Request: Please could you write a Four/Tobias x reader where (Y/n) is best friends with Tris and is in love with Four, but refuses to admit that due to her friendship with Tris. When Four requests the three of them be put on trial in Candor using a truth serum, (Y/N) is nervous, but believes nothing about her feelings will come up, but they do.
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Everything was so complicated.
Tobias was in love with Tris.
Tris was in love with Tobias.
Not that hard right?
At least not until someone realizes that you, Tris’ best friend, was also in love with Tobias.
out the stiff collar of his uniform, Eric made sure the tattoos on his neck
were on full display. He wanted the rest of the world to see, how hard he had
worked to be, where he was today.
In his head,
he cursed Max for assigning him to oversee training again, even though he knew
full well, what a disaster last year had been.
whole drama with the candor bitch and then the loud mouthed stiff. He would
have never guessed that Four would´ve tapped that, but as the two stiffs
engaged in a make out session in the middle of the mess hall, shouts of graft rose
up from everywhere, leaving him, of course, to handle the mess.
It got so
bad at one point, Eric punched Peter K.O., just to shut him up.
And all of
this drama because of two damn stiffs. Eric was sure, that they only managed to
lower his opinion about the whole lot of those grey idiots.
A/N: An Eric smut…kinda short I know but I still posted it :) MASTERLIST
Word Count: 419
Good morning handsome.” You greeted Eric as he entered the kitchen that you shared since you were together. His strong arms snaked around your waist as his buried his face in the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on it. “Good morning beautiful. You know what today is?” He placed another kiss on your neck. His fingers dug into your waist and he slowly grinded you from behind. “How could I forget?”
“I got something for you tonight.” You began begging to know. “Save the begging for tonight.” You turned around and placed a kiss on his lips.
Eric blind folded your eyes as you strained against the cold metallic cuffs that held your limbs to the bed. Eric’s weight shifted the bed. “Time to beg.” He hissed in your ear which made you a bit wet. A buzzing sound filled the room. Eric placed the vibrator to your clit as he gently moved it making you wetter and moaned out his name louder. His hot lips met your nipples and he began sucking. “Eric please.” Eric set the vibrator on high which sent you to your first orgasm.. You felt Eric’s thick tongue met your sex. You gasped as he began licking it, his tongue moved around your core expertly. He knew your spots and how to make you feel good. “Fuck me Eric! Please!” Eric’s tongue gently flicked your clit. Two fingers entered you as he continued sucking on your clit like an animal. The vibrator teased your core. “Eric! Fuck me!” You pleaded breathlessly. You felt him coming up to your ear. “Sure thing sweetheart. And it’s daddy for you.” He instantly banged inside you without giving you a chance to adjust. He thrusted his hips agonizingly slow. The vibrator went back on high. Eric’s thrusts were sending you over the edge. “You’re so tight. Fuck.” He growled. “I want to see you!” He removed your blind fold and immediate your eyes met. You heart throbbed as his thrusts were getting faster by the second. “Come for me Y/N.” You exploded your juices all over Eric’s cock. Your body shivered and Eric immediately removed your cuffs and held you close to him as he continued thrusting until he came just a few minutes later.
You both laid on the bed breathlessly. “That was…amazing.” You kissed Eric on the lips and nuzzled your face in his broad chest. “Happy anniversary Y/N. I love you.”
“I love you too Eric.”
A/N: I hope this makes any sense at all but I
just can’t stop writing things about water. It’s summer, after all. And hot.
Outrageously handsome (fictional) men don’t really contribute to that but well…
Request: “Could you do one for Divergent? Where you’re Tris’ friend because you transferred from Erudite to Dauntless and you’re divergent. And Peter and Eric both fall for you during the first stage of initiation and they both try to show off in the fights and they are unknowingly mean to you but at the end you end up having sex with one of them (you can choose which one) and the other is disappointed but becomes your friend anyway??? Love your blog btw💗”
The simple mark of a soul mate, imprinted within the skin of your arm. The government ruled it as ‘Sign of Spouse’. Tattoos, as most called it, however you simply ignored the fact that it was even conspicuously there, and if not, it was the mark of hell. Within your faction, the colors blue and white were complementary to the intelligence of the people surrounding you. As most people in Erudite were content with the lives they carried within their faction, you tend to fray. The mark of an arrow within your skin peeled you away from any knowledge they could teach you, but instead you wandered to see the world and what you could better for yourself.
Arrows symbolize resilience, and the strength of endurance, which is unlike Erudite. Instead most Erudites would have something resembling their intelligence and smart thinking, you however were clear to be in Dauntless. The different factions are evident of always aiding the differences within people. Erudite symbolizing the intellectual thoughts, the need and passion of learning more information. Abnegation being selfless, which you thought was unnecessary and in order to achieve anything you may need to use stratedies to your advantage, and Abnegation would never. In Amity kindness was key and always being helpful, which again you thought to be of a useless tool as you would rather be cunning to obtain the simplicity of an award or a need. Candor whom value honesty was quite tainted within your daily life, in order to gain superiority you may need to shed white lies which meant honesty wasnt truly your forte. The last faction, which happened to be the one of best interest for you was Dauntless. They believe in bravery and courage, two traits which you showed the most expression in, happened to get you in the most trouble in your born faction as you werent meant to act that way within Erudite.
Okay, so this is my first imagine, and only the first part, so please give me some feedback, i know it’s really bad. I dont know if i want to continue this or even leave this up here long but let me know what you think! If you do want me to continue, its going to be an imagine about Eric Coulter from the Divergent series as hes my favorite. Thank you!!
If you are not the free person you want to be you must find a place
to tell the truth about that. To tell how things go for you. Candor is
like a skein being produced inside the belly day after day, it has to
get itself woven out somewhere. You could whisper down a well. You could
write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a
ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of
years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling
itself. Consider a person standing alone in a room. The house is silent.
She is looking down at a piece of paper. Nothing else exists. All her
veins go down into this paper. She takes her pen and writes on it some
marks no one else will ever see, she bestows on it a kind of surplus,
she tops it off with a gesture as private and accurate as her own name.
– Anne Carson, “Could 1” in Candor from BOMB Magazine
“You do realize he’s into you, right?” Will asked as the two of you made your way through the dimly lit halls. “I thought you were supposed to be smart, considering you’re an Erudite transfer.” You said sarcastically.
“I’m serious, he’s been trying to impress you since day one.” Will told you. “Look genius, if he liked me don’t you think he would’ve told me by now? He is from Candor, I mean just look at your girlfriend.” You said you saw Will flush and he shoved you sideways. “Christina’s not my girlfriend.” He said embarrassed, you chuckled. “I never said I was talking about Chris.” You said with a smirk.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. “Not a single word of this conversation gets to anyone else’s ears, got it?” Will said, you laughed and rolled your eyes. “Alright, alright. Not a word.” You said as the two of you entered the pit.
There were a few people there, it was free time so most were doing their own thing, fighting amongst themselves, chit chatting, no one paid the two of you any attention. No one except Peter that is.
Up until this point he’d done a good job controlling himself, but right now, seeing Will’s arm wrapped around you he couldn’t take it. He marched over to the two of you–leaving behind a confused Drew–pulled you away from Will and kissed you in a way that was meant to show you everything he’d been holding back.
He let you go, gave Will a look that told him to keep his hands to himself and made his way back over to his sparring partner.
“You were saying?” Will said not wanting to waste the opportunity. “Not another word.” You said as you wiped your lips and made your way over to the rock wall and started climbing, not caring that your fellow initiates were staring; you just needed to do something physical to sort out all your new feelings.