighed then closed your eyes. Your brain half working in the brink of nearly dying and trying to get the fuck out of the store. Monster. How the fuck did you forget the sign for monster? You opened your eyes back up. Raising your right hand to spell out monster for him. Letter by letter.

M.O.N.S.T.E.R. You then went to sign what you had been pondering what they were, they shot down from the sky that could only mean one thing right? You rose your hands up to your head, your hands curling to make devil horns, but instead you wigged your forefingers in a circle to sign alien. Your mouth mouthing the word for him as well. Alien.

Thomas’s eyes fell to the ground then back up to you. He shook his head, pressing against your lowering hands. That’s not what he wanted to know. You only locked eyes with him. Keep contact and nodding yes. His eyes widened in fear as he started registering it. His eyes stayed that way as he moved back a bit. His body slumping as his eyes wandered around. Looking to each end of the aisle you took shelter in. The store, you now realized might’ve been the wrong place to take shelter in, anything could clatter to the ground if you weren’t careful.

You figured he needed a minute because it was a lot to take in, but boy were you wrong. His eyes flew past your shoulder, and that’s when he saw the creature before you even heard it. He tugged on your sleeve frantically, scooting back, but you stayed frozen in place as you slowly turned to look at it. His eyes widened in fear. It turned into the row you were in. Thomas gripped your hand firmly. Sliding into your side. He went as far as to wrap his arm around you. His arm now between you and that thing, but it wouldn’t do much to protect you both. The alienated clicks it was making did not put you at ease. Especially as he creeped by you two. You held you breath, staying as still as you could muster. Thomas opted for closing his eyes. If he couldn’t see it, then surely it wouldn’t do anything to you guys, he thought. And it didn’t. Not yet anyway.

The creature didn’t see you. You further watched as it continued down the another end. The people in the aisle next to yours however hadn’t been so lucky. A can colliding with the floor capturing its attention right away. You silently gasped as you clung to Thomas. Burying your face in his chest. He pressed your head to his body. Creating a barrier between you and the horrid sight that was happening before him. His eyes watered as he looked away and let his forehead press on top of yours.

You had completely missed the man looking at you and your child, nor the creature coming back down towards you after tearing apart another person who dared to scream at the sight of them alone. So long as we didn’t make any noise they wouldn’t go near us, you began to put together. They were attracted to noise, so you just had to not make any.

Upon the creature getting closer the man decided to slowly pick up a can and launch it down the store. The loud clatter of the can was enough to drag the creatures attention that way. The cacophony of other peoples screams kept the creature and its second buddy busy. There had been two in the store with you all. He pushed himself up his feet, and grabbed both yours and Thomas’s hands, pulling you out the store before they turned back.

The chaos outside was worse off than the store. You would have rather stayed put inside to not have to watch New York fall apart in disaster. You clutched your son close to you, turning his eyes away from the chaos that administered around you. Various screams of those trying to out run the terrifying creatures down the streets, cars being flipped and ablaze with fire. Buildings shattered glass littering the streets and caught fire from the collision of their arrival. Your beloved city was no longer.

You turned to face the man who saved you both. His mouth opening to speak, but your hand shot out before you could think, covering his lips with your palm as you shook your head no.

He seemed to catch on as he scoped the vacant streets. He looked down brushing his hands against yours, you hesitated to follow him once more, but something in you told you to follow, to follow where he went. Better than staying out in the open. You looked down at Thomas who peered up at the man with feigned interest, he was guarded and caution of the new stranger.

Don’t trust him. He signed, shaking his head. His hands clawing upwards his chest area then curling into fists in an upward twist. Trust is what he signed. His brows pinched together. If his frown didn’t give him away, it had been the judgmental look he gave the man in the brown suit as he roamed his figure in a once over. You sighed quietly, bringing your hands up to sign back.

You mouthed its then brought your forefinger, middle finger and thumb together flicking them outwards in an okay sign. You mouthed Let’s then signed for trust. You brought your hands upwards your chest area too, then curled your hands into fists in an upward twist. Trust.

The roll of his eyes had you smiling. You got him. You extended your arm for him to take then allowed the man to lead, but not before he stuck his finger out in a waiting motion. He paused for a brief second, looking like he was thinking over something then lowered to your son’s height. He brought out his right hand and miserably failed to sign his name, the R passing for a U which had you and your son pinching your brows together. Euic?

Was he foreign?

Upon your lost expression, he looked to you and mouthed Eric. Pointing to himself.

You looked to his lips. AREECC. You mouthed his name to yourself slowly. Your mouth opened in realization knowing where he messed up. You looked down at Thomas whose eyes shifted back and forth between the two of you. You waited patiently till his eyes landed on you and your hand. E-R-I-C. You signed the R hard for emphasis in replacement of the U.

Eric? What? Really? Thomas’s brows shot up in amusement.

Your son deadpan at the man. Eric now labeled, was lost to his own confusion. You silently laughed, no sound echoing past your lips. You slowly helped him out hitting and making each letter out hard. You twisted your forefinger and middle finger together. Then pressed your thumb to lay on top of your ring finger. R you mouthed.

Eric copied your hands. R he mouthed. He went to make the attempt again with your son. He lowered down to his height and began with pointing to himself. I’m E-R-I-C. He smiled feeling happier he was able to get his name across to you both. He went further to extend his hand out, your Thomas was hesitant but eventually shook his hand. With learned precision, Thomas’s signed letters came out second nature. Watching Eric trying to catch each one was all the entertainment you needed today. You tapped his shoulder to look up at you. You slide your right dominant hand up your non dominant left a short distance across your forearm in a fast motion, starting from the back of the base.

Slow. You gave him a pointed look. He don’t sign. You slide your right dominant hand up your non dominant left a short distance across your forearm again, going even slower to emphasis very very slow.

Slow. You mouthed. Thomas huffed in annoyance. You understoodd his hate to go at the pace of someone who wasn’t fluent, his want for people to learn was valid, but not everyone wanted to or wasn’t very good at it.

He patted Eric and waited for his eyes to shift onto him. With reluctance and annoyance he brought his hand up and signed his name slow at your requests. T-H-O-M-A-S.

Thomas, he mouthed his name then pointed to himself.

“T–“ You had rushed forward again when Eric began to pronounce his name. You muffled the T before it spilled past his lips. You looked around, your heart beating against your chest, but the tension in your shoulders didn’t let up. A creature ran by but didn’t see nor hear you three. You let your head fall forward. Eric steadying himself with a hand on your shoulders. You shook your head again, lifting it slowly then bringing your forefinger to your lips. Your reminder to him to remain quiet. Quiet…you all needed to stay quiet. Your fear struck something within him, a need to not fail you again. To not fail you and Thomas ever again.

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localemofreak · 2 months

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There’s Just No Time To Die.

(AQP Eric x fem!reader)

Based on this song:

No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

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(Just a little heads up- I made this fic before the trailer or anything about AQP Day One came out- literally I found out Joe’s characters name and that was it- but please enjoy lmao)

‼️Warnings‼️: HEAVY ANGST, a little bit of fluff but mostly angst, major character death, pure sad shit, no happy ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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You never expected this to happen.

Yeah that random shower thought has come up before- ‘what would happen if something invaded earth??’

But you never expected it to happen..

It had been a few days since those ‘creatures’ crashed onto earth- and you were doing your best to survive with the small group of people you were with.

One of those people in that group was a man named Eric, he had saved your life the day those things came- even though you couldn't talk, you had gotten to know each other well over the past few days.

And the more you got to know each other, the more it was obvious that your relationship was more than just some people working together to survive- or possibly even more than friends..

-FLASHBACK-

It was the day those aliens came to earth, you had just gotten off work and you were walking down the busy sidewalks of New York, just like any other boring day.

As you were walking, there was a sound in the sky, the city just seemed to just freeze for a moment- it confused you at first, but then you glanced up at the sky.

Something was shooting through the sky- and it wasn't a meteor.

Without even another second of thought being able to come through your mind, everything just seemed to turn into terror.

Floods of people had started screaming and running as this disturbing creature started ripping through cars and people, causing full chaos to blow out.

You just froze for a second, watching all these people and objects getting ripped apart- which only caused more people to scream.

It just seemed to be going after any sound.

Finally after just standing there frozen in shock- you seemed to snap out of it and started running like everyone else, you were just in too much shock to even make a noise, right now you just had to get out of there.

While you were running, trying to get away from those strange creatures- you felt someone grab onto your arm and yank you towards them, their hand automatically going over your mouth which instantly caused you to stark panicking.

Your screams were muffled thanks to the hand over your mouth, silencing you while you were quickly dragged you into a building.

Everything just seemed to happen so quickly, but you had managed to glance around your surroundings- it looked like a little book shop you were dragged in, books and other random shit scattered on the floor slightly from the instant chaos and panic.

You just continued to try and break out of the strangers arms while humming into their hand, which didn’t do anything at all.

Soon enough you were quickly dragged behind a counter- your breathing was heavy and quick into the strangers hand as you looked up at them in panic, noticing how they brought their finger to their lips, signaling for you to be quiet.

After a second you had finally stopped humming into the person’s hand, your breathing still quick as you glanced around, adrenaline just running through your veins.

You had slowly turned your gaze back to the person who practically saved your life after a moment.

It was a man- he had short curly hair, beautiful brown doe eyes that were filled with fear and panic as well and he was wearing a brown suit.

As you continued to look up at the random man who was glancing around the store, your ears were filled with the sound of screams and crashing from outside the building and on the street.

You glanced around once again, seeing people quietly hiding under tables in panic as these strange ‘creatures’ seems to rip the city apart.

Soon- all the sudden, there was silence.

For the first time in forever, New York City was quiet.

You could hear the quiet, shaky sigh of relief fall from the man’s lips- causing you to quickly shoot your wide eyes back to look at him, his hand still over your mouth as he crouched hidden in front of you.

"What the hell was that?!" One person yelled in the shop, causing your eyes to quickly move over to the person.

Before anyone could actually react- one of those creatures came bursting in, breaking the front wall of the building as it started ripping up the place.

Out of instinct, you just quickly shut your wide eyes and put your hands over your ears as the man's hand on your mouth got rougher- trying to make sure you didn’t make any sounds.

As the little shop continued to basically get ripped apart- you felt the random man’s strong arm pull you into his side, pulling you into the corner of the counter with him.

His body basically covered yours, using himself as a human shield to try and protect you- as well as himself as this monster just continued to cause terror.

You just wanted to scream, but you couldn't- you couldn’t get yourself to let out a single noise.

Finally, after a moment you suddenly felt yourself getting pulled up from the ground, which caused you to finally open your eyes.

The man moved his hand on your mouth to your hand as he quickly dragged you out of the store, running into the street to get away.

While running with the man you glanced around, there was more creatures- you couldn't even count how many, it didn't matter at that moment, you had to get shelter.

Soon enough, the man quickly yanked you into another small shop with you, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it so nobody could come in.

As you and the stranger glanced around, you noticed there was only two other people in that small shop and they were hidden behind tables, their eyes also wide with fear.

The man who saved your life was still holding your hand as he looked over at them- his breathing heavy as he just stood them for a moment staring at them, before finally putting his shaking finger up to his lips.

As he quickly pulled you to hide behind something with him- you were all were dead quiet, just waiting for the chaos to go down.

You were all strangers to each other, but at that moment, without saying a single word you all knew you guys had to work together- to survive whatever this was.

-FLASHBACK OVER-

It had been a few days, New York was still quiet and it honestly looked apocalyptic at this point.

Everybody had either fled the city or died when the creatures attacked- and you guys were planning on fleeing soon as well.

While you and the rest of your small group had started working together to survive and escape the city- you had managed to find out the stranger’s name who saved your life.

His name was Eric.

Right now, you and Eric had decided to go out, to try and get some more materials- you had both been walking the streets for a little bit before you ended up in the middle of a little shopping center.

It was obviously abandoned, nobody seen in sight- you and Eric were in the middle of the little center, walking around a dried up fountain.

Eric had his eyes open, glancing around inside empty abandoned stores while you decided to take a seat on the fountain’s edge- your legs tired from all the walking.

You both were just there, staying quiet when all the sudden you both heard something.

It was almost like a clicking/quiet screeching sound.

In panic you and Eric both froze, your wide eyes looking into his- you and him instantly knew what it was, and you both knew you had to get out immediately.

Eric had quietly motioned for you to follow him, causing you to stand up slowly before you both started quietly but quickly making your way to the large entrance of a Macy's since it was the only exit, away from the area that the sound obviously came from.

Everything seemed to be alright, you both weren’t making any noises- but as you took another step, your foot tripped over a wire- it was a trap.

You instantly both looked at each other with wide, panicked eyes.

A loud clatter was made by cans that fell from the trap- you both seemed like you were both just frozen in fear.

"Run.." Eric whispered out with wide eyes, grabbing onto your hand.

Before you even knew it, you both were sprinting down the hall of the mall, the strange creature quickly following behind while tearing apart and throwing everything in its way to the side

You mind started racing as you ran, you instantly knew there was no way out without making it out alive, but your mind also just forced you to think you could- you and Eric both could just quickly make it out of there.

As you continued to sprint hand in hand with him, monster was catching up- but you were so close to an exit.

Right as you were about to hit the exit, the creature just seemed to appear besides you and Eric out of nowhere, quickly jumping up to get at you.

Eric’s reflexes were quick enough to save you because he instantly just tackled you down to the side, pushing you and him out of the way and onto the ground with quiet little grunts.

You were on the ground for a second, Eric on top of you as you both let out quiet but heavy breaths.

Your wide eyes glanced up at him as he hovered over you, both your chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline as his wide eyes looked down into yours.

Soon enough, Eric had managed to quickly pull you behind a glass counter- the creature lurking and blocking the only exit nearby.

You slowly turned your gaze to look over at Eric, your breathing still heavy- but he was already looking at you, and there was a soft look in his eyes.. you instantly knew the look.

You just instantly started shaking your head, your eyes already filling up with tears as you tried to stay as quiet as possible.

"Please- no..." You mouthed to him, but he just nodded his head, the soft look still in his eyes while you brought your gaze down.

Tears were already starting to slowly spill down your cheeks, his hand slowly moved up to cup the side of your face as he gently made you look back up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears as you both made eye contact

"You need to run okay.." he mouthed- you just shook your head once again, letting out silent sobs while he continued to hold your face.

You were refusing to let him sacrifice himself for you, you couldn’t live on knowing that without the guilt eating you alive.

As you sat there with Eric, both looking into each other’s eyes- you had finally realized how close both your faces have gotten, so close to the point you could feel his shaky breath over your lips.

Soon enough, his lips were on yours in a soft but also passionate kiss.

You instantly kissed back, his hand still holding onto the side of your head as your hand moved up to gently grasp onto his wrist while he held your face.

Even though both of your eyes were closed, your tears were starting to slowly fall onto his cheeks, mixing with his small tears as he had started to cry as well.

After a moment, he finally slowly pulled away, continuing to cup your face as he looked into your eyes, giving a sad reassuring smile.

You already missed the feeling of his lips as soon as he pulled away, your tear filled eyes looking up into his as you continued to hold onto his wrist.

"I love you.." He mouthed, looking into your eyes as he wiped more tears from your face before slowly pulling his hand away, causing your light grip on his wrist to slowly fall.

"I love you too.." you mouthed back, both of your hands moving to hold onto his face- just not wanting him to leave you.

But Eric shook his head and slowly pulled your hands away slowly, holding onto both of your wrists as he placed small kisses in the palm of your hand while sitting there with you.

It all seemed to happen in slow mo as you quickly shook your head while he started slowly letting go of your hands, moving them onto your lap as he started standing up.

Silent sobs started escaping from you once again as he quickly ran out from behind the glass counter, running out of the department store and back into the mall.

"Hey- come get me you son of a bitch! Come on!!" He yelled out, causing the creature to instantly sprint out of the area you were hiding in.

You had slowly stood up from behind the counter, your eyes wider than they have ever been as you watched as the creature quickly run after Eric.

You just froze as you watched it basically start ripping him into shreds in front of your eyes, his screams of pain filling your ringing ears before it went silent- the only sound being the creature and the ringing in your ears

Your heart just dropped into your stomach right there- you didn’t even know what you were feeling, it was worst than any pain you ever felt- it just felt like everything inside of you collapsed, your brain felt numb and everything stung inside and outside of you.

Tears streamed down your face before finally- you had gotten yourself to move and made a run for it, running out of the exit even though your legs felt like they just wanted to give out.

You just wanted to scream at that moment, you didn’t find a purpose in trying to survive anymore without Eric- but you knew you had too, it was what he would have wanted, it IS what he wanted.

You just continued running away, leaving behind the man who not only saved your life, but sacrificed himself for you.

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duramaters · 2 years

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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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Wakey Wakey

Alright first one out of the vault we'll see how this goes send in some requests if youd like me to add onto this or if you have any ideas of your own!

Pairing: Eric Coulter X Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: None just fluff

Bacon. That's the first thing you smell when opening your eyes, looking around the room you fail to find your fiancé in, you proceed to get out of bed and find the amazing smell.

"Eric?" You asked walking into the kitchen and wrapping your arm around him, looking over him to see what he's making, bacon, sunny side up eggs and potatoes are what greets you.

"I was just about to come wake you up, Four's been nagging me to get down to training for an hour."

"AN HOUR???" You almost trip over your own feet while running to the shower, why he let you sleep in that long is a mystery. You quickly start pulling out your clothes for the day, setting them on the bed when Eric walks in.

"Stop worrying, it isnt good for the baby." He said while ushering you to sit down and off your scampering feet, already aching from being up too long.

Yes, your pregnant. About 6 months actually, it caught both you and Eric by surprise (as surprised you can be without using a condom) since it was soon after your engagement that you found out, but Eric put any doubt in your mind that he would leave when he started crying. Yes the Eric Coulter, feared leader who makes initiates hang off the chasm, was crying.

"I wouldn't be worrying if you woke me up a couple hours ago so we both could be on time." You said while trying to shimmy down your shorts which were becoming hard to do with your belly growing every couple weeks or so.

"You never like being woken up and with the baby coming soon, Max agreed that you shouldn't have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn like everybody else." As caring as your fiancé may be, its quite annoying when he makes decisions without telling you about them at all.

"Eric, we talked about this, just because I'm pregnant doesn't make me any special, I can wake up the same time the initiates do with no problem."

"I know baby but humor me a bit just on this, I would be this way with anybody growing a person inside them that somebody just so happens to be the love of my life'"

Curse this man and his sweet sweet words.

"Fine, but only because im starving and the bacon smells good." You said while Eric came to help you out of his hoodie you refuse to sleep without, his comforting smell helps to fall asleep when hes off on patrols or late nights with the initiates.

He may seem all hard and mean to the rest of Chicago, but in here, in your apartment of 3 years, he is a whole different man. Don't get me wrong he has a temper and swears like a sailor but you are the calm to his storm while also being the bullet to his gun, always by his side and willing to protect him even when he doesn't need it.

"I love you" ,he said walking over and kissing your head as you finally were able to strip and start getting the water turned on for your shower, turning around you wrapped your arms around his waist and lean in so that your face is hiding in his neck while saying "Love you too," you said rising up on your tippy toes to give him a sweet kiss, one that of course he tried to deepen. "Keep doing that and we'll never leave," he said while mumbling against your lips. Hesitantly you pulled away and started taking out a towel.

"I'm gonna go set up our plates go shower you smell like the initiates," he said jokingly while slapping your ass when you turned to check the temperature. "You weren't saying that last night when you made me sit on you to do push ups." You yelled while finally hopping into your shower knowing that the your big tattooed brute was outside ready to protect you and your baby.

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ch0wen · 6 months

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༝ ˚ ༝ My Lady is the Sea ｡ ˚ ༝ - Prince Eric x Fem!Reader | NSFW

𖠳 ᐝ warnings: brief smut, 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex & cursing

Sea salt tickles your nostrils as you step out onto the wooden dock. Nose twitching like a bunny to rid the salty air from your sensitive nerves. You glide forward only a few feet, and your left shin knocks into a wooden pole. A barricade lined the perimeter of the landing. Fencing that stops you from falling into the unknown below. An oil lantern illuminates a portion of the dock and the gradually darkening surface of the deep. The expansive waters lurk just beyond the fading arc of light. Your body gently sways with the sounds of the waves stirring.

Instinctively, you flex your hold on a roped handle. A heavy, disgusting mixture of beer and spit sloshes in the bucket that you have been entrusted to dump out. Polluting the ocean, you think. An unfortunately common attribute of living in a coastal town. It's second nature to dump and forget. Water appears to be along every horizon you look to. It surrounds you, yet it's ever-moving. Continuous. Traveling away.

How you wish you could be out there now. Just like your father had moons ago. Oh, the precious things he gifted you with when he returned to the marina! The carefully selected treasures. He always seemed to know which new object would earn an excited squeal from you because of its sparkles or funky shape. Whispers at bedtime of now fictitious-sounding tales on how he acquired them. To you, his trips were like storybooks. Too embarrassing to admit, you used to go to sleep late into your teens with visions of exploration dancing in your head. Dreaming of the uncharted waters and cloudy faces of the friends you'd make. He'd promise to you, that you would soon be old enough to explore the world with him.

But you couldn't truly treasure the last retelling of his adventures because no one foresaw he would leave it on a cliffhanger. He never came back. Your mother forbade you from speaking of his expeditions as time passed. "Don't go towards the beyond." "This is your home." "You're safe here." she chided. Here, on land. The hope soon ended with the stories. You grew accustomed to the familiar. You were raised here. It's all you have known. Is it worth it to leave at this point?

However, there are instances when you fall back into childlike wonder. In the quiet lulls, similar to the brink of falling asleep, you can't help but contemplate what else the waters hold past their horizons.

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A faint, muffled tune begins inside and wafts out into the silence. The merry-sounding song envelops you. You blink out of the reverie to adjust your vision in the darkness.

You can hear the pub's piano, in desperate need of a tuning, as you push open the door. A gaggle of men are singing a sea shanty in the dining space. They look disheveled but have dancing smiles. You can't help grinning as you watch these men celebrate life.

“Just docked," Gwen, your co-worker, calls from over her shoulder. She fills up two cups and then slides them over the bar top towards one of the waiting men. He slaps a few coins down and moves back to the crowd, like rejoining a school of fish.

Gwen wipes up the liquid he left, “I heard one of them holler that they came in from the Carribean.”

“I feel like that's only the third ship from around there this season."

"How do you manage to even keep track? There have to have been hundreds of vessels that have passed through here."

You blushingly shrug at her knowing smirk. Teasingly, her fingers reach out to flick at your slightly tarnished necklace. A chain made from Spanish silver with a locket bearing some type of ruby gem.

Leonardo was the one who had graced you with this last year. He was a buccaneer. He and his crew docked in town for a fortnight. He was charming and proud. In the tavern, he was always drunkenly boasting about the treasures he had found. The people he'd fought. The Lords he'd impressed. The people he'd fucked. He was so fun.

When your birthday happened around the time he was in town, he came stumbling into the bar with this necklace. He said it was nothing and that he had dozens of more valuable findings in a chest on board his ship. But he never showed you to prove that to be true. However, you did thank him ever so graciously that night.

He sailed out a day later. No harbor was his home. You're used to this life working as a bartender in a popular trading port. You see hundreds of thousands of faces. All of these handsome men ranged from sailors to buccaneers. They all share with you the amazing stories of their lives. They fascinated you. Inspired you. Seduced you. - You can't help but be attracted to the rugged, good-looking, and ambitious type.

A man unexpectedly calls out from the crowd towards the pair of you. His voice grabs your attention like a Siren's song. There were too many bodies to place where it was coming from in the mass of people, but you swear you briefly saw a hand in the air on the left side of the room.

“My lovely bar maidens, a round of your finest ale, please, yeah?"

“Right away, sir,” you nod curtly while pivoting obediently to fill the dregs.

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The rosy-cheeked, rowdy men cheer even louder as you approach with their fifth round of booze. Their attention has been won, not by the promise of refreshments, but by the beer sloshing over the rims and onto the pair of bouncing breasts carrying it all.

Low whistles scatter around the table at your cleavage while you lean over to set down the ale. Mucky hands grabbing for the foaming tankards. You catch a handsome man staring through the limbs. He gives you a dimpled smirk. His eyes betray him as they glimpse down to what you can assume is your chest. Well, he's no better than any man.

Your retreating form hears the same voice from before exclaim, “Here is to another voyage through uncharted waters! I am grateful for all your hard work, boys. And thanks to Grimsby for laying off the scolding because we're three days past schedule."

You're back at the bar. A crewmate, with a red kerchief pushing back his straw-yellow hair, heaves an overfilled mug in the air toward the handsome man,

"And a special thanks to our Captain, whose mother would keel over from learning the adventures her dear boy has taken us on. Prince Eric!"

"Prince Eric," they unanimously cheer!

Together, as they collide their drinks, fat drops of the golden liquid splash onto Prince Eric's tunic and wet his chest. The strings of his shirt are untied. Making the neck loosely hang open with his chest hair on full display. Your eyes are drawn to it. Tracing the outline of his defined pecs through the thin fabric. You're no better than a man. Worst yet, he notices you staring. His stare seems to darken, and he motions his mug towards you as a 'cheers' gesture before returning focus to his companions.

Clearing your throat and dirty mind, you turn back to tend to one of your regulars, a local fisherman slumped over on a stool at the end of the bar.

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Eric strides over as you scrub up the beer rings on the bar, left by the patrons who previously occupied the empty stools. He fluidly pulls one out to sit and drums his fingers along the wood. Blue eyes staring you down for a third time tonight,

"Can I get you anything?”

“I think I should take a breather. My crew is too enthusiastic to get me drunk.”

“Sounds like you're having a bad night." He threw back his head and let out a loud laugh. Admittedly, it was too big of a reaction to that poor joke attempt. You wring out your rag into a nearby bucket to hide your smile.

You wait for a beat before sparing him another glimpse. He’s staring at your chest again. You feel the exposed skin warm under his look. You’re tempted to peek down to see how much this corset is causing you to spill out.

“Did you get it locally?

“Sorry?”

"The necklace," he half-gestures towards you.

You clasp at the pendant, "Oh, this."

He nods with his eyes fixed on your chest a moment longer before moving up to your face. His cheeks are flushed and eyes hooded, assumedly, from the pints he and his crew have slung back. You're moving toward him, holding out the chain to let him get a closer look.

“I think it’s from the Spanish Islands. A pirate passing through last season gave it to me.”

His large hand reaches out to replace yours. “It’s beautiful. I have an eye for treasures like this.”

He's so close like this. You watch his eyes flick around the locket, his fingers tracing over the gems, and the way his dark curls fall as he tilts his head to examine.

“Silly me to think anything else. Here I thought you were just checking out my chest.”

“Well, you do have wonderful tits," he absentmindedly states. He leaves you gaping as he pulls back.

"Thank you for letting me have a look. I'd be rather fond of that if I were you. That's a special gift."

"Y-yeah, but given to me by a not-so-special guy," you shrug.

You sense an awkward pause, but he watches you with a soft, dimpled smile. You motion towards the window out to the harbor, “Which one is yours?”

“The biggest one. Naturally.”

You stifle your giggle and notice a boat at the end of the port. Beautiful and massive.

“Wow, you weren't kidding. What's it like up there?"

"On the boat? You work in a marina. Have you ever been on one?”

“Oddly, no.”

He didn't hide his shock.

“I'm sorry. Are you telling me that summer lover could give you a necklace but decided not to show you his deck?”

“Something like that," you lean onto the bar, "How unfortunate for me, right?"

His hand strikes the top of the bar as he rises from the stool, causing you to flinch.

“Well, that simply just won't do! Do you want to come see mine?"

The lamplight and mischievousness dance in his eyes, "I can give you the grand tour.”

“Will you let me spin the wheel?”

"Only the most skilled helmsmen are allowed to touch," he pouts, then that damned smile graces his lips again, "but I think I may be able to bend the rules for you."

“I’m going on break,” you call to Gwen before following the handsome voyager outside.

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"And, this would be the Captain's quarters."

"Oh, Captain Eric?"

He sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck, "I don't particularly like going by titles. Makes me feel like I'm trying to say I'm more important than others. I swear by my men. We venture out for fun, but I'd be stuck at port without them."

"That is a very noble thing to say, Prince Eric."

"Come off it," he laughs while moving over to a table against one of the walls. Eric picks up what appears to be a rock. He turns the object in his hands before showing you.

"Fossilized sea stone. Found it off the coast of my home island."

He places the textured stone in your open palms. The unexpected weight of it doubles you over, but Eric catches you. His hand lingers on your hip.

He proceeds to tell you about the rest of his findings laid out on the surface. You love the way his face lit up. Making himself exhilarated with his own stories. You listen intently and let yourself live vicariously through his retellings.

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Eric locks an ornate chest up as you watch. Sitting on the table now cleared of his glories. “So, are you considered a sailor, explorer, or just a guy with a boat and a lot of time on his hands?”

Eric laughs, "The last one, for sure. Once I turned nineteen, my mother allowed me to venture out and sail with the crew. I've always loved the idea of discovering something new on my voyages. Whether it be places, possessions, or people."

He's moving into your space, "I am happy to have met you, Y/N."

"And I, you, Prince Eric."

"No titles here." He leans in with a hint of a grin in his whisper, "I forbid it."

"Oh, that sounds like a command, and I shall obey, Your Majesty."

He chuffs as you see his eyes drop to your necklace again. His fingers dance along the silver chain before exploring further and grazing over the top of your chest. He makes sure to peek up at you for some sort of permission. Silently, you put your hand over his own to guide him to grab a handful of your breast. Eric takes the cue and squeezes while closing the gap between you with a kiss that immediately heats up. Hands knead your breasts over your camisole-corset top.

"And here I thought you've been admiring my necklace all night. I feel scandalized," you tease while he kisses your neck.

"No, no, it is beautiful! But, these," His calloused hands give a reassuring squeeze, "are really lovely."

Hands quickly work to pull down your blouse to expose your tits. Eric rolls a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Gasping, you arch up into his touch. Legs instinctively spread wider to allow him in. You feel his dick twitch the moment he presses closer.

A moan growls in the back of his throat as he rolls his hips. Grinding his hard-on into your wetting core while you kiss. Your skin grows hot, his breaths come heavy, and the heat is building between your legs.

Eric put his mouth to your breast, sucking at your skin in obscene, open-mouthed kisses. Eliciting a low keening sound from you. He withdrew just enough to lave at your nipple, back and forth, over and over, until your pussy thrummed to the same beat.

"Is it very unprincely of me to tell you that I would very much like to fuck you right here, now, in my chambers?"

"You are but a man, my Prince."

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Your body was thrown across the desk. You don’t know where to put your hands, so they grip and scrape at the wooden surface while Eric fucks into you.

He has a firm hold on your naked waist. Keeping your long skirt hiked up to your stomach so he could watch himself penetrate you. He has a brutally harsh pace going. The delicious feel of the drag and pull of his cock.

Eric braces himself on the desk. A toned arm flexes next to your head. His face is now closer to yours as he changes the angle of his hips. With the newfound support, you feel him speed up his thrusting. He groans into your chest. Playfully biting a nipple before kissing up to your neck. His movements were enough to bring you dangerously close to reaching your high in only a few minutes.

"Oh, Prince Eric," you whine.

"Fuck." His hips stutter. "What's my name?"

"Captain Eric. Eric. Eric. "

A wave of bliss hits you and you screw your eyes shut. It doesn’t take long before both of you reach your orgasms. You hold onto Eric's biceps with all your might, as you scream his name. No doubt loud enough for everyone in the tavern to hear.

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At dawn, you're re-dressed and carefully creeping over the creaky floorboards. Trying not to wake any of the still-drunk crewmates who had found their way back onto the ship.

Catching your eye, the silver locket, sat on the once-empty desk, glints in the daybreak. Eric's back rises and falls. The rest of his bare body is covered by the messy bedsheets. Blissfully oblivious of your exit.

You let that sleeping form be your final image of the handsome Prince and disembark the Royal ship.

#sorry that my comeback post is for a man in a completely different universe #the little mermaid #prince eric x reader #prince eric x fem!reader #jonah hauer king #prince eric #prince eric fic

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amaretigris · 6 days

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Toe the Line

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A/n: I was given this other lovely idea from my dear friend. I'm not quite sure how many chapters this will be, but we'll see! Enjoy 💙

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Ch. 1 | 1.1k words | Fluff

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It was another beautiful day at the castle when you finally saw him. The prince that you'd heard so much about. Though you'd only recently started your job as a handmaiden to the Queen here, you heard stories involving Prince Eric all the time. All the staff spoke fondly of him, and the Queen herself gushed about him all the time.

You could see why. He was a kind, strong, and handsome young man. Though you never expected to be acknowledged by him, you were pleasantly surprised when he fixed you with those bright blue eyes in the courtyard one morning.

"Good morning. I don't believe we've met. I'm Eric. What's your name?"

You immediately curtseyed.

"Oh, that's not necessary. My mother is not here at the present," Eric assured, reaching out to help you up.

You felt yourself blush immediately.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. My name's (Y/N)."

Eric smiled at you. You'd never seen a more beautiful smile. You hoped to be graced with it at least once more in your life.

"That's a beautiful name. You're new here at the castle, yes?"

You nodded.

"Lovely. How are your accommodations? If you need anything, simply say the word."

"They're wonderful. Thank you," you smiled.

A beat of silence passed as you examined each other.

"Well, I must be going. Please do let me know if you need anything," Eric excused himself.

You watched his retreating form.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ𖠳 ᐝ

Day after day, you saw Eric come to and fro the docks. Apparently, his mother had given him strict orders not to sail. The prince, as clever as he is charming, strove to find ways around her wishes. He seemed to be taken with the sea. You often wondered what it would be like to go exploring alongside him. Who knew what treasures he had discovered out there?

You yourself had never set foot on a sailboat. Not for lack of desire, but simply lack of opportunity. You were born to a poor family who had been in service your whole life. It seemed only logical that you would follow suit to become a handmaiden. When your mother saw a chance for you to become a handmaiden to the Queen, she sent you off without question.

"You will have a better life serving royalty, my darling," she explained.

You knew better than to question her decision. You were destined to a life of servitude before your conception, after all. It never bothered you. You knew your place in the world.

You were enjoying working at the palace so far, especially since it was situated on the beach. You could walk down in the evenings, and listen to the waves. The seafoam tickling your toes was another added benefit. One evening, as it grew dark, you even got bold enough to shed your dress on the shore. Clothed only in your undergarments, you walked out into the water. The motion of the waves calmed you. You swam and floated on your back for a while, simply letting the water rock you. It was getting close to pitch black, and you saw the stars dotting the sky. Reluctantly swimming ashore, you slipped your dress back on, and carried your shoes up the sandy stairs.

Your hair was wavy and wet, but you didn't mind. Smiling to yourself, you crossed the courtyard to retire to your room for the night. The huge bay window that you passed to your quarters was normally dark and empty, but tonight it was illuminated. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but peak inside.

You watched Eric's form twirl round and round the expansive ballroom with Lashana. They were laughing as they glided across the marble tile. Frozen in fascination, you observed the two for a few minutes. You'd never seen dancing like this. It was so regal. It wasn't until your shoe dropped out of your hand and onto the pavement at your feet that the two of them stopped. Cursing and grabbing your shoe, you made the move to turn away from the door.

"(Y/N), is that you?"

Eric's voice pierced the serene silence of the night. You gulped and turned back to face him.

"Yes, I apologize Your Majesty. I didn't mean to intrude," you curtseyed out of habit.

Eric was already walking towards you.

"None of that, remember? Why are you soaking wet? Are you alright?"

Your eyes glanced up at his, and you saw his furrowed brow.

"Yes, sire. I went for a swim is all," you wrung your hands, feeling a tinge of pink on your cheeks.

Eric smiled at you.

"Did you? At this time of night? How wonderful," he laughed.

Looking back to him in confusion, you had been expecting to get reprimanded. Eric noticed your flustered look.

"What you do in your free time is your own, (Y/N). I'm sorry if we disturbed you. Lashana was making sure that my ballroom dancing is as adequate as ever. Mother is hosting a ball in two weeks."

You nodded.

"That's magnificent. I think I heard mention of it."

"Will you be attending?"

Again, you were surprised by the prince's words. No one ever cared if you showed up.

"I should be working."

"No," Eric shook his head.

"You should not be working. You should be enjoying the ball with everyone else," he stated simply.

You looked to Lashana who stood in the corner with her hands crossed over her abdomen. She smiled at you. Looking back to Eric, you were overwhelmed with his piercing blue eyes. You looked back down at your feet.

"Doesn't someone have to work the ball, sire?"

"Yes, well, we all take turns. Right, Lashana?"

Lashana nodded and smiled, but still didn't speak.

"There. It is settled. You will be coming to the ball," Eric smiled again.

You chanced another glance at his blue orbs.

"I'm afraid I have no dress fancy enough for a ball, Your Grace."

"Really? Well we'll have to mend that, won't we?"

Eric turned his head back to Lashana.

"Lashana, please take (Y/N) to the market sometime this week. Let her pick out a dress. Whatever she likes."

Lashana bowed her head.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she finally spoke.

She wore a smirk on her face after that. You wondered why.

"I couldn't accept that-" you started.

"You must accept it," Eric scrunched his brow.

You couldn't withstand his scrutinous gaze on you, and quickly nodded your agreement. A smug expression stamped his features.

"There is one other thing, Your Majesty," you trailed off, looking to the window beside you.

"What's that?"

"I don't know how to dance."

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #prince eric x reader #prince eric fanfiction #prince eric imagine #prince eric x y/n #prince eric x you #prince eric x fem!reader #my stuff

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kwnnys · 1 year

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WENDY X FEM READER???? eric insulting reader and wendy standing up for her gf?!?!?

— class fight

oneshot : fem reader a/n : wendy is such a girlboss tbh i love her so much warning(s) : mentions of homophobia + f slur

you opened your locker, grabbing your books and supplies for your next class.

"well well, if it isn't the f#g!" you heard a familiar squeaky voice speak and your lips curved into a frown.

turning around, you're met with the one and only eric cartman. "what do you want now, cartman?" you scoff and the boy shrugs.

"oh nothingg, just wanted to make fun of your ugly outfit today!" the boy laughed and you rolled your eyes, turning away from him and continuing to grab your things.

"I mean seriously, how did you even get a girlfriend? I wouldn't date you for a million bucks!" your fists clench and you're about to make a snarky remark, before hearing a loud smack.

you turn your head and see your girlfriend, wendy with her sleeves rolled up and cartman on the ground, wincing in pain.

"what the-"

"don't you ever talk about y/n like that you fatass, or else next time I'lll smack your face with a brick instead!" the raven haired girl spat, and you stared at her in shock.

wendys head turns to you before mumbling, "are you ok? don't let his words get to you"

your lips curve into a smirk and you pull her in for a hug, "dude, wendy! that was so fucking cool!" you squeal, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"someone had to teach that fatass a lesson" she chuckled, rolling her sleeve down.

"but yeah Im alright, don't worry about it" she smiles and wraps her arm around your waist, "I love you" you grin and kiss her lips, her face flushes and she coughs.

"I love you too, lets get to class before the bell rings"

#— elys works #south park x reader fluff #south park x reader #wendy testaburger #wendy testaburger x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park #x reader #fanfiction #eric cartman #fem reader #female reader #wlw

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charlotteking23 · 1 month

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Would you be able/willing to write an Eric Coulter x reader soulmate au where you feel a dulled version of your soulmate’s pain (more of an awareness of there being pain, and knowing where that pain is then actual pain) after you meet them for the first time, and the way that Eric figures out that the reader is his soulmate is because she suffers from chronic migraines and one day she’s missing from training and he finds her curled into the foetal position on the bathroom floor trying to keep still so the room stops spinning long enough for her to stand up? Maybe he takes her to the infirmary or maybe he doesn’t, but the entire time she’s like that he has maybe the worst headache he’s had in his entire life and he knows it’s nothing compared to what she deals with almost everyday.

My Pain

Eric Coulter x Reader soulmate au

I lay curled up in bed hearing the snores and the eerie quietness of the dauntless dorm. I looked around to see everyone asleep but me. This damn headache kept me awake the whole night.

I try to fall asleep squeezing my eyes shut as hard as possible but to no avail. I hear loud footsteps approaching the dorm, knowing it's Four here to wake us up. I silently got out of bed, quickly changing my shirt and putting on my shoes since I decided to sleep in my sweats.

The migraine was still killing me, I wondered if my soulmate could feel the amount of pain I was feeling, or if he was able to get any sleep?

I walked down towards the dauntless cafeteria, hoping I still had an appetite. As I approached, I saw Uriah already awake eating cake. I sat on the bench across from Uriah taking a piece of bread.

"Why are you eating cake at 7 in the morning?" I said with a teasing smile. "Why not? It's delicious" Uriah replied stuffing the rest of the cake in his mouth.

I quietly giggle under my breath. "Are you not hungry, You Usually finish like 5 pieces of bread", Uriah said with a concerned look. "Yeah I'm fine, just a migraine," I said with a fake smile but Uriah saw right through that.

A booming voice interrupted me and Uriah's conversation, "Initiates hurry up, you have two minutes to get to the gym". I look to find Eric standing there with all his glory. He looked out of place among the dauntless maybe it was his emotionless face or his bright blue eyes. But that didn't matter, all I felt was this throbbing migraine, How does one even get a migraine.

I quickly got up rushing towards the gym.

Four told us to run 10 laps, I started running but it kept feeling worse and worse. My head was pounding because of the immense pain, and I felt as if I wanted to puke. We finally finished and by that I mean I was the last one done. Immediately I fell on the floor, trying to regain my breath from the run.

Hearing footsteps, I look up to meet those blue eyes that haunt me. "That was pathetic", Eric said glaring at me as if I was dirt on his shoe. "What," I said getting up from the floor and glaring back at him ignoring the pain I was feeling. " what makes you think you can get into Dauntless if you can barely run 10 laps, He said as if running 10 laps around the compound was the easiest thing to do. Thankfully before I could reply, Four told us to partner up and fake fight. I left feeling Eric's eyes gapping through my head.

I was partnered with Tris, she was decent. I felt so dizzy feeling like I could pass out any minute. I left Tris telling four I had to use the restrooms. I made it in the restrooms splashing some water on my face to wake me up. I sat on the bathroom floor in the foetal position trying to keep still so the room stopped spinning long enough for me to stand up. I sat there for what felt like forever not having the strength to return to training.

Eric P.O.V

Where is she? it's already been half an hour, I said rubbing my hand over my chin and looking for Y/N. I don't know, she said she needed to use the restroom, Four said not even glancing at me but only focusing on that stiff. I huff walking out of the gym to the restrooms, Ever since last night I have been feeling some headache pain but it's been feeling worse recently. I hope she didn't skip if she knows what is best for her.

I expected to see an empty restroom but saw Y/N curled on the floor, crying. Hey, are you okay? I was trying to approach her but didn't know what to say. I am not good at comforting people at all. I gently pick her up bridal style, carrying her to my apartment. I approach my apartment opening the door with my keys.

It was bigger than most apartments because I was a leader. it was spacious with a living room and a bookshelf near my desk. I walked towards my bedroom gently laying her on my bed since she was asleep.

I could she didn't get any sleep because her eye bags and her nose looked so red because of the crying. She looked so peaceful but I know in reality she was hurting. I waited for a couple of hours until she woke up, Training for today was already over.

Y/n P.O.V

I woke feeling well rested, the covers were so soft it felt like silk, It was so warm and I didn't want to ever leave. If I didn't realize this was not the dorm but someone's apartment.

I carefully slid off the bed checking if my clothes were still on. I tiptoed towards what seemed to be the living room but who was there surprised me. "Eric", I whispered his head immediately looking toward me. "how are you feeling? I made some tea if you wanted some, He said but all I could was nod yes. He pats the seat next to him on the couch, and I quickly sat next to him. I waited for him to speak but he just kept looking at me with these different emotions, it felt overwhelming to look in his eyes.

" what happened and why am I in your apartment?", I said trying to recall what had happened. Eric's voice interrupted my thought, "I found you laying on the bathroom floor asleep so I carried you here because they were full in the infirmary." "Thank you, Eric". I felt grateful he had helped me and that my migraine felt less intense than before.

"What happened, why were you on the floor?" Eric began to stay seeing how curious to know what made me pass out. "I had a migraine since last night and It got worse throughout the day". I replied, expecting Eric to kick me out but instead, I heard him whisper last night over and over as if trying to solve a mystery.

"Y/N, I think I am your soulmate", He said putting his hand through his hair. Okay, that wasn't what I was expecting him to say. "what, are you sure?" I said not believing him. You said you got your migraine last night well so did I and it felt worse today, especially when you passed out. And I know it sounds cliche but when I held you I felt sparks.

"Here I will prove it." This man decided to punch himself in the face to prove he was my soulmate. That's kinda sweet but stupid but still sweet. "Owe, Okay I believe you but please don't punch yourself on purpose again", I said as I rubbed my cheek angrily with a pout on my lips.

"I'm happy I found my soulmate, even if it is the scary leader", I said with a teasing grin I probably look stupid right now but I didn't care I was just happy I found my soulmate and didn't have to die lonely. "I am happy my soulmate is someone I tolerate", Eric said smiling. It was my first time seeing him smile knowing it wouldn't be the last.

#eric coulter #dauntless #divergent #eric divergent #erudite #eric coulter imagine #eric coulter imagines #eric coulter fanfiction #eric coulter oneshots #eric coulter x reader #amity #abnegation #candor #fem reader #eric coulter x y/n #y/n #x reader

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tonixe · 10 months

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Do you still do South Park fics if so may I request a Kenny with a twin sister reader (platonic of course I hate how I have to specify this)

Kenny with a Twin Sister

n.o.t.e.s - Ofc, but how does someone ship siblings, I don't get how you really ship two people that are related and really write about incest like it is a normal thing. I just don't get that tbh.

w.a.r. n. - Fluff

p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - siblings bonding together Kenny and his twin sister.

w.c - 1.2k

Waking up from your bed or well mattress on the floor, as you got up from it, throwing the fabric onto your 'bed'. As you looked outside, at the fluffy white scene outside.

Looking at the time, it was 10 mins before the bus arrived to pick you, Kenny, and Karen, to school. While you rushed at your feet to Kenny's room, "Kenny, wake up!" you yelled, hitting him. Just for your advances to be in vain as he grumbled and covered himself with a blanket.

"Kenny" you yelled kicking him off his bed, hearing him fall down with a 'thump', groaning in pain. As he shot you a glare, "You're welcome, now get ready, the bus is going to be here in-" You checked the broken alarm clock "EIGHT MINUTES" you yelled, before you rushed to Karen's room, waking her up. Dashing out to get ready yourself. Before you went to the kitchen grab some leftover Eggo waffles from dinner.

As you gave one to the still-sleepy Karen, as she took her backpack eating the waffle. "Finally, you're up" you exclaimed, throwing him the waffle as he catches it, "Thanks," he said, before eating and zipping up his parka.

You bit your waffle, as you grabbed your own backpack and walked out of the runt down grabbed your backpack. Walking towards the bus station, the coldness of the weather makes you shake. "You, okay?" Kenny said through his parka, even though it was mostly muffed but still understandable to you.

"Yea, just don't want to go to school, you know," you said, staring at the Colorado sky.

"Yeah," he muttered, as he looked at the broken concrete. As you guys arrived at the bus stop, you and Karen sat on the bench, while Kenny went to talk to his friends. Karen laid her head on your shoulder, taking a nap.

The bus arrived at the stop, you never liked the bus driver, Ms. Crabtree. She was scared, and a bird even lives in her hair. She was always cranky, as you woke her up. Holding her hand, helping her up the bus steps. The bus driver nagged at you, as you waved to a few of your friends, Wendy and Bebe.

Walking into the bus, sitting next to Karen. Placing your backpack as a pillow for her. You heard some yelling from the back of the bus, and to your not-surprising pleasure, it your, of course, your twin brother and his friend, you glance them a glare, and put one of your fingers to your lip, motioning them to shut up. As you covered Karen's ears before she heard anything else coming out of their mouths.

Before you could even relax on the bus, you heard Eric yell at Kyle, "IM NOT FUCKING FAT, IM BIG BONED KYLE!" he yelled. You groaned out, before rubbing your face, laying your head further into the uncomfortable seat.

The bus soon moved over the bumpy road, looking into the window, as evergreen tree was racing by you. Trying to occupy yourself before you get to school. But soon everything went black, as you yawned out, and closed your eyes.

"Hey, wake up Y/N!" you woke up, staring at Kenny shaking you. "Get up, we're here," he said before he walked out of the bus. You woke up Karen, got her out of the bus, walked into the school, before you walked Karen to her kindergarten class, giving her backpack to her, before giving her and hug and waving at your old kindergarten teacher.

You stopped by your locker to place your backpack in your locker and get some of your books. Walking down to your own classroom, before the bell ranged, Mr. Garrision wasn't in the classroom, weirdly enough. The whole classroom was just talking as you sat by yourself, looking at the window prompting your arm up and putting your face onto your palm, tapping your fingers on the desk.

"Hey Y/N," Bebe gave you a whisper-yell, as you looked at moved closer to her, "Did you know Mr. Garrision is absent today" she said, "I heard he was fired or something, so we're probably getting sub today" she finished.

"Really," you said, "Yea really," she said, before the sub came in, with some papers. And class started.

Soon the class was over, and it was time for lunch. You got up, get your things, walking into the lunchroom. As you sat with your friends, eating some of the school lunch, at least today was good. The food looked edible this time, as you got some glances from Clyde.

Clyde was your crush; you had a crush on him ever since when you were in 2nd grade. You immediately blushed when he glances at you, you never told Kenny because of what he was going to say to you about him.

As you looked at your lunch, playing with it. Before the girls were looking at you curiously. "Y/N, he's looking at you" Wendy nudged at you, smiling you.

Before something hit you lightly, as you saw it was a yellow post it, as you unwrapped it, smiling, as the girl looked at you with a smile. "What does it say Y/N!" Red said, leaning towards you.

"It says do you like me, and check box for yes or no" you whisper nervously, "Say yes!" Nichole said, smiling at you.

"Okay!" you exclaimed, "I need a pen!" Wendy immediately gives you a pen, as you check out the yes box. Before throwing the note back to Clyde, as you are waiting for him to say something, anxiously looking at him unwrapping the note before looking at you and laughing.

Your heart immediately dropped, "Um, I need to go" you whispered, before running straight to the bathroom, Kenny saw your running form, running out of the cafeteria. Before he looked at Clyde and the boys laughing around him, expect for Kyle and Craig. "What happen"

"Holy Shit, I never knew Y/N ever liked Clyde" Eric snickered, "Wait what," Kenny said, "What the fuck, Clyde" Kenny yelled at him, before running after you.

"It was just a prank, Kenny" Clyde said, "Well don't fucking do those pranks to my fucking twin sister, asshole" he yelled out.

Kenny knew his twin sister well enough, to know where your favorite spot was at school, behind the school risers. "Y/N" Kenny whispered out; he heard your sniffingly. You looked up from your knees. "What do you want," you said, sniffling out, wiping your tears.

"Why didn't you tell me, you liked Clyde," Kenny said, putting his hands into his pockets, slumping down to you. "I didn't know you would care" you said.

"Well, I do. Why would you like that fucking asshole" he snapped, looking at you.

"Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know" you yelled, tear dripping down from your face.

"God" Kenny whispered, looking from the bench.

"Well, what he did was not fucking okay" Kenny said, you looked at him.

"You shouldn't be wasting your tears over him, Y/N" he cocked his head at you.

You sniffed, "You know what would make it better, beating the shit out of Clyde" Kenny said, "Isn't he your friend" you said.

"Well, not anymore, he fucked with you, he was a total asshole to you" Kenny exclaimed, before getting up. Giving hand to you, as you took it and got up.

"Now, let's give Clyde a piece our mind" Kenny said giving you a fist bump, "fist bump?"

"Fist Bump" you laughed, as you bumped him up, while you guys crack some jokes walking back to the cafeteria.

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blossominghunnie · 10 months

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Minnie's POV

After a long and tiring ride, we finally arrived at our destination.

“This is prettier than I imagined.” Lina spoke while looking out of the window.

“It is, it looks better than in the pictures.” I agreed.

“It says here that we're 20 minutes away from the airbnb.” Eric informed us, as he looked on the google maps that was on his phone.

“Cool.”

We rented a house big enough for the 14 of us, it was way cheaper than staying at a hotel.

We continued our way while listening to Monsters by All Time Low, one of my favorite songs. I was leaning against the window, admiring the view. It was a very colorful and cute town, with a few cars and pedestrians. Perfect for a chill and fun trip, I couldn't wait to explore the place.

Without realizing my eyes started to close, I guess I was tired of driving since I did it for a few hours before my boyfriend switched with me.

✱*.:｡✧*

I felt someone gently shaking me, which made me open my eyes slowly.

“Morning, sweetie.” Eric cutely smiled.

“Hi.” I replied with a small smile. Then I rubbed my eyes and yawned, I was so exhausted.

Before I was able to get up from my seat, someone lifted and carried me in their arms.

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“Just taking care of my girl.” I blushed. “You know I can walk, right?” I talked still smiling.

“Obviously, but you're so sleepy you'll barely walk properly.” He pointed out.

“Okay, true but still.” I yawned once again and leaned against his chest. “I'll let you carry me just cause I feel too tired to argue.”

“Thank you for the honor, Mins.”

“You're welcome, honey.”

We laughed together and started moving towards the house. Our friends were waiting for us in the living room.

“Finally, what took you guys so long?” Maddie sighed, sounding annoyed.

“I wasn't able to wake Mins up, she's a heavy sleeper.” Eric answered while taking a sit on the couch next to Dottie and Jeno, me on his lap.

“That's true, one day at a sleepover I had to spray her with water cause she didn't wake up.” Josie commented, making all of our friends laugh.

I just glared and stuck my tongue out playfully at her. “Still can’t believe you did that, I’m not a cat.”

“Okay people, there's seven rooms so there's gonna be 2 people per room.” Mae informed us.

“We already know that Jeno and Dottie are sharing, as well as Minnie and Eric.” Blake said.

“Jaeden and I can share a room too, we've done it before when we've had sleepovers.”

“Okay! We can be roomies if you want.” Mae looked at Maddie.

“Sure.” She shrugged.

“Evan will share with me.” Louis said, not surprising us that much, since we all knew he had a crush on her. Minus the girl, of course.

“Noooo, please save me.” The blonde pleaded. “He's going to tease me and won't let me sleep.”

“I promise I won't.” She gave him a look. “Okayyyy, not that much.”

She pointed at him threateningly. “I warn you that I'll make your life miserable if I don't get my beauty sleep.”

“Okay, okay.” He lifted his arms up in defense.

“That leaves Braeden and Kai, Blake and Josie.

“We'll share.” Josie talked, looking at the black haired, who nodded.

“Looks like B and Kai will be roomies.”

“Okay.”

I feel like they could be good friends, they're similar.

“We'll unpack tomorrow, let's go to sleep.” My older sister spoke.

“Okay, Mom Mae.”

“Night!” We all said in unison and parted our ways.

The blonde haired carried me again bridal style. We arrived at our room and he placed me gently on the bed.

Eric searched for his pijama on his luggage and went to the bathroom that was inside the room, while I got comfortable under the covers and closed my eyes.

“Aren't you gonna change?” My boyfriend asked as he lay down next to me.

“Nop, I'm too tired and lazy.” I giggled.

“Okay. Sleep well, sweetie.”

“You too, honey.”

I put my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around my waist. And just like that I fell asleep, not knowing what was waiting for us.

Synopsis: In which a group of friends decide to go on a trip together and end up being stuck in a terrifying adventure.

Note: Kinda short and uneventful but here's ch. 5!

04 ≈⌲ 06

Masterlist

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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 1 year

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Eric Draven x Plus Size Latina Reader Headcanons

• He met you when you were trying to get revenge on your rapist. He helped you murder that man and also showed you a good route to escape and place to hide when the police sirens sounded too close for comfort.

• Once you become really close with him you call him endearing names like “Tesoro/Mi Tesoro” and “Luz de mi vida” and comment on his “Ojos de ángel” (Angel eyes). He finds you speaking Spanish adorable and asks you to teach him a few words.

• He totally pampers you and he has fun doing your makeup and he finds you pretty things while he’s out killing scumbags. Sometimes his crow flies to your window and taps on the glass with a small present for you.

• He loves your curves and every part of you. And yes, the sex is incredible. He’s extremely sensitive to your needs and always respects what you want and how you want it.

• He loves your cooking, especially the tres leches cake you made for his birthday. He tries his best to help out in the kitchen but is definitely better at just watching.

• You get him fresh clothes and stitch his ripped ones and use stain remover and hydrogen peroxide to get the blood out. He always apologizes for the shape his shirts are in, but you’re just happy it’s an excuse for him to take his shirt off. ;)

• Eric has moments of madness and crazed vengefulness but you can always calm him down. He loves you infinitely, and would never hurt you. He eventually opens up to you about how strange it is to hear voices in his head and be somewhat alive again.

• He’s memorized your favorite snacks and always reminds you to take care of yourself because you’re so worried about him sometimes you forget.

• You introduce him to your abuela, and she loves Eric and thinks he’s quite the gentleman and a perfect match for you.

• Eric will beat the crap out of anyone who calls you any racial slurs or anything degrading, whether it be about your Hispanic heritage or your weight.

• He writes you songs on his guitar and plays them for you when you’re feeling down.

#fanfic #eric draven #eric draven x reader #the crow #the crow 1994 #the crow film #eric draven imagine #eric draven x fem!reader #eric draven headcanons #the crow headcanons #headcanons

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alessiathepirate · 10 months

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The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes

RING: Eric King x fem!reader

Summary: The Colonel isn't wearing his ring anymore - she wants to know why.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This story has been in my drafts since December, because for some reason I couldn't find the motivation to finish it. Now it's finally done, and it's my gift to all the people out there who still think about Eric King and House of Ashes - like I do.

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

•••

She didn't know when the sudden change happened - not for sure. The only thing she noticed was that last week Eric King was still wearing his wedding ring on a necklace around his neck, but this week it wasn't there. It was missing. No necklace, no ring.

If she wanted to be honest curiousity was slowly eating her away, but she didn't dare to ask the reason for this change. She wanted to and she knew she could calmly ask, because Eric wasn't a man driven by anger. It was just the timing... There wasn't a single moment this week when she could make some small talk with the man and then ask the reason for the missing jewellery.

After Caelus' success came the fuss around the briefing what was about to take place in Camp Slayer a former palace in Iraq. And of course the success made the man happier than ever - and he deserved to be happy, because he was working on the software for years. Therefore it really wasn't the right moment to go and snoop around. The briefing on the other hand made him nervous, but after he made sure she'll be the one to accompany him to Iraq, he seemed to calm down a bit.

Her relationship with the Colonel was not the kind others would expect from the two of them. Their friendship was too close and unprofessional from time to time to be fully accepted - and the military men and women seemed to think she was just trying to climb up higher through the Colonel. So because of that they were professional whenever others were around, but when they were able to get a few minutes for themselves they were happy to call the other by their first name and talk about whatever they wanted to.

When the day to go to Camp Slayer came, they were alone in Eric's office to get everything they'll need. There was still half an hour left until departure so they were looking around the room calmly, not wanting to leave anything important behind.

Now that she was alone with the man she couldn't keep her curiousity to herself. Her palm was itching to know the truth and her throat felt dry as she kept herself back from talking.

"You don't wear your ring anymore." the sentence came out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"I'm sorry?" Eric asked as he turned around to look at her.

"I'm sorry if it's too personal, but- I noticed that you don't wear the necklace with the- you know, ring on it." she tried to avoid his gaze, but he made sure she looked at him as he walked towards her.

"Yes, I thought it was time to get rid of it."

She looked him in the eye with confusion on her face. "But why?"

"You know about my relationship with Rachel. You know how it is and how rocky it has become." he explained. "I thought it was about time to really put an end to it."

She looked up at him to examine his features, but the attempt was unsuccessful. She completely froze and her mind was trying to answer the question why - why now? -, so she was unable to process what she was seeing.

Did they talk about it? Did he find someone else?

Her heart slightly ached at the thought. He didn't say anything about meeting someone or getting close to someone. They were friends, weren't they? He would have told her, right?

"I see." she said after a while not daring to ask around more, afraid that she'll get an answer what will hurt her deeply.

"I didn't think you'd notice."

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked with a confused expression. "I know you well."

"Yeah, you do."

The silence sat in again and she put a few important documents in Eric's briefcase. As she rearranged the remaining papers on his desk, she noticed that he didn't get back to work.

"Are we ready to go?" she asked and looked up at him again.

"I think we'll get a divorce. Rachel and I." he started, finding his strength to get everything he wanted to say off of his chest.

"Right, that explains the ring I guess."

"Not exactly. I think I found someone who helped me get through Rachel and the accident and-"

"Oh." she looked away from him, doing her best to process what he was saying.

He found someone else. Someone he didn't tell her about. Someone she didn't know. For a moment she had to think about what hurt more: that he found a love interest or that he didn't tell her about it?

Eric has always been her anchor and she was sure he felt the same about her. Even when things got hard to get through, they still had the other to lighten the mood or to say something funny (or in his case - nerdy) what made the sadness in the air disappear. They were great together - great friends, great soldiers... So why can't he be honest with her?

"Well, I'm happy you found someone Colonel."

"- and I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me after we come back from the briefing and after we solve everything with Rachel."

Now that was something new and unexpected.

She blinked a few times, trying to process what he just said. Dating? They'll go on a date? They think about the other as something more?

She thought about all the times they spent together, about all the times her friends teased her about the Colonel - maybe they do have something more than pure friendship.

"A date?" she asked and a smiled formed on her face.

She was about to continue, but there was a knock on the door.

"Colonel? Are you ready to go? The chopper is here."

"I'll be out in a moment. Thank you."

Getting back to reality was harsh. She didn't want to go, she wanted to continue this conversation, she wanted to quickly finish the briefing so they can finally go out on that date.

"We should go." Eric said, his voice full of disappointment.

She didn't like how he sounded. She didn't like how his smile disappeared and how his shoulders seemed tense.

"I'd love to." she said quickly. "I'd love to go out on that date- if it's okay..."

"After the briefing?" he asked, not letting her finish what her inner insecurities wanted her to say.

"Sure, after the briefing. And after you and Rachel sorted things out."

Before leaving the room, Eric gently put his hands on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It was careful and unsure, but it was a great promise.

A promise she hoped he won't break.

#the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures #house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology house of ashes #house of ashes x reader #eric king #eric king x reader #eric king x fem!reader #fluff

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I dare you to fuck Shotaro - O.ST

Pairing: Osaki Shotaro x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 6066 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, smut, strangers to friends to enemies (meh) to lovers, fuckboy!Shotaro

Other idols: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan (bc it wouldn’t be a ybbp fic without him), Chou Tzuyu (Twice), Wang Yiren (Everglow), Han Jisung / Han (Stray Kids), Ju Haknyeon and Son Youngjae / Eric (The Boyz)

Warnings: mentioned past Haechan x reader, truth or dare, being dared to fuck (??), oral, fingering, rimming and slight anal play (f receiving), sex toys, praise, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap the willy, silly)

Summary: Osaki Shotaro. A man, a reputation. Don't let his adorable exterior fool you, that boy is freaky. Shotaro is widely known to be fuckboy number one, always a line of guys and girls waiting to get a taste of his performance. He might have a baby-like face, but his shenanigans in the sheets are everything but.

Would it be possible that this particular boy can help you with your little problem of not being able to cum?

(Spoiler: Donghyuck thinks: yes!)

You have a secret. Well, it's not really a secret anymore since the last party you attended, a game of truth or dare forcing you to reveal it to the public, but it's pretty personal.

Honestly, you've struggled with this for some time now. It had not only cost you your nerves, but also several relationships and hook-ups that could have been great, but turned out to be, over and over again, nothing but disappointing.

The problem is surely not with you, since you can get yourself off just fine with a bit of work and patience, but with them. The thing is: no one's ever made you cum, and gradually you begin to believe that no one ever will.

I mean, yeah, they'd gotten an 'almost' or an 'just a little more' or a few clenches out of you, but never the real thing. Of course, you're aware that this is not the end of the world, this is not that huge of a problem, but you can't help but to fantasize how it would be if someone finally made you cum. You'd probably fall in love with them immediately.

You believe that this has something to do with how long you've been trying for, like you're putting yourself under pressure at this point, thinking about nothing else but 'are they going to make me cum' while they're at it, you're not even relishing in the feeling of being with someone anymore. It's just always in the back of your head, and it pains you.

Maybe you should've accepted it by now. Maybe you should've just given up at this point, but there's this tiny little sparkle of hope that someday your knight in shining amour will come and save you from your misery.

Another weekend, another party, another game of truth or dare. You're sitting around in a circle with some of your friends, and some people that are not particularly your friends, but you've seen them around before.

Yiren, your closest friend ever since you started college, sits next to you. It's her turn to chose between truth or dare right now, and she's nervously picking at her fingernails.

Is this an overreaction? No. Because the person at the other end of the question or dare is going to be no other than Lee Donghyuck, and he is globally known to put people in the meanest situations. He's actually the one to hold accountable for the slip of your not-being-able-to-make-cum-problem.

"Truth?" Yiren finally decides on, hoping that Donghyuck will have mercy on her, but an evil grin begins to spread over his face. Even over the loud music blasting from downstairs, you can hear Yiren gulp.

"Who in this room would you fuck?"

Yiren presses her lips together. You know her all too well, noticing this specific look in her eyes as she's trying to come up with a clever reply. "Definitely not you, you ass."

"Okay, ouch, but that was not the question," Donghyuck reminds her and she rolls her eyes in annoyance, scanning over the group of people scattered around.

"I don't want to shag any of you fuckers," Yiren whines as her eyes come back to rest on Donghyuck who has a smug look on his face.

"You know what happens if you don't answer, right?" He asks, though he already knows the answer, and he knows that by setting up the rule that everyone who doesn't do a dare or answer a truth has to jump into the pool butt naked, he's already won the game.

"Fuck you, Hyuck," Yiren snarls, squinting her eyes at the mean little gremlin across from her, "Alright, if I had to let anyone of you stick his dick inside me, it would probably be Eric."

Loud noises appear, a wide variety of clapping, shouting, cursing and laughing is being displayed to your ears, and you can't help but to grin yourself. Eric looks more than proud, as if he's about to get up and ask Yiren out after what she'd said.

"But only because it'd be over quickly because he cums so fast," Yiren adds and grins, and Eric's smug facial expression falls from his face and drops onto the floor. Hell breaks lose around you as Eric gets teased and people applaud.

Once the noise dies down, Haknyeon speaks up, "I actually thought she'd say Shotaro, not gonna lie."

All eyes fall onto said man who grins cutely and takes a sip from his cup.

Osaki Shotaro. A man, a reputation. Don't let his adorable exterior fool you, that boy is freaky. Shotaro is widely known to be fuckboy number one, always a line of guys and girls waiting to get a taste of his performance. He's a dancer, so you can imagine what those hips can do. He might have a baby-like face, but his shenanigans in the sheets are everything but.

"Why him?" Han Jisung pipes up, and seems to be speaking everyone's mind.

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" Haknyeon looks around but is only met with bewildered stares or shaking heads. "He's a pussy magnet."

You can't help but fake a gagging noise at the expression, earning a few chuckles and a loud humored squeal from Yiren who smacks your thigh, making you grin.

"Is it true that you made a girl cum within 30 seconds?" It sounds from Eric, a little timid as he creates direct eye-contact with Shotaro. Apparently, he's heard about the rumors too?

Shotaro blushes a little, and the way he lowers his head and just begins grinning to himself speaks louder than any words could ever. Though, his introverted, almost shy persona makes you question the truth behind the statement. Shotaro just doesn't seem like the fuckboy everyone makes of him.

"You freaky bastard!" Donghyuck laughs as he hits Shotaro's shoulder. "Come on, spill the tea."

Shotaro sits up a little, looking around the circle. All eyes are on him once again, and he clears his throat nervously.

"It is true."

"Damn," Haknyeon brings out and people begin nodding.

"I mean, it's not that hard, really. You just have to know a woman's body and listen to her reactions. Oh, and foreplay," Shotaro explains, and his confidence grows visibly with every word as he receives impressed looks.

"It was fun hearing about your sex life, Taro, but could we continue? I don't want to be the only person embarrassed right now," Yiren pipes up and Shotaro nods, leaning back against the couch behind him. Donghyuck is reluctant though, he seems quite interested in Shotaro's words.

"Hyuck, don't embarrass yourself even further. Just say you can't make a girl cum and move on! You can ask Shotaro later for tips." You roll your eyes playfully.

The others of the group did not have to know, but you and Donghyuck go way back. Well, not really, just a few months, and you actually hooked up once. It wasn't bad, of course, how could it with how beautiful Donghyuck is, but, well, you didn't cum. And that kind of frustrated him, so you didn't do it again.

After a few weeks of not speaking to each other, you talked it out, finally, and decided to just stay friends after all.

"Shut up," Donghyuck growls, you know that's a sore point with him, "Wasn't it you who can't cum at all?"

"Touché," you mumble, readjusting your position on the carpet by pulling your knees up further to your chest.

"It's your turn, actually," Donghyuck says and you immediately regret the snarly remark you had thrown at him, "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to fuck Shotaro."

Silence.

Donghyuck grins, feeling like he's won. "Hey," – he puts his hands up defensively – "I'm doing you a favor here."

"Donghyuck you can't make people fuck as a dare." Tzuyu pipes up for the first time tonight, being the eldest and therefore the voice of reason of the group, Donghyuck immediately closes his mouth.

"Facts," Haknyeon supports and you grin proudly. Though, the thought of fucking Shotaro does not leave your head as quickly as you thought.

The lawn behind the library of your university is of perfect use for a calm get together with your friend group. To your surprise, it's the same constellation as at the party the other night, and you end up sitting right next to Shotaro.

Whether you wanted it or not, said man has not left your brain for the past days since the party. You can't help but wonder if he actually could get you off. And at the same time, you can't say he's unattractive and doesn't spike your interest in more than one way, without lying.

Shotaro had always been cute in your eyes. Not only cute, but really attractive, especially as you saw him at one of his dance performances once. Even so, you had never made a move on him, it just never came up. You realize that right now would be the perfect opportunity.

How does one start a conversation, though?

"Oh, look who's sitting together." Donghyuck grins as he eyes the both of you. You glare at him, and Shotaro turns a little red.

That's how you start a conversation, you guess.

"I'm so sorry," you apologize to Shotaro next to you, but he smiles.

"It's okay."

Shotaro looks so cute up close, you find as you take in his face, cute eye smile full on display, just as his adorable bunny teeth. He's so cute, there's no way he fucks like he's rumored to.

"Do you want to go out sometime?" Shotaro suddenly asks and you're honestly a little taken aback by his straightforwardness. You scan over his face for any sign of this being some kind of prank, but you find none.

"Sure," you say, a smile spreading over your cheeks as you take Shotaro's phone from his hands as he gives it to you, putting in your number. Somewhere behind you, you hear someone inhale. "Donghyuck, I swear to God, one comment and I'm telling everyone about your tiny dick."

You knows that's a lie, but it's fun getting him angry.

"You know I can prove you wrong right now!"

A loud protest erupts from the group as Donghyuck gets up and begins opening his belt.

Days go by, and you and Shotaro meet up several times, but never alone. You don't talk much, but a little, and you quite enjoy his presence. You text much, though, everyday. You've not dared to push it into a suggestive direction yet.

Last time you saw each other, though, Shotaro had seemed different, a little drunker than usual, and extremely clingy, not that you mind, per se. Though, the comments he gave off were pretty unusual.

"Remember that night of the truth or dare game?" He had whispered in your ear. "You know I could help you out right? I'm great in bed, you know the stories. I could make you cum."

And as much as you hate to say this, because all of it was probably true and turned you on, you hate the way he said it to you like this. It made you want him even more, yes, but it was so out of character for him that you wonder whether you even know him or not.

His smugness doesn't fade after that evening, and he keeps throwing comments like these and you hate it, you really hate him for it. You hate his confidence, for some reason, and the way he keeps rubbing it under your nose.

It's like something flipped the switch in him, making him all cocky and unbearable. You just want your cute Shotaro back, who might be a fuckboy, but doesn't show his smug confidence that he has every right to have. It pains you, but you find yourself spending less time with him, texting back less frequently and avoiding him when you see him in the hallways, quickly turning around and rushing in the other direction with fast steps.

You don't know if he notices, but he doesn't show it. You really wonder what's gotten into him to make him act like that. Maybe this is just his usual self, and he's fooled you before. Maybe he's not cute, not ever, maybe he is just a douchebag.

The worst thing about this: you still want him.

Sometimes, you wonder how Donghyuck does it. One moment, you arrive at the party, ready to get drunk and dance with your friends, the next you're back upstairs in that stinky room that smells like cheap beer and weed, only to sit on the dirty carpet playing truth or dare once again.

The tension in the air thickens as soon as you notice Shotaro squeezing through the door and sitting down on the floor across from you. You gulp, averting your gaze, but you find yourself repeatedly eyeing him every few seconds. He looks great with his oversized clothing, and you're sure that he sports some serious muscle underneath the layers of fabric.

Shotaro seems to have noticed your presence as well, eyes roaming over your figure wrapped in a short skirt and a wide shirt, similar to his. You can practically feel him undressing you with his eyes, and though you're still kind of upset with him, you can't deny the tingling heat of lust rushing through your veins.

It annoys you.

"Guys," Donghyuck claps his hands together, making you jump, "today's alternative for the game is", he pulls a little bowl from behind his back, showing the folded pieces of paper inside to the crowd, "pick one and follow the instructions."

The moderate level of drunkness of the group causes everyone to just nod along, agreeing to the new rule since that means none of them have to get much more creative with trying to come up with a punishment. In addition to that, Tzuyu is currently not around, and if it's not her then there's no stopping Donghyuck.

The game starts and you wonder how it's still interesting after having played so many times before, you're honestly surprised that there's still some information about the other players that you weren't aware of.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

It's Shotaro's voice and you look up at him immediately, earning an evil grin from Donghyuck that you – lucky for him – do not notice.

"Who do you have a crush on?" Eric asks him, and even though the question is rather innocent compared to some others, Shotaro goes silent. About a minute passes by, and Shotaro seems to be deeply in thought about his next words.

"Pass," he finally settles on, and you could swear that his eyes flicker over at you for a second. A series of gasps erupt from the crowd and Donghyuck is quick to jump onto his feet, holding the bowl with the pieces of paper right under Shotaro's nose with a grin.

Shotaro presses his lips together, but still reaches in to pull a piece out. Everyone's holding their breath as he unfolds it slowly, snorting as he reads what's written on the paper.

"What?"

"What is it?"

Grinning in disbelief, Shotaro turns the piece of paper around to show everyone the writing on the inside. You close your eyes in annoyance, breathing out heavily through your nose to keep yourself from jumping Donghyuck and ripping his throat out.

Do what Donghyuck says.

That guy's got nerves.

Donghyuck claps his hands together, then begins rubbing his palms against each other like a fly. "Alrighty, what should I do with you."

"Hyuck, you're such a pain in the ass, I swear to God," you can't hold the words back that tumble out of your mouth, unfiltered.

A big, bad mistake, you realize just seconds later.

"Ah, if this isn't Miss Dry-Pussy."

"It's not dry, and you know it. I can get plenty wet, it's just hard for me to cum!" You protest, sending Donghyuck a salty look all while missing the way Shotaro's eye bulge out of their sockets for a brief second at your statement.

"Well if you have so much to say, why don't you say it to him as he makes you cum?" Donghyuck grins sinisterly, and you blink slowly at him. "Excuse me?"

"Yes! That is my final decision. Shotaro, your punishment is: make her cum!"

You begin to protest loudly, screaming profanities of all sorts at Donghyuck as you get dragged away into a spare room, which you later realize is actually Donghyuck's bedroom, alongside Shotaro, the door shut right into your face.

You inhale deeply before turning around to Shotaro. He opens his mouth to say something, but you raise your hand to stop him from doing so.

"Let's get this over with," you sigh before plopping down on Donghyuck's bed, kicking off your panties under your skirt. A few seconds go by and nothing happens, so you lift your head off the mattress to look at Shotaro. "What are you waiting for?"

Apparently, this, because one second later, Shotaro is already hovering above you. "Tell me if I should stop."

For a brief second, you're perplexed, but then Shotaro leans down to your neck, his breath fanning over your skin before his lips begin touching it gently. The second you feel him making direct contact with your body, you melt into the mattress. Of course, you're still confused, and a little mad (and extremely angry at Donghyuck for putting you in this situation), but that doesn't make you want him any less. Not that you would ever admit to that.

Though, the way he begins letting his hands wander over your body makes it extremely hard to resist him.

"J-just do it already," you let out, trying to make your voice sound as stable as possible, but failing miserably. Shotaro chuckles, making quick eye contact with you before moving down your body. He lays on his stomach in between your legs, running his hands over the expanse of your naked thighs, groping the flesh between his fingers and you dare to glance down at him.

Big mistake, you realize, the sight of him with glazed over eyes as he stares at your core, licking his lips is too hot to handle, making you clench involuntarily. Of course, he notices, but he doesn't comment on it.

Gently, he spreads your legs further, then leans in to kiss along the insides of your thighs. His breath tickles a little, the sensation striking right into your core as he sucks and nibbles his way up to your hole.

Just as you think he's going to dive in finally, he only switches sides, the only thing touching your clit being his breath as he switches from your left leg to your right and the other way around, until finally, he delivers a gentle kiss onto your folds.

You groan out, then realize what your doing and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. He might be doing fantastic so far, but he really doesn't have to know that.

Next, he licks along your slit, parting your folds with his wet muscle before sucking on them, switching up his motions until his tongue pushes into you a little. You bite into the back of your hand at the sensation, eyebrows scrunching up as you clench for him again.

Slowly, Shotaro works his way up to your clit, spitting on it for some extra wetness before he begins sucking. Not too hard to overwhelm you, not too gently to bore you, just perfect in intensity to make you feel the tingling sensation in your stomach beginning to form.

After making sure your clit is wet enough, he plunges his tongue back into your hole, bringing one of his hands up to rub circles into your bundle of nerves with his thumb. You're letting out embarrassingly whiny sounds at this point, glad that the music from downstairs drowns them out just enough for Shotaro to miss them, hopefully.

His ministrations feel incredible, honestly, the rumors seem to be true.

"You taste so good," Shotaro mumbles against your skin before continuing to lick into you and your unoccupied hand grabs onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself. Shotaro's oral skills? Amazing. Shotaro's oral skills combined with his dirty talk? Fuuuuuck.

Shotaro keeps his thumb working on your clit as he begins licking a little lower until his tongue swipes over your rim. All muscles in your lower region seem to clench simultaneously, a choked moan leaving your mouth that you couldn't hold back.

"Hm, did that feel good?"

He does it again, this time applying more pressure and you respond with another whine, pushing your hips onto his tongue. Shotaro continues, throwing more spit into the mix that you can feel trickling down onto Donghyuck's bed, but that's honestly his own fault.

His tongue pushes past your ring muscle and your eyes roll back at the amazing feeling. Once Shotaro seems satisfied with how wet both of your holes are, he removes his thumb from your clit.

"I want you to be loud for me, can you do that? Let me know what feels good, yeah?"

Hazy minded, you nod, and this honestly surprised you after your initial plan to let this flop. Shotaro attaches his lips to your clit this time, and he begins pressing his tongue flat against it, grinding it all over the sensitive nub. Meanwhile, his middle finger circles your hole before slowly pushing inside.

Finally begin filled so deeply makes you moan again, and you begin to lose all control and give into him. The sounds just casually flow out of your mouth now, letting him know that he's doing so great.

He moves the digit inside of you, feeling up your walls and stretching you out just a little more before he adds a second finger. Shotaro moves them in and out of you, letting you adjust to the feeling of having something inside of you before he stills, angling his fingers upwards to directly push into your g-spot.

At this, you choke out a groan, shuffling to prop yourself up onto your forearms to be able to look at him, and fuck does he look hot like this. Shotaro repeats the motions and you fall back onto your back, eyes rolled back into your head.

His other hand pushes your legs further apart, and he moves a little until he you feel the pointer finger of his other hand circle your rim. You mewl, pushing back into the sensation and Shotaro chuckles against your clit.

You hate to admit this, but what he's doing seems to be working. The way he's been touching you, and the way you've been holding back all this time, not focussing on orgasming at all apparently is all you needed all this time.

With other words: you're close, you're really close, and Shotaro speeds up his movements just slightly before maintaining a steady pace, feeling the way you keep clenching around him as you grind against his tongue.

You try to warn him, tell him that it's happening, it's really going to happen, but you can't, just too overwhelmed with what you're feeling to get out a proper syllable. Instead, you stutter out his name, or parts of it, and moan loudly.

The finger on your puckered hole finally pushes in, not far, just enough for you to really feel it, and that's what does it for you. Your hands fly up to grab at his hair, pushing him closer into your core as finally, after all these years, your long awaited orgasm washes over you.

You see stars, toes curling almost painfully as you scream out, with your eyes closed and muscles clenching as you let the wave of pleasure consume you fully as it washes over your form.

It's intense, to say the least, so much more than when you do it yourself, and as the throbbing finally dies down and Shotaro gently cups your sex, you feel high like never before. The situation is so overwhelming that you feel your throat close up a little, tears forming underneath your eyelids.

He made you cum, someone just made you cum. Osaki Shotaro did just make you cum, and seemingly effortlessly, at that. It's too much, and you can't even think straight. You're afraid what will happen next, you're afraid that you're going to cry in front of him, having to explain yourself.

The anxious feeling quickly fades as you feel Shotaro lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around your body to pull you into his chest. You deeply inhale his scent, cuddling into him without a care in the world about how pathetic you might seem right now, pushing him away all this time until now. Because he's there for you, and he holds you, and he doesn't push you to do anything.

You wake up. For a second, you ask yourself where you are, then memories of the night prior come flying back into your brain. Pushing the blanket off of you, you realize that someone had put your panties back on, and you really hope that someone was Shotaro.

Getting up, you stumble out of the room, mind still fuzzy from sleep as you make your way into the kitchen to get something to drink. Glass filled to the brim in your hand, you turn away from the faucet to sit down at the table for a minute to collect your senses.

You shriek, water spilling everywhere as you're met with Donghyuck's form already sitting at the table. Hair tousled and face still puffy from sleeping, he grins at you knowingly.

"You scared me, you nasty gnome," you huff, not even bothering to dry the water stains on the floor with anything but your sock before you sit down.

"How was it?" Donghyuck's smirk does not falter in the slightest.

"What?"

"What?!" Donghyuck shrieks, alarmed, "What do you think?!"

"I slept okay, your mattress is a little too soft for me."

"I meant cumming???"

You stifle a laugh, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't act like it, the whole neighborhood heard you moaning the house down last night," Donghyuck deadpans and a small blush creeps onto your face.

"Okay, you win. It was great."

"So he- he really-?"

"Yes, he made me finish."

Donghyuck pads your back, nodding proudly, "I'm glad."

"Thank you?"

"So are you, like, together now?" Donghyuck nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows, but you only raise yours in response.

"No, why would we?"

Donghyuck's happy face drops, a frown appearing instead, "what do you mean, I made him perfect for you." You look at him as if he's crazy, with squinted eyes and furrowed brows.

"I told him that you like straightforward boys, like me!"

"You did what?!" You shriek, slapping onto his arm repeatedly, Donghyuck flinching away, "that's why he was acting so weirdly all of a sudden?!"

The whole morning, you try to contact Shotaro, calling and texting him several times, but he never picks up nor responds to your armies of question marks. You're concerned, but mostly just annoyed because you can't wait to tell him that he should, please, for the love of God, just behave like himself and not like Donghyuck, and you'll marry him in a heartbeat.

The wrinkles on your forehead increase with every movement of the hour arm of the clock on your wall when he hasn't responded all noon either. You've tidied your whole dorm room, even cleaning the windows and bathroom, went shopping for groceries and scrolled on TikTok until your battery died (which lead to you screeching loudly, ramming the charger into your phone with such force you're surprised it didn't break).

When it's slowly dawning outside, you decide that it's enough. You text Yiren, and being the popular It-girl she is, she sends you Shotaro's address just a couple of minutes later. You don't know where she got it from, but honestly, you don't want to know.

Slipping into your jacket after making sure you look presentable and smell fresh and rosy, you make your way outside. Shotaro's dorm room seems to be pretty close to the house Donghyuck lives in, and you're not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

After a few minutes, you stand in front of his door. You inhale deeply, then exhale quickly through your mouth to encourage yourself before you smash your finger onto the door bell.

Half a minute later – approximately, it's not like you were counting the seconds or anything – the door opens, revealing Shotaro's figure. You believe he'd gotten a little taller and a little more muscular since last night, or at least he seems like it as your eyes fall directly onto his naked torso.

Your mouth falls open, and you shamelessly ogle his defined pecs before catching yourself, sucking the drool that's been creeping out of your mouth back inside, eyes snapping up to lock with his.

"Hi," is all you bring out. Maybe you should've rehearsed this a little more.

"Hi."

"Can," you look at your hands as you pull the sleeves of your shirt over them, then back into his eyes, "I come in?"

He nods, stepping aside to let you enter. You do, kicking your shoes off before stepping forward to sit on his couch, fanning yourself with your hands since you're more than a little nervous now.

Shotaro sits down next to you, and an awkward silence arises.

"I like you," you suddenly blurt out, deciding to go for broke and just put it out there.

"You do?" Shotaro raises his eyebrows at your statement. You nod your head harshly, and Shotaro begins smiling.

"I like you too."

Now, you only have to find out how in the hell Donghyuck convinced him to behave like a douchebag.

"Ya, Taro, come over here for a second," Donghyuck pulls Shotaro away into the kitchen, the younger stunned by the action, but not fighting against it. Once they're inside, the music a little muffled by the closed door and tiles on the walls, Donghyuck pours Shotaro a drink which the ladder gladly accepts.

"So," Donghyuck fills his own cup with the same questionable mixture and takes a sip, Shotaro following suit, "tell me all your secrets."

"What do you mean," Shotaro grins cutely, taking another sip from the surprisingly sweet drink.

"You know what I mean. Help a brother out, you seem to know a whole lot about girls, so spill the tea, my man. I'll give you anything in return."

Shotaro giggles at Donghyuck's eagerness, "alright, but you seem to know ___ really well, so tell me everything you know about her, then I'll tell you what to do."

"Alright," Donghyuck's eyebrows jump up quickly, tongue poking through his cheek before he continues talking, "I've actually been with her, but it didn't work out. But I guess that means she's into guys like me."

"Guys like you?"

"Bold, straightforward, extroverted, loud, funny, beautiful, sexy, something like that."

Shotaro chuckles.

"I think you should tell her this..." Donghyuck says before leaning forward to whisper into Shotaro's ear, the younger nodding, taking everything in to be able to win you over.

"I can't believe you- actually, I don't care, just know that Donghyuck's full of shit and you should never listen to a thing he says," you giggle and Shotaro smiles, nodding.

You gaze into each other's eyes.

"Not to be... weird, but, uh," you fiddle with your sleeves until Shotaro reaches out to grab your hand. You look up at him, and suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you passionately.

Your hands roam his exposed skin, pulling him closer to you until he's hovering above you, your tongues dancing together as you grind your hips up against his. You're hoisted up, Shotaro carrying the both of you to his bedroom.

"Please make me cum again," you sigh into the kiss and you can feel Shotaro chuckling against your lips. Quickly, both of your clothing is discarded on the floor as you lay on the bed, and his fingers stroke over your walls, getting you ready for his cock.

He rolls you onto your side to lay behind you, hoisting one of your legs up to push the tip of his length against your hole. You whine at the feeling, pushing back against him until you feel him beginning to fill you.

Shotaro's big, really big, but not big enough to hurt or make you uncomfortable. He fills you slowly, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as he bottoms out, your eyes closing at the sensation.

Gently, he begins moving inside of you, hips pressing deeply against yours to make you feel all of him deep in you. You feel hazy already, the stimulation of his slow strokes such a stark contrast to the usual frantic rhythm you're accustomed to.

"I think you're going to like this," Shotaro whispers against your neck. You wonder what he means, but the next second, you feel a vibrating sensation tingling over your clit, forcing a surprised whimper out of you.

Your hands fly behind you, one to grab onto the back of his head, the other onto his ass to make sure he isn't going anywhere. The tip of his cock drags deliciously over your g-spot in this position, and you believe he must've studied the arts of sex long enough to graduate.

"Is it good, baby?" He breathes into your neck, "because to me this feels like heaven."

You whine, pressing further back against him while nodding your head weakly, too lost in the pleasure to speak. He understands, seemingly also the effect his words have on you, so he continues.

"You're doing so good for me baby, just relax, let me take care of you. You're so beautiful, fuck."

He presses the vibrator directly onto your clit, upping the intensity of the device and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Shotaro distracts you with his words as the question of 'is he going to make me cum again' threaten to creep back into your brain.

"You're so wet for me, so pretty," Shotaro moans into your ear, hand holding onto your hips to be able to fuck into you a little faster, "You're doing so well, taking me so well, feels so fucking good."

"H- 'm-" you whine out, so close to cumming that you can taste it on the tip of your tongue, moving your hips in sync with his.

"Let go for me, baby," Shotaro gasps, hips not stuttering as he pushes your over the edge, and this time, it's even more intense than last time, bringing tears to your eyes that immediately begin rolling down your cheeks to seep into the sheets, all while you moan like there's no tomorrow.

"Thank you," you sob turning your head to lock your lips with his as Shotaro removes the vibrator by shutting it off and throwing it off the bed.

"Can you handle it a bit more?" Shotaro asks against your lips, and you nod.

"Cum in me, please."

Shotaro groans at this, the pace of his thrusts quickening, his grip on your hips hardening as he pistons his hips harshly against yours. You whine out, weak from your orgasm, but still so willing to take all that he's giving you.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, pushing into you deeply as he empties himself, choking out a deep groan.

You lay there in silence, catching your breaths. You turn around, cuddling into his chest and he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, making you feel safe in his arms. Your heart swells and you can't believe you're right here with him, and he's gotten you off again.

Your breath comes out shakily before you speak, "you're the first ever to make me cum, and I know it is way too early for this, so don't take it seriously, but I think I love you."

Shotaro chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "it's okay. I'd love to be the only one that ever made you cum..."

"Is this you asking me out?" You mumble, already half asleep at this point, "because I'd love to go out with you."

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Aches and Adoration // Part 3

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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: Explicit language, violence and injury, fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Taglist: @ask-the-inserts @not-the-teen-witch @danthegirl99

The layout of the leader’s room matched you own but the space itself was larger despite Eric’s minimalistic style. You compared the kitchen to your own, where yours was littered with appliances, cookbooks and ingredients the only things you could see in Eric’s were a coffee machine and a small, heaped fruit bowl. You let your eyes flit across the living room to his bookshelves, overflowing with an unexpected variety of texts. You didn’t have him down as a voracious reader but he had proven you wrong before. While you had been studying his space he had collapsed onto the couch with a grunt, the motion clearly upsetting his sore ribs.

“Ice?” You questioned, tilting your head towards the kitchen. He gave an almost imperceptible nod and you stepped lightly towards his freezer, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his private space. You rifled around in the draws and grabbed a bag of ice and a towel from the side before returning to the couch. Intending to just hand the ice to Eric you were shocked into silence when he began to lift the hem of his vest, drawing your attention to his red-raw knuckles. You sucked in a breath at the sight of his fluttering abs as he struggled to breathe through the pain across his ribs. Gently lowering the cool ice-filled towel to the developing bruise you tried to keep your gaze steadily on the arm of the couch, hoping that you could fight down the blush rising to your cheeks. Maybe you should have grabbed some ice for yourself, because you felt as though you were on fire and you weren’t even directly touching Eric’s skin.

“You’re a terrible teacher, you know that?” You whispered as you lowered yourself to crouch by his side.

“How so?” He grunted through clenched teeth and you couldn’t tell if his injury or the cold bothered him more.

“Aren’t you supposed to set a good example? He totally tapped out and you ignored it.” You ventured a glance up at his face and noted the confused quirk of his lips.

“You didn’t get that luxury from him.” Eric mumbled, and you realised then that his attack on Thelonious had been entirely for your benefit. Revenge on your behalf.

“Oh,” you shyly returned your attention to his ribs, “thank you, Eric.”

A muffled “didn’t do it for you” was all you got in response and it caused your lips to pull up in a knowing smile at the blatant lie.

You removed the bag of ice and brazenly ran your hand over the purpling skin, checking for any further wounds, your thumb caressed the ridges of muscle and pale flesh and your brows pinched in concern. Eric sucked in a harsh breath above you and you withdrew your hand so swiftly you almost hit yourself in the chest.

“Sorry.” You muttered sheepishly. “Give me your hands?” Eric stared down at you, sat delicately on your knees next to his stretched out legs, and pulled a face of disgust. You rolled your eyes, fully aware that he was embarrassed by your touch. “They’re all cracked and covered in blood Eric, c’mon, please?”

His hands landed gracelessly on his knees and you lifted his large palm softly into your own so that you could wipe at the scrapes with the dampened towel. You noticed him fisting his neglected hand into the fabric of his cargos and pretended to ignore the almost imperceptible shake of the hand you were currently working on. Was Eric nervous? No, he was clearly just trying to hide his pain, you reasoned, wiping his knuckles even more gently and moving up to sit beside him on the couch. Your knee lightly bumped into his muscled thigh and you shifted to put some distance between you since he didn’t seem to be enjoying the contact of your hands on his and you didn’t want to test his patience.

You had almost finished cleaning both hands of blood when you felt his thigh press back against your knee, filling the space, protesting the distance you had created. It was surprisingly soothing and a stark contrast to your usual bodily contact during training. It almost made you gasp but you both remained silent, not daring to acknowledge the lingering touch and the tension that was beginning to build. Feeling emboldened, you sat up on your knees to reach across Eric’s lap and check on the bruising of his ribs, his eyes level with your throat as you wiped away the wayward drips of freezing water from his exposed stomach, the muscles trembling beneath your touch. You were distractedly balling up the towel in your fists and preparing to move back to your side of the couch when you felt the dampness of lips at the base of your neck and a thank you murmured into your smooth skin. The pleasure of his warmth against your own had you releasing a soft moan before you came back to yourself.

You felt yourself tense, your eyes flew open and you fell backwards into the armrest, almost winding yourself in the process. You directed your wide-eyed stare towards your leader and the thunderous expression that marred his handsome features sent a wave of fear through you.

“Shit Eric, I’m sorry-” Any chance to explain yourself was crushed by Eric shooting up without even a twinge of pain and marching towards the door.

“Leave.”

You gaped at him for a second before his deepening scowl had you following his orders, looking around the room in shocked desperation. You turned to face him at the entrance with pleading, watery eyes.

“Eric, I-”

The door slammed in your face.

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Saturday was typically a rest day but you often took up residence in the training room to practice your weapons handling so that you weren’t completely idle. Today, however, you fully intended to stay in your room and mope. You had barely slept and had been plagued by the phantom sensation of Eric’s pouty lips against the base of your throat, the memory of his face as you practically leapt across the room to get away from him taunting you every time you closed your eyes. You had just gotten comfortable with a book when a knock sounded from your door. A spark of hope lit up in your chest at the prospect of it being Eric standing out there in the corridor and you padded your way across the room, aiming for nonchalance but not being able to contain your small smile.

“Will?”

“Don’t seem too disappointed.” Your friends eyes were alight with mirth at your failure to hide your dissatisfaction. “I just came by to ask if you wanted to join me on my run? Christina was saying how your endurance needs some work.”

“That snake.” You scrunched up your nose, but laughter bubbled out of you at the thought of Christina imploring Will to get you to work out. It was your rest day, but a light jog couldn’t hurt. You pulled Will into your apartment by his sleeve and abandoned him in your living room so you could go and change into some proper clothes without leaving him standing in the corridor.

You were pulling your sports bra over your head when you heard your front door close heavily. Grabbing your running shoes you stepped back into your living room to find that your sweet brunette friend had been replaced by the imposing blond leader you hadn’t been prepared to see.

“Where’s Will?” In your confusion, you had completely forgotten the previous nights dismissal, but you were quickly reminded of it as your eyes landed upon Eric’s tongue, flicking out to moisten his reddened lips. It looked as though he had been chewing on them, they seemed sore and you so desperately wanted to soothe them. His eyes were firmly planted on your chest since it was not particularly well hidden in your current attire.

“I don’t want him sabotaging my hard work.” He pulled his gaze up to your face, registering the look of uncertainty in your eyes, the tips of his ears turning a dark shade of pink.

“I take it the light jog I had planned in now going to be a brutal sprint around the city?” You cocked your hip and crossed your arms, subtly lifting your chest in defiance.

“Of course.” He grinned at you wolfishly, any hint of last nights rage disappearing with a smirk.

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