#eric dauntless fanfiction

[kaiyaamin]

this man can run me over and I would love him still!!!

ALSO, CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS MAN'S ARMS!!!!!

BTW I am taking requests

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[duramaters]

Aches and Adoration // Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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

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

Word Count: 3.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

“Eric?”

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

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

~~~

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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[minihotdog]

Fearless Magazine

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Prompt:

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

“He made his move, your turn.”

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

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

“Whatever! I’m going back to work!”

***

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe I should give him a gift.

Eric’s Pov

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

Who the fuck is that?

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

I look through the peephole.

Oh my fucking god not this again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if she already knows?

Y/n’s Pov

“I forgot to put my name on it!”

Lynn hits her forehead with her hand. 

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

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

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

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

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

I shoot her a sharp look.

***

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

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

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

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

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Hey how are you doing? I love your stories!!! I was wondering if your able to do Eric coulter and his girlfriend/wife where she has a really bad day , and he cuddles and helps her calm down and relax and just fluff. If not no worries! Your an amazing writer keep it up!❤️

Eric Coulter x Reader

Summary: Eric gives you comfort after a shitty day.

Warnings/Tags: A few minor curses, fluff, cuddles, a few brief kisses, Eric x reader established relationship (romantic), Dauntless!Reader, Female!Reader

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"You're back late," Eric states, almost like it's a question.

It had been a horrible day. Some new kid at the dauntless computer room completely fucked a days worth of codes.

You didn't know the kid managed to mess up that bad. It was beyond your knowledge. What you did k ow was that you, along with a few more experienced members, had to stay over three extra hours to fix the kids mistake.

You ranted about all that went wrong to Eric while he wraps his arms around you. You loved it when he was soft with you. In the comforts of your shared apartment Eric was a softie.

"Sorry for your shitty day," Eric says with a quick kiss before leading you to the bed.

"It's not your fault everyone who runs this place is a complete idiot," you reply and Eric let's out a soft chuckle before flopping down on the bed.

He opens his arms, waiting for you to join him. You groan and crawl into bed next to him. You were both incredibly tired. You didn't even want to know how Late it was, or early.

"We both have tomorrow off," Eric mumbles in your ear as his arms wrap around your waist.

"No, I have an early shift," you yawn.

"Not anymore," he says with a smile.

"Oh, thank you. I don't think I could get up that early," you say and Eric places a kiss on your neck before resting his head half on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it my love," he whispers as you begin to drift off.

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A/N: Requests are open! Please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic and want to see more like it!

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[pandalorian36]

Eric Coulter x Reader

Reader has been in love with Eric for ages little do they know he feels the same way and everything comes to light after a heated training session.

Gender neutral reader Warnings: Allusions to smut at the end. Mentions knives and guns.

Word count: 988

"Eric. I frown knocking on the door again "Eric?" the lock clicks and Eric appears his bulky form filling the gap "What?" I blink several times willing my brain to catch up with itself, Eric in nothing but loose grey sweats causing my brain to short circet. "Y/N?" I clear my throat "Erm, yea. Sorry. Max asked me to give you these." I hand him several folders "Right see you later, I'm going to go train."

"Y/N." I turn "Yea?"

"I'll head down with you. Just give me a sec." I smile tightly my pulse quickening slightly "Sounds great." He reappears with a t-shirt and dark trousers the two of us walking down to the training room. I start wrapping my hands while walking over to the punch bags running through basic exercises trying to ignore the six foot wall of muscle behind me.

Finishing with the punch bag I move to the targets picking up a handful of knives making the mistake of glancing over at Eric who is using the pull up bar arm muscles rippling. Turning away I pause a moment to clear my head before positioning my feet going to throw my first one yelping when a hand presses against my spine, swivelling around pressing the blade to the persons throat another to their stomach. "Good reflexs." I relax pulling away "Is that your idea of funny?" he chuckles holding up his hands "Sorry, all I was going to say was straighten your spine." I glare "I was about to until you interupted."

He grins picking up his own knifes "How about a little compotition?" I raise an eyebrow feeling confident, he's skilled with a gun but I know I am better with knives "Alright, what are the stakes?" he grins flipping his knife around "If I win I get to kiss you somewhere of my choosing," he pauses while I feel my cheeks heating "If you win you can have a whole weekend off."

"Really?" he nods and I grin "Alright then. Five throws, highest score wins."

I throw my first knife hitting just above the cross at the centre. He throws his hitting the edge of the inner circle. Smirking slightly I throw my next two hitting left and right of cross in a tight group. Eric hits the centre ring of too the left with his second and third. Fourth and fifth both hitting dead centre. I throw my fourth hitting the centre mark dead on and flick my wrist back ready to throw my fifth when Eric brushes up against my back causing me to release the dagger to early hitting the outer circle. "Looks like I win."

I scowl turning to face him "You distracted me." he chuckles leaning down "I win." I take a step back breath hitching "I errr." He grins tilting my chin up with a finger "You alright darlin?" I nod breathing heavily "Yep. Fine. Fine." He leans closer backing me up into a wall one hand resting above my head "You think I don't notice the stares? How your eyes always linger. Don't worry I do it too."

His lips press against mine his hands wrapping under my thighs lifting me up against the wall. I loop them around his waist arms wrapping around his neck as his tounge pushes past my lips. A soft moan escapes my throat making him pull away grinning pupils blown wide "Been wanting to do that for a while." I smile breathing heavily "Feel free to do it again." he chuckles kissing me again one hand cupping the back of my head deepening the kiss.

"Perhaps we should make this a regular training exercise." I grin feeling light headed as I drop my feet back to the floor "I like the sound of that." he grins kissing me again leaving me breathless and weak kneed "Same time tomorrow." he leaves and I stare after him in shock before recovering enough to go after him slamming my fist against his door "Eric!"

He opens the door smirking "Can I help sweetheart?" I scowl pushing him in the chest "You can't just kiss me like that then walk away. That's... That's.." he smirks backing me into his door "That's what?" I clear my throat frowning "Its ummm." he leans down grinning "What do you want to say love?" I scowl crossing my arms "I don't think its fair the power you hold over me. I've been in love with you for the past year then you finally kiss me and you just leave."

I feel my eyes widen shit I shouldn't have said that. Eric takes a step back "What?" I shake my head "Nothing. No it doesn't matter. I'm just going to go." Large hands wrap around my wrists preventing me from leaving lips crashing into my own. I relax into his grip as his hands slip around my waist "Don't go." I nod "Okay." he frowns grip tightening "I'm not good with words. Or feelings." I smile as he leans down again for a much softer kiss fingers brushing against my cheek "Your smart, strong, stunning. Ever since you knocked me to the ground in initiation I've wanted to tell you." I smile softly hands resting on his chest "You don't have to say anything if you don't want..."

"I love you."

I think my heart skips a beat as I move my hands around his neck "So what do we do now?" he grins "Now I've got you, I'm never letting you go." he steps back sitting on the sofa and pulling me into his lap something bright shining in his eyes I've never seen before. "What?" he shrugs grinning "Just looking forward to our next training session." I chuckle leaning so our lips are almost touching "We could have our own private training session right now." smirking his grip tightens "I like the sound of that." 

#divergent #divergent movies #x reader #eric coulter #dauntless #dauntless!reader #divergent fanfiction #reader insert #eric coulter x reader #divergent x reader #jai courtney #eric coulter oneshots #eric coulter imagines

[pod-together]

Day 2 Reveals!

Was It Really A Dark and Stormy Night? [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types) written by wanderingjedihistorian, performed by Yuurei Summary: “According to several holos I’ve seen, this is the part where we tell stories,” Crys declared. The others turned to him. “What kind?” Wooley asked, excited by the idea. Three For All (Leverage, The People - Zenna Henderson) written by FlutterFyre, performed by Hagar Summary: Eliot’s backstory contains more secrets than his team can possibly imagine. Or so he thinks. Inosculation [text, audio] (Undertale (Video Game)) written by ColourfulVoid, performed by GoLBPodfics Summary: You wake up. In a bed of flowers, in a land of monsters. You walk. Through a confusing world, through adversity and forward. You hear it. Whispers in the back of your mind that grow stronger and stronger. Again. You wake up. - - - You’re pulled towards the patch of flowers. A faint scent of buttercups mingles with iron, the chill presence hovering over your shoulder. You toy with the edge of your sleeve, staring out at nothing. You motion towards the flower pile, inviting commentary. “Golden flowers. They must’ve broken your fall.” You stare at the patch of flowers. They stare right back at you. Pod-Together: A Community Effort (Community (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV)) written by FandomisOhana, performed by gracicah Summary: A meditation on writing fanfiction, as told by UnicornThespianBookworm (FandomIsOhana) with absolutely no interference from any other parties, real or fictional.* Written in Comic Sans, recorded by a consummate professional**, clocking in at 1105 words for readers and 8:55 for listeners, and directed by critically acclaimed cinematographer Abed Nadir***. *This is a bold-faced lie. **See previous footnote. ***He wishes. clear as the air that I breathe [text, audio] (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types) written by Flowerparrish, performed by GhostCwtch Summary: “I don’t think I’m anything.” “No,” he disagrees, this time not bothering to hesitate and confirm with the Force. “You are yourself. That is something. But you do not need to be a boy or a girl to be yourself.” storyhouse storyhour (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by frostferox, performed by mahons_ondine, PandaReads, rhythmia, and semperfiona_podfic Summary: All your favorite characters at a teahouse listening to a storyteller hype up the Wen Sect Time Comes Again (Charmed (TV 1998)) written by flipflop_diva, performed by Nymphie_Wolf Summary: When a demon sends Paige and Chris back in time to 1988, there is only one person they can count on for help if they ever want to get back home. Holy interdimensional displacement, Batman! (Batman (1966), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Batman - All Media Types) written by KitKaos, performed by youhaveahomeinmyheart Summary: With a sound like silent thunderclap, our dauntless defenders were gone. Vanished without a trace, and only the low, rumbling laughter of King Tut remained in their stead. Could it really be that Batman and Robin had been outsmarted this time? OR: The 1960s Dynamic Duo travels to today's B:WFA universe A Friendly Monster In The Archives (The Magnus Archives) written by Koschei_B, performed by crawfishing Summary: Sasha gives a statement about surviving the Prentiss attack. Eric in Montréal (Check Please! (Webcomic)) written by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock, performed by RattleandHum Summary: "What kind of car do you have, by the way?" "Oh, it's a Jeep. Why?" Eric asks. "Hm. If I were you, brah, I'd invest in a subway card," Shitty says, with a wink. "Let's go meet the guys." Trick 17 (人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) written by glymr, performed by Cathalinareads Summary: Shang Qinghua makes a surprisingly attractive woman. But Shen Yuan is gay now...isn't he?

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[mrscoulter5ever]

Truth Requires Bravery (Ch1)

(crossposted from FF.net)

Divergent fanfiction, takes place during Insurgent. Eric x OC. Been sitting on this idea for awhile and nobody's written it so here I am! :)

SUMMARY:

Alissa is a Candor transfer from Erudite. However, when she runs into one of Dauntless' most ruthless leaders, will her smart mouth get her in trouble, or will she find that her bravery turns her life upside down?

Chapter 1:

I woke up around 5 in the evening, as I usually did. I was never a morning person, so I was more than happy to accept a job as a night receptionist in the main hall of Candor. It was usually pretty dead. The only other people around were the Candor security guards, who had about 3 months of rudimentary training from Dauntless, and the occasional drunk resident who got locked out of their room.

I leisurely finished my bowl of oatmeal while watching the evening news. Dauntless' and Erudite's hunt for divergents was still ongoing. I couldn't help the wave of relief that I had transferred out of my home faction of Erudite. Sure, it had always been cold and unfriendly, but the threat of imminent death was a whole different level of ruthless. I had tested as Divergent several years ago, in my aptitude test. I remember nervously looking around me as both I and Edwin, a nerdy blonde boy, also from Erudite, were called. Edwin walked in with a haughty confidence typical of a member of Erudite. I, unfortunately, could not say the same. After the test was over, the petite Abnegation woman had calmly told me that I was mainly Candor and Erudite with just a little bit of Dauntless. She advised me not to pick Erudite or Candor as my result, but I ignored her and went with Candor anyway.

Thankfully, my divergence had never been much of an issue at Candor. The faction generally respected its members' honesty in admitting their divergence and didn't punish them for it. Of course, there were still some inherent biases against divergents, so many divergents were unable to climb the ranks of leadership in Candor. That was fine with me, since I still had a comfortable enough position.

If there was one thing we Candor loved to do, it was gossip. Rumor had it that many of the divergents, who were being led by some escaped Dauntless, were hiding out in Amity. I knew this, however, Dauntless and Erudite clearly did not. I'm not a liar, but I'm not exactly in the habit of volunteering information either, so I was perfectly amused to watch them pursue their directionless witchhunt.

However, I couldn't help the feeling of my blood running cold from what I heard next from my electronic monitor: "Recent reports have spotted the Dauntless and Erudite leadership heading in the direction of Candor in their quest for divergents. City residents are encouraged to report any known divergents to Lisa Williams at 800-432-7382. Now for the weather, John, back to you." Oh. Shit. Lisa Williams was Jeanine's personal assistant and right-hand woman. She was also a raging bitch. I wasn't concerned about Lisa, now, however. I was much more concerned about the parade of Dauntless soldiers that would heading right to Candor's door. While Candor remained neutral in the divergent standoff, we also are a faction of honesty, and I knew that no one would hesitate in providing my name if directly asked about divergents living here. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was so royally fucked right now.

Nevertheless, it was now 5:30pm, and I needed to get to work. Slowly, tremblingly, I pulled on my white blouse, black dress pants and cardigan, and black flats and tied my hair in the signature Candor high ponytail (I suppose that should have been another sign of my future faction; even in Erudite I had always stood out, preferring to wear my hair in a high ponytail rather than a short bob). I didn't have time to dwell on my fashion choices, now though. Tonight I had to leave for my shift, and I had a feeling this would be the most eventful shift I've had in a while.

#candor #dauntless #divergent #eric coulter #oc #humor #romance #enemies to lovers #smut #language #peter hayes

[spiteandalice]

Judas Touch pt. 7

So, uhm? Anyone still interested in this? Let me know if you want to be tagged in future, random surprise installments. I’m not even going to tag anyone in this because yeah. Embarrassing long time is embarrassing.

This still contains language and smut and violence, although this chapter only needs a nudity warning. Sorry. No smut. But angry, vengeful Eric. Yay!

Here are the previous chapters, if you need a refresher. Of course you do, it’s been forever and a day.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX

The next morning it feels like the entire Faction is playing War Games inside my head and my mouth feels like I have spent the entire night sucking on some sweaty wool socks. The thought makes me gag, which in turn has me contemplate crawling into the bathroom to get this misery over with. But that would entail getting up, which I’m less  inclined to do now that I noticed my exact position. I’m pleasantly warm, thanks to the fact that Eric turned up the heat last night and because he is half on top of me, arms on both sides of my body, one leg slung over me as if he is trying to shield me from ricocheting bullets. Which I can assure you are not an imminent danger even under the worst circumstances, but still.

Trying to ignore the pounding in my head I begin to trace the lines of the ridiculous maze tattoo on his right arm, letting my thoughts wander. When was I this drunk last? Probably while still in school when this older guy told us he had an awesome connection to a few Amity who were distilling their own alcohol in a shed behind the house.

That was the night I learned not to trust anyone with the last name Pedrad.

Eric stirs and stretches languidly, which pushes his hips against me in the best kind of ways, both reminding me of my current state of undress and a certain pressure at the base of my spine that may or may not demand attention.

When I finally arrive in the real world Eric is smirking at me in that annoyingly attractive way that he has, undoubtedly enjoying my miserable state. Before he can start to goad me and ruin both our days my mouth decides to go ahead and shock us both.

“So, I’ve been thinking. I guess I could marry you.”

Leave it to me to accept his less than usual and rather unenthusiastic proposal in an even less enthusiastic way because apparently we are still competing for who cares less about the other. But he did take care of me during my embarrassing breakdown last night, which makes him the only person on this planet that has seen me this weak since I was six and got really sick. It’s either kill him or marry him, with the latter being the only logical option because the sex is way too good to waste his life like that. I’m allowed to be selfish, I didn’t get Abnegation for a reason. Well, many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

Eric frowns at me, undoubtedly watching me for any hints that point at me joking while he processes the information. It’s unnerving, because I suddenly think that maybe he wasn’t really serious, that he was merely joking and now I went ahead and made myself look like an even bigger idiot than usual, especially after last night. I mean, he saw me bawl my eyes out, sort of. Not very attractive, right. Maybe I’ll be going to the bathroom after all, if I drink a bottle of his aftershave that should be enough to kill me, right.

Then he shifts and positions himself between my legs, his face right in front of mine. He still looks strangely blank, calculating away with his damn Erudite brain that I will smash out of his skull with his damn bedside lamp in mere seconds. Then I see a spark of humor in his eyes and I swear, if he taunts me now he is so dead…

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk, if I call Max he will want to meet with both of us and if there’s so much as a hint of you not being of sound mind…”

I reach out to punch his face but it lacks any power because I’m buried underneath him, there isn’t much room to really get speed going and because I’m also feeling strangely weak and tired, almost as if someone has sucked all life out of my body.

“I swear, Eric, if you don’t stop behaving like an asshole…” I grit out between clenched teeth, before I stop myself. Because he’s chuckling. That pompous asshole has the audacity to laugh at me!

“You know that he might actually shed a tear, right. He’s been dreaming about this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Eric. I’m changing my mind already.”

He chuckles again and dips his head down to bite at my neck, which is familiar territory and a lot more acceptable than this talking bullshit. My hand finds purchase in his hair, which is, to my pure and utter delight, free of any styling products and ready to be messed with. My fingers clench into a fist, trapping a chunk of curls between them and he growls - again, to my delight. My attempt to get out from underneath him by flipping us over is thwarted but I didn’t actually, really try because the pressure inside me is intensifying and Eric seems to instinctively pick up on that, he grinds his hips against me and the little bit of friction is enough to distract me. There is something to be said about making out in the morning, still somewhat sleepy and slow, and it helps distract me from the fact that I completely embarrassed myself last night.

Just as he slowly lifts up my leg to position himself there is a knock on the door, actually more of a persistent pounding with a fist that we both ignore because it’s not even six in the morning and we’re dead to the world. Or rather, the world is dead to us. To my dismay it doesn’t stop, it just gets louder and faster until it sounds like someone is actually kicking the door and Eric growls, pushes himself off the bed and hastily pulls on a pair of pants that do very little to hide what we were about to do. Combined with his messy hair, his naked torso and the patented death glare he looks downright edible and I decide to stay right where I am until he has drop kicked the intruder into the chasm and we can pick up where we left off.

Judging by the tone of his voice the chances of that are dwindling rapidly.

Two minutes later he comes back with an expression promising murder and mayhem, which is my second favorite after the one promising sex and right now that is the only one I really want to see. For a moment he gets my hopes up when he pulls his pants down, but only to stomp into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I guess that is my cue to get up as well and I decide to head into the kitchen to get the coffee going, not bothering to put on any clothes since I will take a shower in approximately two minutes because Eric is very efficient when I’m not distracting him.

The sound of a throat clearing somewhere behind me nearly has me drop the mug I just pulled out of the cupboard and I slowly turn around to see Four leaning against the wall by the door, trying his very best not to look even in my general direction.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say loudly, deciding that now is not the time to run back into the bedroom like some embarrassed teen. I look like hell, my hair's a mess, there’s bruises everywhere and well, I’m naked, which could be the main source of his discomfort. Because you never quite lose certain traits of your Faction of origin and he is so obviously a Stiff that I’m surprised that most people don’t see it. “This has to be important if they send you here and Eric didn’t kill you for rudely interrupting us.”

There’s the hint of a smirk on his face that I can only see because Four hasn’t turned his head all the way to the opposite wall. Fucking hell, that guy needs to loosen up already, he’s been here for years.

“Factionless attacked a patrol squad right around where they took you, he wanted to know the moment anything happened in that sector so. Here I am.”

All thoughts of morning workouts in bed, showering, even breakfast are suddenly very unappealing to me. Without a word I head back towards the bedroom and bump right into Eric who is in the process of pulling a shirt over his carefully made up head. It’s astonishing how quickly he can get his hair into that odd shape, considering how it looked awfully curly just moments ago. When his head appears again through the hole in the fabric he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Not sure how I feel about my wife parading around naked in front of the Stiff.”

I smile the fakest smile I have ever smiled and pat his arm, making sure to slap the exposed skin hard enough to leave a red spot.

“I’m sure you’ll figure that out by the time I actually become your wife. Make sure you don't get any silly ideas about telling me what to do though, that knife in your throat would hurt like a bitch. Oh, coffee is ready.”

It takes five minutes to shower and get dressed, when I get back they have left already but it’s not like I don’t know where I will find them. So I grab my coffee and make my way to the control room, seeing two whole people on my way there. This getting up early business stinks worse than Amity.

Eric and Four are hunched over a screen, their voices barely audible over the chaos that has swept up the usually tranquil place and that is not helping my headache at all. I step over to them, barely avoiding another fucking Pedrad and if he had spilled my coffee I would have had no choice but to spill his blood. I swear, this family is like a pack of extremely annoying rats.

Four turns around at the sound of my swearing and waves me over, his expression suitable for an Abnegation funeral. Eric looks like a dog that has scented something delicious and vulnerable so I have at least an idea what might await me. He makes room for me as Four zooms in on a still of the surveillance footage they were looking at, honing in on a tall man with long, shaggy hair. There is no need for questions, even if their faces hadn't told me everything I needed to know, that ugly mug has been in enough of my nightmares.

“It's him.”

I haven't even uttered the second word when Eric springs into action, barking at a few  waiting soldiers to gear up and get the rest of their team if they don't want a lifetime of night shifts at the fence. Before he leaves he turns towards me and smirks.

“Told you. Guess you'll have to talk to Max by yourself. I'll be back this afternoon.”

I know better than to protest, time is running out and I'm in no shape to go back out there again. Going against all better judgement I grab the front of his vest and pull him towards me for a kiss, which has nothing to do with the knowledge that he will be facing the guy that held me captive very, very shortly.

“You better get back in one piece. If I’m forced to marry anyone else in this shitbucket we might as well blow up the entire compound right now.”

With a sardonic smirk Eric closes the distance between us, kisses me in a way that has me on my toes with tangled up insides within seconds, and leaves me with a slap on the ass. Not another word is spoken, and I watch him saunter off, barking orders.

“So it’s actually true. We’re all so fucked.”

I whip around and glower at Zeke, but before I can unleash my fury on the kid Four slides into view, pointing at the door. “Max wants to see you, if you hurry you can get back here and watch, I’ll get you more coffee.”

He would make such a great mother, it’s not even funny. Speaking of, I have been ignoring several messages from mine, and I guess I’ve been back for a while and haven’t talked to her yet. We have not had the best relationship a mother and daughter could have. Muttering a few curses about the overall unfair state of the universe I spin around and stomp out of the room, pointedly ignoring Pedrad and his buddies moaning about the impending end of our world.

#eric divergent #eric dauntless #eric divergent fanfiction #eric dauntless fanfiction #jai courtney fanfiction #jai courtney #eric divergent/ofc #judas touch

[kaiyaamin]

Eric Coulter head cannons

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

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

THIS MAN WILL GET JEALOUS OVER ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.

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

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

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

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

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

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[duramaters]

Try Me // E.C.

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

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

Word Count: 2.9k

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

~~~

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

“Initiate.”

“Coulter.”

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ask nicely.”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“Shit. Sorry.” Eric stuttered.

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

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

“Try me.”

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[minihotdog]

Fearless Magazine

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

I walk down the stairs of the pit and see Lynn at the bar.

“Lynn!”

She turns to greet me.

“Finally!” She gives me a big hug. “You never come out!”

She looks me up and down, “You trying to get into trouble tonight?”

I jokingly strike a pose and she laughs. I rummaged through my closet trying to find an outfit I didn’t hate and ended up wearing a mini skirt, knee high socks, platform converse and a tube top - all black, of course, for a night out.

“Look familiar,” I motion to the jewelry that Lynn bought me to celebrate conquering my fear, snake earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet.

She giggles, “Your grumpy little boyfriend is standing in the corner staring through your soul right now.”

“Who?” I turn to look but she stops me.

“Don’t look! Let him come to you.”

I look at her puzzled, “I thought you didn’t play games.”

“I think they’re kind of fun now,” She smirks.

I jokingly hit her arm, “Oh my goodness, you’re insufferable.”

“Whatever, let’s dance.” She grabs my hand and drags me to the dancefloor.

“I’m not drunk enough for that,” I plead. She laughs maniacly.

***

Lynn and I steal everyone’s attention on the dancefloor, eventually I leave her with the new friend she had just made alone and head to the bar.

I feel a presence behind me and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

My head swings around to see Eric towering over me. 

“Getting drinks,” I say confused. He snickers at me and moves to lean on the bartop.

“Your friend kept looking at me while the two of you were dancing. You might be too naive to see, but she wanted you to make me jealous.”

I roll my eyes at him, “I can’t imagine you getting jealous over me, Eric.”

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes sparkling at me.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“You probably have some girl lined up here somewhere.”

His face drops, “Y/n, I promise you I’m not the person you might think I am.”

He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. “And if I was would I do this?” His lips meet mine for the first time since that night in the office. I melt into him, and my hands caress the back of his neck.

He pulls away leaving me dazed.

“W-what’s that supposed to prove?” I ask, still looking at his lips.

He snickers, “I was hoping that it’d prove I wouldn't hide wanting you in front of my alleged lineup of women.”

I rest my hands on his chest. I look up into his eyes and smile softly at him. 

“I got your gift by the way.”

I bury my face into his neck, heat rises to my face in embarrassment.

“You’re not supposed to talk about it!”

He laughs, “You didn’t even leave me a name, I had to make sure it was you.”

He plants a kiss on my forehead, “Lets get out of here.”

“Where’d you wanna go?”

“Well, there aren’t many places I can go right in my current state, so how about my place?”

“Ok, that sounds great.” I shoot him a big smile. “Just let me tell Lynn-” I turn my head to find my best friend in the middle of a make out session with the red haired girl she was talking to earlier. 

“Looks like it won’t be a problem then,” Eric jokes. He turns and grabs my hand before crutching his way around the crowd of people.

“Eric?” He looks at me. “How’d you get down here?”

He laughs heartily.

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[dauntless-gothamite]

Prove Them Wrong Masterlist

Fandom: Divergent  Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader  Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart--it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter. 

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[that1girloverthere]

What’s in a name

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Sweat dripped down your back, leaving your already too tight shirt sticking to your skin. You inhaled and exhaled with urgency, trying to fill and empty your lungs at a rate that was inhuman.

"Stop." A loud, powerful voice called out into the room. The sound of your feet hitting the concrete slowed to a standstill, the sounds of weights hitting the floor echoed. You turned to face the source of the voice, your trainer, feared Dauntless leader Eric. Despite his, admittedly well deserved, reputation, your legs grew weak at his appearance. His muscles screamed to be freed from his clothing. His leadership tattoos taunting you to pull down his shirt collar and take them in completely. His jaw, chiseled like the rest of him, held a day's worth of scruff, something that you could have begged to feel against your skin.

"Are you deaf, initiate?" He directed at you, breaking your near ravenous thoughts.

"No." You caught yourself from saying more, knowing that more of a response would only cause problems.

"That's it," he began. "Everyone take an extended lunch, you stay with me." He said looking in your direction. With his command the other initiates who were in the room gratefully filled out, only your friend Amanda pausing to send a look of worry at you before leaving as well.

"Since you can't seem to focus long enough to take orders, I'm taking the liberty of giving you some... hands-on training." He notes, his always present smirk in full effect.

"Eric, I really didn't me-" You stumbled through your sentence.

"What did you just call me?" Your cheeks blushed red and your eyes turned to the floor. You prayed for it to swallow you whole. When you took too long to respond he repeated his question, his body, which had moved closer to you than when he first addressed you, now was less than a foot away.

"Sorry, sir." You stressed this new title.

"What makes you think you can call me Eric?" He questioned. You could imagine his head tilting, the way it did when he seemed to be stalking his prey.

"I- I'm not sure. It just slipped out... Sir." Your eyes still studied the floor, watching as his boots slowly inched closer to yours.

"Are we friends?" He questioned. The accusation in his tone made your stomach sink.

"No, sir. We are not." Your heart pounded in your chest. Its persistent rhythm was the only thing that tied you to this moment. His boots touched yours now, your bodies being mere inches from touching. If either of you swayed in the slightest...

"Are we lovers?" His voice was only a whisper now.

Your head snapped up, making eye contact with him in an instant. In your shock you took a step into him, your breast now rubbing against his chest, a feeling you were hyper-aware of.

"No, sir." Your response was but a whisper as well, his eyes darkening at his honorary title.

"Then you have no right to say my name, Y/N." He placed a hand on your chin, its gentle pressure making your senses fire on all cylinders. "If you're not moaning it from pleasure, I don't want to hear it cross your lips." His fingers move from their place along your jaw to your lips, his thumb running across the soft skin. It was only reflex that caused your tongue to dart to it, taking it gently into your mouth.

"You don't want to continue what you're doing." He begins, his voice having become deeper in the seconds that had passed. "I won't be gentle. Or considerate."

In the grueling past weeks of training you had often questioned why you had chose Dauntless, the faction of the brave, when you often felt so weak. In this moment you understood why.

"We still have an hour before the others come back, sir."

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[cauldron-of-coulter]

—SCARS ARE OUR ARMOR

PT.1

±You meet a mysterious man named Coulter through gaming with your friends±

Howling like a reverberated cataclysm of pressure, the forces of the gale that thundered down on the dystopia of the fallen city known as Olde Serrn, rocked the rubble and fallen debris into a whirlwind of flying objects.

There was a deafening silence that followed the downfall of the empire, followed by a chorus of loud rambunctious laughter breaking the reticent and taciturn lack of volume emitted by the shock of a lucky triumph. Hollers of praise and boasts of victory soon began a cluster of fortitude among the four brazen warriors, each sound bouncing through the mesh of your headset as your laughter echoed theirs.

“I was sure that Octomi was about to rip you a whole new asshole, Y/N. What the hell were you even doing in there?”

You recognised the voice belonged to your long time friend Andrew—a seemingly incompetent gamer but an all to enthusiastic friend— who you could tell was sporting a grin from the amusement in his voice.

“I found a kitchen that had oven mitts you could wear and—”

More laughter swallowed your hearing, making it hard to focus on your own sentence since you could barely hear yourself talk over the noise. A trait many would consider a weakness through vanity, but you would call not-tripping-over-your-words.

“All I know is that there was an open oven and not enough food to go around, so—”

A hearty wheeze cut you off, before the infamous rumble of Finn's words cut through the air at an exasperated speed, oxygen becoming a deprived feature among the four of you.

“... The objective was to fend off the Octomi, not feed them.”

A ping flashed on everyone's screens as the silent warrior, Dash, messaged everyone at once.

ʼWho got the final Octomi?ʼ

“Uh, I cuffed that bad boy before it managed to sneak up on Y/N.” Came Finn's proud and smug reply. You could just imagine him sat behind his screen shooting finger guns at his own reflection.

Ping. ʼDid you charge him with resisting a roast?ʼ

You couldn't help the wild cackle that fell from your lips at that message. It wasn't uncommon for you to be easily amused by the worst jokes in the world. It's probably why Andrew's dad loved your company so much.

The group chat lit up the screen in neon as another person entered. Finn was the one to greet the newcomer, him being the only known associate to him.

“No fuckin' way! Coulter, I'm glad you could make it bud. These are the friends I was telling you about.”

Confusion washed over you before a feigned gasp flew out and an accusation flew off your tongue—only those who truly knew you, could tell when you were joking, to everyone else you were just bitchy.

“You mean to tell me that you've been speaking about us behind our backs to a complete stranger, but told us nothing of this guy?”

Andrew instantly deadpanned by continuing, “Did you forget to come out before you decided to introduce us to your boyfriend?”

Ping. ʼ🤔ʼ

“Fuck you, I came out three years ago.” He countered with amusement.

A warm chuckle rippled through the social circle, causing the hair to stand up on the back of your neck, goosebumps traveling down your arms. His voice was silky and enchanting as it greeted the group of misfits. “If you can't beat them, I can arrange to have them beaten for you, Finn.”

The threatening and dark tone to his voice sent shivers down your spine and you immediately became intrigued by how easily you felt almost intimidated by him. Most people didn't find it o easy to fit in, but you noted how this guy was already apart of the pack without even trying.

Maybe it was the friendship he shared with Finn that made him more relatable and easy to be at ease with, or perhaps it was his ability to pick up on morbid humor by rebutting his own, or the way he thrived off using an insult based sense of humor as a term of endearment—regardless of the reason, you decided against trying to pinpoint the cause, and instead focused on engaging him in the battle of wits he had started. Either way, the conversation just seemed to flow easily between you both.

You figured it was an attempt to distract you from the onslaught of blows his character pummelled onto yours, but when he realised that it wasn't removing your attention from the focus at hand, he decided another approach.

In capital letters and bright blue lettering, appearing at the bottom of your screen, the words that held your attention span as you struggled to open the notification, read:

'DAUNTLESSDEVIL HAS SENT YOU A FRIEND REQUEST'

And just like that, your new friend Coulter cheated his way to a victory by using his own orchestrated distraction against you.

Part 2

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[writing-about-current-obsessions]

Hidden talent

Pairings: Eric Coulter x reader

Words: 1802

Summary: Female!reader has a hidden talent that she doesn’t want anyone to know about. Well... Eric kinda finds out.

(I am so happy at the reactions I got on my last imagine! It’s great to get positive feedback because I wasn’t sure about posting anything, so this pushes me to give my small part in keeping the fandom alive like you guys said!)

I yawned, looking around the training room. It was empty and the lighting was dimmed, just the way I liked it. I waited a few moments at the door to hear or see anyone, but there was no one here at this hour of the night. That is precisely why I was.

It was the only time I could train in peace, knowing that nobody could see me. It wasn’t like I was embarrassed of training ballet, but I imagine it would be frowned upon if my fellow Dauntless members found out. This was something that is only for my enjoyment, as well as something that calms me after a stressful day. It’s also another way of training, much harder than it looks like. Maybe even harder than some of the Dauntless exercises we have to do.

There was one wall in the back of the Dauntless training rooms that had a huge mirror and that is where I trained most nights. The mirror was purely decorative because no one used it for anything, but I was grateful to have it there.

After glancing at my reflection, I was delighted that no one was here to see me. I almost chuckled at how different from Dauntless I looked like, in my dark red, long-sleeved leotard and black see-through tights. I was carrying a tote bag with my pointe shoes and a change of clothes if I needed it.

The tote bag was pushed aside after I took out my pointe shoes. I put them on my feet and started wrapping the ribbons around my ankle. The pointe ballet shoes were black – I was Dauntless, after all. Then came the stretching. It was incredibly soothing and also quite strenuous in the same time; flexing my whole body, muscle by muscle.

I gathered my hair in a bun after I was warmed up and then started my latest ballet routine. I always worked on two or three different choreographies at a time, although I wouldn’t even think about showing them to someone. It was one or two hours in a day where I didn’t have to think about anything else, about any issues or problems that were pestering me during the day. The only thing I had to think about were my movements, my posture and that sweet feeling of pain I got when I strained all my muscles and pushed myself to my limits.

A faint sound coming from behind startled me, making me stop. It seemed like footsteps, but they were so silent I wasn’t entirely sure if I imagined it.

I turned around and saw him.

My blood immediately ran cold.

If I could pick only one person not to find out about my super-secret ballet training, it would be Eric. It seemed that fate had a wicked sense of humour, because he was the first one (and the only one) to find out.

A lump formed in my throat and I couldn’t speak.

Eric simply eyes me up and down without a particular readable expression on his face. He didn’t seem shocked and he wasn’t laughing, which means that so far, things were going better than I would’ve expected.

My first instinct was to cower back and make up a lie, but then I remembered who I was. I was Dauntless. I was brave and I was confident.

If I want to do ballet, nobody can stop me. Not even Eric and his opinion of it.

I squared my shoulders and sighed. “Aren’t you going to make a crude joke or laugh in my face? Or at least say something mean?”

I folded my arms on my chest in a defensive manner.

He furrowed his brows and folded his arms on his chest as well, mimicking my motions. “Why would I?”

I snorted. Looking down on my pointe shoes, I realized that any chance of him liking me back was shattered to pieces.

“I don’t know.”, I shrugged, looking up at him. “Ballet is not really a Dauntless thing.”

He smiled. “You couldn’t be more Dauntless even if you tried.”

It was my turn to be confused. I didn’t know what to say or how to react at his blasé attitude in this whole situation.

“How long have you been standing there and watching me?” I asked instead.

Eric chuckled, taking a few steps towards me. I could see his face better now in the half-dark room. He was only a few steps away.

“That sounds so creepy when you put it like that.”

“I’m just thinking about what I will need to offer you to keep your mouth shut about this.”, I took a deep breath.

I rubbed my forehead with my hand and looked away. How exactly will this ballet thing affect my reputation and therefore, my position at Dauntless? It was difficult to say. I only knew it was smarter and better for me to keep Eric quiet about it.

“How about a kiss?” his strong voice echoed.

I snapped my head at him, thinking I must’ve heard that wrong. “What?”

“You heard me.”, he took those few remaining steps with confidence and I had to turn my head slightly upwards to watch him as he came close.

“I want a kiss and then I won’t tell a soul about you being a ballet dancer.”, he palmed my cheek gently and stared at me intently.

My brain short-circuited in that moment. “I’m not a ballet dancer.”

He snickered. “Is that what you want to focus on right now?”

“No.”, I breathed out and grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

If this was my only chance of kissing Eric, you better bet I will take it.

He melted right into the kiss, which I didn’t expect at all. One part of me thought he was joking about kissing me and deciding to stay quiet. I thought he was only determining how far would I be willing to go. But, the way he responded to the kiss, with roughness and hunger, made me overwhelmed. Our bodies were pressed against each other and touching as our lips moved in sync, like they were two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. When I pulled back, he didn’t let me move far away, his hands resting on my waist and holding me in place. 

I was speechless, just looking at his eyes while I tried to read his mind and his thoughts in that moment. 

“Did you kiss me to keep me from blabbing out your secret to everyone or because you wanted to kiss me?” he asked, his face almost expressionless, but some vulnerability managed to creep out and show itself in his bright eyes. 

I smirked, moving my hands to rest on the back of his neck. “Both.”

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards. “And if I promise not to tell anyone, without you having to do anything for me in return?”

“I would want to kiss you again.”

I’ve never seen a bigger smile grace Eric’s face, which made me smile widely as well. 

“What are you waiting for, then?” he challenged with a gruff voice. 

I frowned, utterly confused by how this situation is developing.

“You don’t care about...”, I stopped myself, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

“About the ballet?” he finished instead of me and immediately answered. “I couldn’t care less about it.”

Relief flooded me and I visibly relaxed under his hands and his piercing gaze. 

“As a matter of fact...”, his hands slid around me and ended on my lower back, fondling the smooth fabric. “It was pretty hot. Watching you move so effortlessly and gracefully. It was fascinating.”

I laughed at loud and he glared at me. 

“Something funny?” he murmured.

“Now I am absolutely sure you won’t tell anyone about this, because there is no way in hell you would admit to saying something like that!”

Eric relaxed at that as well and grinned. “True.”

“Thank you.”, I said sincerely, resting my palms on his chest. “For saying that and keeping my secret. I know it’s dumb, but... I like it.”

“I don’t know a thing about ballet...”, he started, gazing at me and holding me close. “But that didn’t look dumb. I bet it takes a lot of skills. And you liking it is the only thing that’s important.”

It warmed my heart, hearing Eric say that. It made me like him so much more. 

“Wow. I don’t know what to say to that.”, I smiled at him. 

“Besides...”, he caressed my sides with his big hands and then slowly trailed them downwards, almost to my bum. “You look so hot in this tight ballet clothes.”

I laughed at him. “Anddd you’re back.”

“How about that kiss you were telling me about before?”

I grinned, leaning in. This time, I pressed my lips to his slowly and gently. My hand went through his hair as his fingers dug into my lower back. This kiss was as passionate as the first one, but sweeter and softer. It almost made me groan in protest when he pulled away. 

“Ballet takes some serious muscle to pull off, just so you know. It requires strength and training, as intense as some of the things we do every day as Dauntless.”, I felt the need to explain and was unbelievably glad he listened. 

“I believe you.”

“And also...”, I contemplated saying the next part and decided to do so, just for the pleasure of teasing him. “It makes me amazingly flexible and improves my stamina.”

I smiled innocently and put one of my legs around him, just the top it all off. I had to refrain from giggling or laughing as I saw his eyes go wide and felt his body tense for a tiny bit. 

He recovered quickly and matched my smile, holding my raised thigh by his side, squeezing it. “Is that so?”

I nodded, not being able to form words at that time. 

His hands suddenly went to the back of my thighs and raised me up, making me yelp. My legs were now around him as he held me effortlessly in the air. 

He obviously noticed my surprise. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, angel.”

“Who says I can’t finish it?” I quirked my eyebrow up. 

Eric’s mouth met my neck, sucking gently and making me close my eyes. The sudden pleasure surging through me prevented me from even noticing that he started to walk with me in his arms. He was carrying me to the exit. 

“Eric...” I moaned as he worked on my neck, feeling his fingers digging into the flesh of the back of my thighs. 

He pulled away and stopped at the same time, smirking proudly. “Are you sure you want this? Because if you end up on my bed I don’t know if I will be able to control myself.”

I grinned. “In that case, take me to your bed.”

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[spiteandalice]

Judas Touch pt. 6

ONCE AGAIN. This is my third attempt at posting this stupid chapter and if it fails again I will call you all personally and read it to you because I have officially given up on trying to do the internet. To make up for a month without anything I have decided to post everything I have so there.

@beltz2016 @beautifulramblingbrains @kenzieam and if I have forgotten you I am sorry, my brain has more holes than a colander.

THIS CONTAINS SMUT, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND MENTIONS OF TORTURE AND PHOBIAS. Proceed with caution, mkay.

Hold on to your hats people because we seem to be switching gears throughout this chapter. Enjoy. That is an order.

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The next day is beyond interesting, Eric refuses to acknowledge my existence like the big child he is just because I tried to steal his assistant. Let me be clear, I did no such thing. I did message her if she knew someone who would fit my standards for an assistant, which basically are… someone exactly like her. Being a leader's assistant is a coveted job in most factions and in Dauntless it is one of the few ways for those with lower initiation ranks to rise up. It's not a job that involves active duty of any kind and we do try to keep those with better combat skills in jobs that require them.

But there is the slight problem of our personalities and Eric changed  assistants like some their underwear - once every few weeks.

Being the insufferable snoop he is he saw my message and freaked out just a tiny bit, which amused me because I'm still on bed rest and in desperate need of entertainment. I even rifled through his book collection, but after war strategies, human psychology and a well loved book about a tower in a field of roses that are all somehow universes I'm done with printed words for the next decade or two. Reading is not something I generally enjoy doing, it requires a level of staticity I am not willing to commit to. I'm Dauntless, I'm too restless to sit still and focus on a book.

Some lower life form brought my brand new tablet so I can work, Max sent me a few notes on various subjects that require my immediate attention and Four keeps me updated on the initiation process which is as sad as ever.

In other words, I am completely and utterly bored out of my skull.

There is a knock on the door around noon and I get excited for a moment before I remember that an intruder probably wouldn’t knock to alert me to their presence. Maybe they would kick the door in. I grab my gun anyway and make my way to the door, remembering way too late that I am in my standard issue tank top and not-so-standard issue… shorts. Eric replaced the ones he tore off me while I attempted to work out the other night and said something about me better not going anywhere in those. Which, of course, had me contemplate parading around in them through the entire compound.

Ripping the door open I get ready to snarl but it’s just Raven, so I drop my gun that was pointed directly at her forehead and step aside. You can tell that she has been working for Eric for a while because she doesn’t even flinch, just breathes slowly and I swear she is almost smirking.

“Eric asked me to bring you some lunch. He’s expecting the test results back from Erudite this afternoon.”

She holds out a tray of dubious food related items, a half wilted salad, a protein bar Erudite claims is the best nutrition ever but that tastes like the chopped up soles of old boots, and a browning fruit salad. Why is there no such thing as good food in this blasted faction? That’s right, because we get all the stuff that doesn’t go bad within moments. I kind of miss Amity. Then my eyes travel back to her face and I lift an eyebrow.

“So he’s still pissed, huh.”

Something akin to amusement quickly flashes across her face, and I admire this woman because around Eric that poker face must come in so incredibly handy when he is throwing one of his tantrums and you can’t help but find it ridiculous, which in turn causes him to try and kill you if you are not me. He usually just tries to fuck me when he gets livid, which some would say is an advantage. Angry Eric is a force to be reckoned with, unless he's buried to the hilt inside you. Or especially when. Depends on my mood.

“If I were suicidal I would say when is he ever not, but if you are referring to your particular situation then yes. He punched a fence guard in the face this morning for stuttering.”

Ah. Well. Maybe my actions have consequences and now that I am a leading leader type of person I should think about the things I inflict upon the people around me. But I can’t be solely responsible for keeping Eric in a good mood, sometimes the sun shining too much or not enough seems to aggravate him greatly and as important as I find myself sometimes, there is no way I can tell the sun what to do. But I can try, I guess.

“Well. I’m sorry, I guess. Do you want to spend your lunch break here? If you keep me company you are guaranteed that you won’t be seeing him at least during your break.”

Raven smiles at me and gingerly steps into the living area, making it very obvious that she is trying not to look around too much. I guess it is weird to be in the home of the guy you work for, without his permission. Which may or may not piss him off even further.

My tablet beeps and I roll my eyes. Ten credits say that…

Why the fuck is she in my apartment

Rolling my eyes again, this is going to give me a massive headache, I flop down on the couch and type my reply.

I thought it was OUR apartment

I’m not sharing her with you

Don’t worry, not my thing

Mina.

I’m not stealing her. We’re talking. About things. Not you. I'm fucking bored and craving human interaction. Stop watching me you perverted asshole

There is silence after that and when I look up Raven is watching me with a broad grin on her face.

“You’re both looking like you’re on peace serum when you’re talking to each other, it’s kind of cute. Weird and freaky, but cute.”

I pretend to throw my tablet at her head and she laughs, maybe I can make her forget that I’m doing her boss or that this is his place, technically, and that the spot on the couch she sits in has probably seen more of both our naked asses than the training room showers.

“I’m sure he’ll be delighted to a about that.  Maybe Erudite can do something useful for once and completely destroy the nerves in my face so I can’t move a single muscle.”

While Raven pulls an apple out of her pocket I begin to dissect the salad like substance in front of me. There are tomatoes in there, which tells me that this is not your regular salad from the mess hall because we don't usually get those in the winter, they are grown in experimental greenhouses the Erudite built. And there is a good dose of chicken in this salad, not exactly uncommon here, but also egg and what looks like cheese. The nurse said something about better food and I guess a certain someone listened. I know I sure as hell didn't.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

My eyes snap to her and try to burn holes into hers as I growl but she isn't at all impressed. No wonder Eric loves her, she must be a transfer from his old home. For a moment I study her, fascinated by her composure and the way her hair is braided into tiny little braids. Before I can get distracted any further I straighten up and try my best scowl on her, which usually inspires terror in lesser beings. Raven just chuckles.

“You’re a transfer, too?”

Now she outright laughs at me and throws her hands up.

“What gave it away?”

“I like you. For some reason I am drawn to transfers, especially you no-good, brainy Erudites. Quoting Shakespeare doesn’t help you conceal it, either.”

It’s her turn to look at me like I just sprouted a second head right between my eyes.

“But you know who Shakespeare is and can identify a quote? He’s been dead for hundreds o years and outside of Erudite I’m pretty sure nobody has ever heard of the guy. Pretty boring, actually.”

I shrug and attack a piece of chicken, which is unfortunately half covered in something green and slightly slimey. If that is avocado then Eric and I are going to have to have words, once they served this to me in Erudite, where they have avocado plants absolutely everywhere apparently, because it is such a nutritious plant and healthy and good for your brain or something, but we can’t get it here because it’s not worth it. You have a window of about five minutes between rock solid and rotten where these things are edible, but they are delicious.

And it is avocado. Mother. Fucker.

“I could tell you that Eric likes reciting poetry, but before my tablet goes off… like I said, I seem to hang out with the transfers and no matter how much I try, some stuff just starts to rub off. There was a guy in my initiation class that liked to say that. Insufferable moron.”

My sole mission now is picking out the avocado and tomato bits while I ignore the sad green leaves, spinach and whatever else kind of garbage the rest is. If I’m spoiled with actual food I can’t just sit here and pretend I don’t hate the rest of it, life is too short.

“Really, what happened to him? I wonder if I know him, I’m only two years behind you.”

With a smug grin I stop the fork halfway to my mouth and sigh inwardly because this being social is seriously hindering my eating habits, which have previously been described as disgusting, gross and likened to various animals.

“He came in second. Yet another problem Erudite boys are having. I will stop making comparisons there for my own safety and your brain,” I pause to acknowledge her mouthing ‘thank you’ by raising my eyebrow at her, “and his ego never quite survived that blow. He wanted to join the fence guards but is leading one of our surveillance teams out in the city. His name’s Blaze. Formerly known as Balthasar.”

That name still gives me the giggles. We could have turned into sworn enemies like Four and Eric, who at this point remind me of two old neighbor dogs that snarl at each other out of habit, none of them really able to remember why they are supposed to hate each other in the first place. Or we could have turned into lovers, something I could also see with the other two but please don’t mention that to Eric. Instead we ended somewhere in between, we tried hooking up twice during initiation and decided we were quite compatible but not enough to make it interesting, it ended up feeling like fucking my brother who happens to be into the same kinks.

Eric can’t stand him, of course.

But, as it so happens, blaze is one of the very few people that I consider a friend, most of them are coincidentally male and most of them have shared a bed with me once upon a time. Or a wall. A surface. You know what I mean. Women and I never seem to get along, but Raven is a nice exception to the rule. If I can’t steal her, well, I think her and I could team up and strive to make Eric’s life hell. My day just got a lot brighter.

“I think I know who you’re talking about, pretty tall, mohawk, a dragon tattooed on the side of his head? His parents must have known he was Dauntless since he started to walk. That guy probably hasn’t touched a book his entire life.”

Oh Raven, you would be surprised. Much like someone else I won’t name, Blaze is still very fond of his books and keeps a stash of them under his bed. I’m not sure if this applies to all transfers, but it seems that most of them keep just a smidge of the Faction they were born into, no matter how long ago they transferred.

We talk some more, about things that happened while I was gone - Eric hired Raven after the previous assistant threatened to jump into the chasm and was talked out of it by Four, Eric wrecked three doors in his first week after she started, a month after my apparent death. You know. Fun little tidbits - and about looking as Dauntless as possible. Raven is shocked that I don’t buy anything but the standard uniform stuff and I am shocked that she has never gotten a tattoo. Granted, her skin is almost as dark as our clothes, but when she says she has never even gotten a piercing I am positively outraged and promise to drag her off to get something done.

In the end she has to go back at some point and leave me alone in this boring little prison, even though I have to admit that it is a lot better than the one I was locked up in before. Eric doesn’t show up until eight in the evening, carrying his tablet like it is about to explode.

“So?”

He barely glances at me before frowning at his screen, but I can see his eyes roll upward ever so slightly. Public Eric is back in full force and he doesn’t want me to see that he is as nervous as I am. Probably. Did I mention that I suck at this human interaction thing? It’s a lot easier if you don’t give a shit about what they are thinking about you, to be quite honest. And he is far from the ideal practice subject because he is as easy to read as some of the books Erudite keeps that are written in long dead languages.

“I obviously waited to open the message until I got here.”

Obviously. Asshole. Resisting the urge to hit him in the head, probably breaking my hand on his thick skull in the process, I sit up instead when he walks up to me and sits down at the very edge of the couch, looking as if he is about to flee. Which he probably is. Wordlessly he opens the message and doesn’t bother to look at me again, he probably feels my breath on his neck when I lean in to read over his shoulder.

Not pregnant.

Great. Right? It’s a good thing. I mean. We’re clearly not ready to be parents, I’m pretty sure I will remain in that category until I die. People as messed up as we are shouldn’t have children and I just got back from being tortured and nearly starved to death so this is a very, very good thing. Why am I suddenly feeling weird? There is a little pull in my stomach that makes me uneasy, almost as if a part of me hadn’t minded the idea of becoming a mother. Or rather, the mother of a child of Eric.

Before I can say or do anything stupid I get up to get dressed, this is not something you think about, you better drink about it. And since I am not knocked up my bedrest should not apply anymore.

I actually did buy a skirt when I got my new clothes, crazy me, and before I can change my mind I pull off the shorts and pull up the very short and very tight skirt, not bothering to change otherwise. Without a single word or glance towards Eric I leave and make my way down to the Pit, ready to drink myself into a stupor and then, maybe then, figuring out what to do next.

Two hours later I feel pleasantly buzzed. Which is a lie because everything around me is spinning but I hold on to the bar, glare at the moron who tried to refuse to give me another drink, and casually elbow a guy next to me that doesn't quite understand that I am not interested in going back to his place - which is a matter so important to him that it was the first thing he said to me. Now he hisses and calls me a bitch but still slides right back next to me. His friend tries to get him to leave - for the third time - but buddy here is painfully slow at understanding all the subtle hints.

“Come on, man. You really don't want to mess with her. Eric will kill you.”

Oho. So it's totally okay to harass drunk women if they're single or seeing someone less intimidating? I'm mentally preparing to give a speech, even going as far as putting a hand on my hip and drawing in a deep breath that makes my head spin even worse, but the guy decides to put an arm around my neck and pulls me even closer. I barely hear him slimily state that my boyfriend isn't here because I think about a tall factionless man grabbing me from behind and holding me just like that while his friends beat me to a pulp. But this time I'm not sedated and before I can register that I am in the Pit and not some long abandoned building I have slammed the back of my head into his nose, turned us around and flipped him over my shoulder. Panting heavily I stare at his bleeding face, my boot on his neck ready to stomp out his lights when I feel someone behind me and tense, ready to attack.

“This is why I didn't do anything, Peter, I don't know why his friend was worried about me. Mina can handle herself and I think she's even more dangerous than I could be, especially considering that she drank half the bar at this point.”

That smug bastard probably enjoyed the show. When I slowly turn around the world is tilting to the right but I manage to adjust just fine. Eric is leaning against the bar, arms crossed and looking like a man casually observing some fucking clouds with a friend that thinks every second one looks like a tit. He is cold and cruel as ever, and I don't want to be here. Too many people that are too close and that makes me want to scream and kick until they go away.

Something must have given it away, because Eric drops his cold grin and steps up to me, frowning when I flinch away from him. My skin is crawling with invisible insects, ghosts of the not too distant past that are recurring stars of my nightmares. Eric puts an arm on my shoulder and it takes all my strength not to punch him for it.

“Are you okay?”

Of course I'm not okay. That's what I want to yell, but I also want to be sarcastic and tell him that I have never been better. But my tongue is strangely dry and swollen and I can taste bile, giving me the distinct feeling that someone replaced my tongue with a dead slug. So I just look at him, hope I don't look as panicked as I feel, and shake my head just slightly.

Suddenly he pulls me closer and my hands fly up automatically to fight him off, but Eric whispers in my ear to play along. Because if he carries me out of here having a panic attack I will look weak, that's bad whether you are a leader or not. But if we start to make out after I just punched a guy that got too handsy? People will most likely cheer.

And they actually do. Morons.

Eric doesn't put me down until we are home and I immediately want to take my clothes off, feeling the need to take a shower. Somewhere on the way I began to talk, about the ambush, about getting shot and stabbed and abandoned by my own team. About dark basements and fever and infections. About cold water in freezing temperatures soaking my clothes. About sedatives and beatings and endless questions I never answered. About being covered in spiders and all kinds of bugs and being too weak to even try to brush them off. About death and thinking about it coming for me so much it became all there was. About being too tired to cry. And about hate, festering and swelling like a bloating corpse until it bursts, consuming everything else until there is nothing but rage, giving you the strength you didn't know you still had left.

Eric doesn't say a word. He carries me home and sits with me on his lap until I'm done. There is absolutely no expression on his face but I can see something shift in his eyes and my drunk mind wonders if that insane level of hatred that's scared me so much is contagious, like some nasty virus that spreads slowly and kills everything in it's path.

But then he carries me into the bathroom and, ignoring my protests, takes off my clothes before stripping down himself and turning on the shower. The water is so hot that the mirror fogs up almost instantly but I'm still shaking when he lifts me into the tub, making me wonder if the cold will ever really leave my body or if it will stay inside my bones until I die.

We stay until I stop shaking and only then does he remove his arms to turn away and shut the water off, leaving me standing all by myself and I hate that more than I want to admit. Suddenly I feel tired, drained and boneless but before I can slip down into a pathetic pile of limbs Eric is back, wrapping a towel around me and carrying me to the bed. Our bed. I crawl under the covers and when he doesn't follow I want to whimper like a scared child. It would be easy to blame this on the alcohol, but the truth is… all it does is let me be vulnerable for once. It was one of my worst fears. Humiliation, not being in control. Darkness. Confined spaces. Insects and birds, those sketchy assholes. I could deal with all of those. But being vulnerable was the worst, it almost cost me my first rank.

When he finally returns I feel relieved, and I notice a low humming in the background. Eric turned on the heat and that is such a thoughtful little gesture it almost makes me cry. Instead of rolling to the side I stay on my back and pull him on top of me, I want to forget for at least a little while. Our kiss is almost desperate but we keep things unusually slow, when Eric begins to kiss a trail down from my neck and across my breasts I almost growl with impatience, but he doesn't stop or speed things up. Instead he seems intent on covering every inch of my skin with his lips, saving the best for last. By the time he buries his head between my legs I'm wound so tight I feel like I'm about to explode but that kind of slow torture is very much acceptable as it turns out. Eric has me howling and screaming with a few slow strokes of his tongue and when he pushes two fingers into me I grab the sheet underneath me and scream, not at all deterred by the smug grin I can feel against my skin.

Before I can even catch a breath, much less think about returning the favor, Eric is on top of me and moaning into my mouth when our tongues find each other, my taste still on his lips. All it takes is for me to wrap my legs around his waist and he is inside me, I never had time to ponder just how well our bodies fit, especially in this position. We are usually fighting for the upper hand, clawing and biting and wrestling until we both collapse. This time we're slow, holding each other close, but it's not less intense. Maybe even more so. There is a strange undercurrent that wasn't there before but I'm too busy focusing on him, on us. Then our foreheads touch, both covered in a thin layer of sweat that would honestly disgust me otherwise, and we enter in what I have to describe as an intense staring match. We are both quiet, there is an occasional hiss or a low groan, but it is far from our usual athletics.

My orgasm leaves me literally speechless and I would be embarrassed about looking like a fish on land, mouth wide open and all, but he looks just as ridiculous. It’s ferocious in it’s own way and we both collapse, limbs tangled in that awful way i have gotten so used to already. Maybe I can sleep now, at least for a little bit. Before I drift off I think I hear Eric speak but that might just be my tired brain and the alcohol conspiring against me, although they manage to keep Eric wonderfully in character.

“I’m going to get you the guy’s head as a wedding present.”

Yeah, you do that. I’ll be here, sleeping.

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