#divergent

[tigresslily]

Peter: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Tris: Nope, absolutely not. Four: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Christina: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Uriah: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Will: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

I can't fathom the fact that some people watch a movie, show or read a book they like and they just go: "I liked it :)" and that's it....girl how?? Whenever I like a movie, tv show, book or musical I need to inhale that piece of media like it's air, I need to self insert myself in it and create an elaborate plot line for my character in it, then I listen to music that reminds me of the piece of media and think of it 24/7, while obsessively rewatching scenes and analyzing every bit of it till I notice details nobody has seen, finally, I try to convince people to watch it with me so that I can experience it for the first time through them. Then my obsession dies and I feel empty until the next one comes along..... and you're telling me people can enjoy something and just...go to sleep and not think of it again????

[niamhloveshs]

i feel like the ballad of songbirds and snakes saved the whole dystopian genre, like we haven’t had a good dystopian movie in ages but everything about tbosas was literally perfect. the songs, the acting, the casting, the whole storyline, everything was amazing, i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since i watched it

[definitelynotisabel]

wtf do people without fandoms do with their life? like actually what do you do when you don’t have something to dangerously obsess over. the last time i wasn’t a part of a fandom was in fourth grade.

[lilithslittleworld]

Intruder

A/N: this little story is for @slutforoldermen and @maisiestuff ! The inspiration comes from this* post here and I have brought the best I could to the function fr😮‍💨 tehehehe enjoy!!

Also don't mind the title I couldn't think of anything witty :'(

CW: sort of forbidden sex, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, begging, teasing, some humiliation.

Summary: (Four x reader) You decide to confront Four after days of cold and distant behavior towards you but you didn't expect to walk in on him...

Four was known for being tough and hard to get through to but that was no excuse for the way he had been treating you. Trainings had become even more rigorous and so had his demands. It wasn't your fault you had a sense of self preservation, something most of your other Dauntless initiates seemed to lack.

Your steps were short and fast, as you approached the block of apartments where Four lived. Your breaths were audible, partly due to your speed but also to the anger that coursed through your veins. He had no business calling you out and humiliating you in front of everyone simply because you had turned down the offer of standing before a target as the instructors threw knives around you. You wanted to tell him off to his face and now was your chance.

You knocked on the door confidently, crossing your arms as you awaited a response. You got none.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, knocking again even harder. And yet, the seconds ticked by and the door stayed closed. Your hand flew to the doorknob, even though you knew it would be locked but it didn't hurt to try.

To your surprise, the door opened with a slight creak, leading to Four's spacious studio. Your eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of him but were disappointed to find the lights off and his bed empty. You had almost given up hope as you turned to leave when you heard a noise. The sound of water running in the distance made you creep towards it.

Ah, so he's washing his hands, you thought to yourself as you pushed open the bathroom door. It all happened so quickly. As the door opened, your eyes fell on his naked, wet body, standing below the shower. And he'd heard you.

"What the f-" he screamed, interrupted by you slamming the door shut behind you. Now you really were breathing heavily and it was solely due to the adrenaline this time. You'd seen him fully. His toned back, arms, chest, and even his dick, water dripping off of him. He was so big and beautiful everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the image that was flashing in your mind repeatedly as you covered your eyes in horror. He was your instructor! How were you ever going to face him again? He was going to make your life impossible now.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart drop but you didn't turn around.

"You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you're here," Four said, his voice careful and cold as ice. You shivered in response, turning slowly as you thought of a good excuse. He stood before you, white towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You couldn't help but stare at the little droplets of water that remained on his chest, his abs, dripping down slowly past his navel.

"I came to see you," you choked out, "To tell you off, actually."

"What makes you think you can come see me?" he said carefully, his voice so soft it was dangerous. He took a step towards you, "What makes you think you can come into my house?"

"It was a mistake, honestly!" you protested, stumbling backwards, your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything. You came in contact with the wall, gripping it tightly to keep you steady and upright in case your legs gave out. This had turned into a terrible idea.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice taking on an even more dangerous tone. Dangerous because it made you press your legs together tightly and hold back a whimper that dared to emerge from your mouth. You pressed your lips together tightly before speaking.

"I-I," you stuttered, your brain buzzing with filthy thoughts of the man standing in front of you.

He took another step towards you. "So sure on telling me off and now you can't even get a sentence out."

Your cheeks burned as he taunted you, now clearly unbothered by your presence in his house. He was excited even, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you.

He took yet another step towards, now just inches away from you. He was so close you could smell the warm musk that was coming from his skin. You silently fought back the urge to reach out and run your fingers along his glistening , muscular body.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really here?" He placed his free hand on his chest, the other one still tightly wrapped around the towel that barely covered him. If only it would just slip down a little.

You ducked your head down in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the smile that was pulling at the corners of your lips. "I already told you, I came to see you," you said softly, staring intently at the floor. That's when a piece of fabric fell. His towel.

"Take a good look then," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to see him as you'd seen him just moments ago. If you listened and brought your eyes up to him, there'd be no turning back. It was also a breach of conduct but again, you didn't care.

"Four," you murmured, as you brought your gaze back up to him tentatively, meeting his dark brown eyes instantly. Your heart raced as you pushed past the embarrassment of avoiding his naked body. Your eyes ran down his body, his wide shoulders and brawny arms. You took note of his veins everywhere, they were so noticeable and prominent. Taking your time now, your eyes scanned his strong chest, toned abdomen, and followed his happy trail further down, gulping as you saw him again.

And suddenly, his lips were on yours. His lips moved against your passionately, his tongue swirling erotically against yours, your breaths mixing in your colliding mouths. Your hands found him instantly, trailing down his chest lightly as he groaned into your mouth. You wanted him so badly, to taste him, to feel him, to hear him groan again. But his hands stopped you, holding them tightly in place even when you tried to free yourself.

"Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a few steps back from you for good measure before pointing to your shirt. "Take it off."

You were used to cooperating with Four's orders but this one threw you off, a slight edge of self consciousness beginning to emerge.

"Take it off or you don't touch me," was all he said, making you whine in return. You complied quickly, slipping the top over your head, leaving you completely exposed. You could feel Four's eyes burning into your chest as you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his.

"And that," he said, gesturing to your pants, which came off just seconds after his command. You took a confident stride back to him, no longer bothered by the fact that you too were almost completely naked. Up on your tiptoes, your hands found his hair and your lips his own. You kissed him feverishly, breathlessly, feeling his hands snaking down your back, stopping to grab a handful of your butt, pulling you even closer to his body. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as you pressed yourself onto him eagerly, your fingers tangled and pulling at his hair.

Four took you in his arms, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering softly when his cock grazed your clit as he walked you over to his bed.

"I haven't even really touched you yet and you're already making pretty, little noises," he murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you still straddling him. Now, with his cock fully between your legs, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear, there was no stopping you. Your hips moved against him almost instantly, seeking some sort of stimulation.

"Fuck," you sighed, as you rubbed your aching clit against him. His hands found your waist and guided your movements vigorously.

"Use me," he groaned, his eyes on your face, watching the pleasure on your face grow, "Just like that." You could feel the wetness of your panties start to spread, dripping down onto his throbbing cock. Your moans grew louder, as you began to reach your orgasm, griding against him at an even faster pace. His big, rough hands reached down to squeeze your boobs. Four's heavy breathing below you only fueled your desire, you were almost drunk on it. You knew you were only minutes away from climaxing, so when Four's hands held your waist still in place, it felt almost violent.

Your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as you opened your eyes to find him smirking, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Get on your knees," he breathed, as you lowered yourself below him. You watched him mesmerized, as he stroked himself, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure, his moans were soft and breathless. You squirmed impatiently as the need to touch yourself grew, he was driving you crazy and he knew. You whined breathlessly, hoping he'd turn his attention back to you. You wanted so to badly to feel him in your mouth.

"Open for me," he said softly, bringing his hardened length to your eager mouth. You took him into your mouth greedily, swirling your tongue around his tip ardently, tasting his slightly salty precum. Four's hands stayed near you, one holding your hair back and the other softly stroking your cheek. With every movement you made, every lick and stroke, you felt him grow harder in your mouth. The situation itself was enough to give you a thrill of pleasure too, moaning around him occasionally.

"Fuck," Four grunted, leaning his head back in pleasure from the vibrations of your throaty moan. "Moan on my cock again," he almost begged, almost entirely lost in ecstasy. You moaned back in response as the man above you started to come undone, bucking his hips against your face. He felt so much bigger in your mouth when his speed picked up, no longer expecting you to bob up and down his length.

Four pulled himself out from in between your lips, his cock sliding out perfectly from the back of your throat, covered in your glistening spit.

"I want you inside of me," you begged, now with an empty mouth but begging to be filled someplace else. Four pushed you back onto the bed in response, prying your legs open as you bit your lip. Instead of sliding himself into you, he bent down, now eye-level with your pussy. He trailed feathery kisses along your inner thighs, making a point of avoiding where you really wanted him. But no amount of whining or whimpering would make him speed up.

After torturous seconds, Four's fingers slid up and down your wetness. His slick fingers rubbed soft, slow circles against your clit as your eyes rolled back. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch you and how. His fingers gradually sped up, the circles he was tracing becoming more precise before bringing his mouth down to you. Four's tongue took over for where his fingers had been, drawing lazier circles than before. You desperately wanted him to speed up, to fit one or two of his big fingers into you.

As if he'd read your mind, he brought a finger slowly to your opening, teasing his way in. His finger stretched you deliciously, sliding in and out with ease, curled slightly in hope of hitting your G-spot. Your moans became pornographic now, pulling on his hair as he hit the right spots, both inside and outside of you.

"Four," you gasped, interrupted by another trembling moan, "more," was the only word you could get out.

Four brought his mouth away from your drenched pussy, his finger still fucking you as he spoke. "You want my cock, don't you?" he taunted, watching you buck your hips against his hands, your body begging for more. You nodded quickly.

"Tell me," he breathed, "Tell me how badly you want it inside of you."

"I want it so bad," you whined, "Need you inside of me."

Instantly, Four stood up and found a condom, sliding it rapidly down his throbbing member. In one swift movement, you found yourself straddling him again, in charge once again. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, allowing him to stretch you out even further. Burying his dick in your pussy, he groaned and your own moans joined him. Steadily, you began to ride him, taking notice of how he gripped your boobs to keep you in place, his rough fingers brushing against your hardened nipples.

"That's it," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, "Ride me. Ride my cock." He felt so good inside of you. You moaned his name as his mouth came onto your boobs, sucking on them as they bounced. His stubble left the skin around your boobs tingly as he turned towards the other one. His hands found your hips once again, speeding them up against his own moving hips.

The friction of your bodies, the sounds coming from him, and the sight of him was too much. You knew you wouldn't last much longer as he continued to hit your g-spot, digging your nails into his strong arms as the waves of pleasure hit harder.

"Yes," you whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" he pressed on, wanting to hear more of your desperation.

"Mmm," you moaned back, your legs beginning to shake. You were just seconds away from the release you so deeply craved.

"Beg for it," he grunted, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping up. But he'd hold out for you.

"Please," you begged frantically, unsure how much longer you could hold back. "Let me cum."

"You sound so pretty while you beg," he answered between breaths, "Cum for me then, cum all over my cock." And that was it, all you needed to hear.

You let the pleasure wash over you completely, taking over your body and your senses as you came. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you felt yourself clenching around him. Four wasn't far behind you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as he buried his dick deep into you one last time as he came. Both of your hips came to a slowing stop as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you laughed breathlessly, in shock of what had just unfolded before you. You had actually had sex with your trainer. Four seemed as bewildered as you did but he didn't say anything. Clearly he wasn't used to hooking up with initiates, thankfully.

You laid there together silently for a couple of minutes. Four stroked your hair softly as your fingers traced imaginary lines along his arms. You were both sweaty but neither of you seemed to care. And then he spoke.

"So," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "Is you intruding my house going to become a regular thing?"

"Only if you want it to be," you smiled up at him, knowing very well that's what he wanted to hear.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully before a smirk appeared on his mouth, "Want to shower?"

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Y/N's finally going to try out his shower and not just catch him in it! tehehehe I think it's kind of a cute ending :)

[st4rswrld]

sarcastic sassy men are going to do it for me every single fucking time.

[slothsluv]

“Are you afraid?”

PAIRING: Four x Reader

SUMMARY: [Following the Divergent movie] After learning your new result from the aptitude tests, Four wants you into his world to show you how to pass. He’s determined to make you pass.

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After learning your dear friend took the hard way of not accepting the fact he was going to become faction less, you felt fear take over your body. Your mind was running a thousand miles a minute after seeing your dead friend on the ground—how could I let him do this? You began rushing toward the doors that led outside, gasping for the fresh air of the odd morning to reach your drowning lungs. Before you could make it, you ran into a hard wall, looking up you see the hard wall being your instructor Four’s body.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffled as you tried to walk past him but you felt his hand grip onto your arm. He pulled you towards him but you ripped away from him. “Stop, please Four.”

“It’s not your fault he chose this way.” He says. You look up at him and see the way his eyes glistened in the lights of the hallways. His eyes.

“Even if it’s not, I don’t deserve my position I have now. I feel like an intruder.. like I’m-” you stopped yourself from saying the word. You see Four furrow his eyebrows at you. “Like what?”

You let out a shaky breath and looked into his eyes. A tear sliding down your cheek before letting him know what you felt. “They’re going to kill me.”

You felt more tears slide down your face. You knew your fate. You knew what was going to happen to you once you reached the second level of the training. You were warned what was going to happen if you were caught. You were determined to train yourself to not get caught but once you saw the cold, dead body of your once good friend lying on the floor, that hope and determination escaped your mind.

You knew what was going to happen to you no matter how long and how much you train yourself to surpass it.

“Why do you say that?” He asked but it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like a rhetorical question—he knew why but he wanted me to tell him the reason.

I looked up at him, tears staining my red cheeks and my bloodshot eyes piercing through his.

“You know why.”

He clenched his jaw from your response and let out a hum. “Follow me.” He says, turning around and walking around the corner.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and followed his order. You followed right behind him, his body becoming your shield from the dim lights of the hallways. His silhouette figure on the walls devoured yours—it was alluring to you.

Once you both reached the room you have been in before for the fear tests, you watch as he takes off his jacket and set it on the chair. He looks up at you and gives you a small nod, letting you know you can close the door. You do so and face him again. He begins to prep like he would do before testing one of his trainees for the fear exam.

“You’re going into my world.” He states. You widen your eyes, taken back by what he just said.

You watched as he gets the metal syringe ready for the serum. What felt like seconds ago he was telling you to be careful—to watch what you say towards him as you watched the way his jaw moved from the food he put in his mouth. Now he was allowing you into his world of fears. Into what kept him up at night and took over the controls of his body.

“You’re just going to let me into your mind?” You asked in disbelief.

“Mhm.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you and you’re just letting me into your world.” You scrambled. The way the vibration of the words slipped off his tongue made you tingle—his voice was deep and husky, it filled you with something you didn’t understand.

“What do you want to know?” He asked, stepping closer to you. Instinct kicked in and you stepped back. He stopped and scanned over your body, “are you afraid?”

During the whole duration of what felt like hours of him getting ready for the transition, he kept his gaze fixed on you. It felt intimidating the way he held his eyes so confidently over your face—your body. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he lifted you off the net when you first jumped down, the way he held his gaze so strongly over you. The feeling of his hands gripping your waist as he helped you onto your feet was engraved onto your skin ever since. The first moment you locked eyes with him and saw how dark and dusky they were, they seemed empty and bare the first time you stared into them. It made you want to know more about what he put a front on.

“You need to know how to handle your fears correctly. How a Dauntless would. If you want to pass without being suspected of what you are.” He stated. You watched as he injected the serum into the skin of his neck and release the liquid. You scan over his face to see his reaction but he was emotionless; like he’s done this a million times. He walks over to you with the syringe in his hand, ready to inject you next.

“Why can’t we just practice with my fears? So I know how to face them when the time comes.” You asked. He ignores what you say as he grabs your face with his left hand, his right with the metal syringe ready to pierce through your skin. Before he does so, you feel the pad of his thumb caress gently over your cheek, like he knew it was going to hurt you but he wanted to protect you from the pain.

“This will be a lot easier. I can’t see your fears clearly on the monitor. I need to show you what you need to do to pass.” The tone of his voice felt like he was pleading with you, begging you to open up to what he was going to show you, but he also sounded afraid of what you might think once you go and experience his fears with him.

You nodded at his words.

You felt a slight pinch into your skin, your nose scrunches in pain and you let out a small sigh from the contact. He slightly raises his eyebrows, like he was letting you know he was sorry for what he did. After he was finished, he placed the metal tab on the outer corner of your forehead along with himself. He then guided you onto his lap in the chair, your back facing his chest as your legs intertwined on the chair that was centered in the corner of the room. You felt him grab the sides of your waist as you lifted yourself to lean back into him, the warmth that overtook his body was now intact with yours. It felt nice feeling the rising of his chest every time he took an inhale and feeling the breath come out of his mouth onto the baby hairs of your neck.

“You ready?” He whispered, his lips so close to your ears. You nodded in response. You were ready to see what kept his mind uneasy on days he thought too much. You wanted to know what pained him in his dreams and screamed him out of them.

“I’ll see you in there.”

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A/N: hello my dudes, I am back! And with my first ever imagine of Four. I hope you all enjoyed this as I enjoyed writing this for you all.

Please let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this of being in his hallucinations. This scene is my favorite part of the movie and I wanted to write a little something about it.

[salstray]

No Vacancy

Eric Coulter x gn!reader fic

less then 1k words (951 if you want to be specific) WARNINGS: angst

No one is safe from progress. No one is safe from Erudite. No one is safe from the mindless Dauntless carrying out commands they can't even hear, but can only feel through the iron claws of the serum forcefully injected into their blood.

No one is safe.

Not even you, Eric's favorite.

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Four was looking out the windows of the Prior home when he saw you.

Tris was upstairs, calling out to her mom and her dad, nothing but silence answering her, but you were out in the street. Dressed in black, a gun in your hand, your eyes blank and face slack. Enthralled by the simulation just like the rest of them.

He’d never admit to anyone how his heart sank at the sight.

Not even you were safe from this. You, Eric’s favorite. His poorly kept secret that all of the Dauntless knew about, but would never speak of. The one he’d sneak off to on lonely nights, the one he’d hunt down in the dark corners of the parties and the gatherings. You, who’d gone through initiation just a year after him and Four. Who’d stolen the black heart of their most ruthless leader yet with your strength, your fearlessness, and your bravery.

You. Injected and shipped off as a mindless puppet of war. Like you were nothing.

Four took a shaky breath, his jaw shifting and clenching at the anger that swelled within him. His head turned as Tris came back down the stairs, telling him her parents weren’t here. No one was. He cast one more glance out towards you just as you turned a corner and vanished from sight. Silently, he pitied you, but he didn’t have the time to show it. Nor did he ever think he’d get the chance to express it face to face.

God knows how you’d feel once you woke up. Once the simulation wore off or was shut down, if he and Tris did what he hoped they could.

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Eric rounded the corner, steps light, shoulders loose, only pausing once his eyes landed on you. His prize, his plaything.

His favorite.

You marched on, face empty, hands clenched around your weapon, eyes focused, but not on anything real. His hand came out as you approached and you stopped obediently in place, gaze fixed on something only you could see in the far distance. Behind him, Max stepped forward, sighing and shaking his head.

“No one’s safe, are they?” he asked, almost teasing.

“Not from progress,” Eric admitted. He reached forward, cupping your cheeks in his hands, brushing his thumbs under the circles of your eyes. If you were awake, you’d have smiled. All sweet and sugary. In a way that no one ever had when looking at Eric. He sighed softly when your eyes remained vacant. “You’ll understand though, won’t you?” he asked, now talking to you.

Max scoffed behind him, but Eric’s eyes stayed on yours, the only proof he heard his fellow leader being the slight tick of his jaw.

“Don’t be so sure of that,” Max warned. Finally, Eric turned his sharp, gray eyes on the man behind him, frowning just far enough that Max knew his commentary wasn’t welcome. He scoffed again before shoulder passed both you and the man you called your lover in the past.

“I am sure,” Eric hissed, leaning in to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’ll understand, won’t you, sweetheart?” His fingers curled across the nap of your neck, his pinkies absentmindedly toying with the collar of your jacket. “This is all for the betterment of the city. Of the factions. A necessary evil, hm? How many times have we talked about those? You always told me you understood why they were important. Doing something bad in the name of the greater good , right? That’s what this is… and you’ll see that once you wake up, babe, I’m sure of it.” He leaned in again, lips barely brushing your crown, his eyes closing just long enough so he could enjoy the warmth of your flesh. The heat under your skin. One that he craved more then water, more then his own breath.

He’d tried to let you be awake for it all. Tried to fight for you to be one of the ones left unstuck, but they hadn’t trusted you enough, the others. Jeanine said you’d be a liability. Max said your loyalty didn’t run as deep as Eric thought it did.

You wouldn’t be happy once you came out of it, but he’d be there. Eric would be there, he’d make sure of it, so he could explain. So he could hold you – just like he was now – and speak the way he did only for you about how necessary it all was. Even if you didn’t understand he would make you… because if you didn’t…

... you had to.

He leaned away, sighing heavily, a noise half trapped in his throat as he let his hands slide down your face, the column of your throat, then back to his sides.

“Go on,” he muttered, taking a single step to the side to let you pass.

You did. Steady as all the rest. Eric sighed again as he turned to catch up with Max, his jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

He hated seeing you like that, though he’d never admit that to anyone.

He would have hated it more to see how your eyes fluttered once he was out of sight. How your breath hitched in your chest, your heart racing, beating against your ribs like a war drum. It would have broke his heart to see the tears that lined your lashes as you turned another corner, pausing just long enough to lean your shoulder against it and press your hand to your mouth to stifle the sob that tried to crawl its way free from between your teeth.

He would have hated to know that the serum didn’t work.

That you were the very thing they were trying to eradicate.

That you were Divergent .

[adam-scott]

DIVERGENT (2014) Theo James as 'Four' | dir. Neil Burger

[heliads]

Something More

Based on this request: "a jealous four. reader isnt oblivious and sees the way four looks and acts with her but she gets tired of him taking long to shoot his shot so she starts flirting with another dude to make him jealous"

request sourced freshly from wattpad

masterlist

Something in this room is driving you mad. You can feel the weight of it pinned directly between your shoulder blades like a knife, following you relentlessly no matter where you go. You can pace back and forth across the training room, you can traverse the whole of the Dauntless complex, but you still know it’s there, he’s there. Watching. Waiting. 

Four. 

It is not an aggressive stare, this, it does not make you afraid, far from it. Four is not a threat to you, nor, you think, he will ever be. He is simply looking, simply observing, but for some reason that act has the power to completely throw you off kilter. 

Maybe it’s because he is only ever looking at you like this. Yes, that must be it. Four is an instructor, he has the responsibility to watch everyone here to keep them from harming themselves or others, but something is different when he’s around you. Instead of passively observing, he’s well and truly looking at you, like he likes what he sees and wants to see more, too. 

You try to put it out of your mind. Four is not your concern here, or not so anything more than the fact that he’s one of your initiation instructors and you’re trying not to get dropped before you enter the faction properly. It’s not Four’s fault if you get distracted by his attention. It’s not Four’s fault if it only ever leaves you wanting something more. 

As time goes on, though, and that something more never comes, you start to chafe against the constant pressure of his attention even more than before. He treats you differently than the other initiates, but only slightly, only ever enough to make you dream of the possibility of something changing down the line. He’ll never give you more than the time of day, but from the way he won’t ever stop his constant affiliation with you, you can’t escape the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wants that something more just as much as you do. 

The end of Phase One of Dauntless initiation draws ever closer, and Four fails to act on anything he may or may not be feeling. You could be wrong, of course, he could mean nothing by his ever present attention, but you’re not willing to take the risk of letting a small something fade away and be forgotten once initiation is over. 

If Four will not do something, well, then, the burden of acting on these impulses falls to you. Tricking an initiation leader into revealing his hand won’t be the easiest task in the world, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. Four should know that, seeing as he’s so inclined to marking your every action. He should know that you would provoke him like this, and he should have seen it coming from quite far off indeed. 

You need one more person in your scheme to get under Four’s skin. You find your target with ease— Thomas, a dark haired boy also in your initiation class,  close enough to your rank that you won’t have to worry about keeping him close but just enough below that you’ll be able to drop him without needing to fear retaliation. Thomas is fast, smart, strong, all the things that would perhaps give someone like Four cause for concern. In short, he is perfect, and so the plan is laid. 

Next morning, you ask Thomas if he wants to spar together the next morning, just to practice. He nods readily; you’re one of the best people here, it’s why you thought Four started paying attention to you in the first place, up until the point when he stayed there in your corner even when you made mistakes. The two of you head to a fighting ring near the side of the training hall, and if you specifically chose the one right in Four’s line of vision, well, no one needs to notice that but the two of you.

You jump up and down, trying to get some blood back into your muscles. Across the ring, Thomas does the same. He grins at you, evidently proud that you’ve chosen him of all the other eligible fighters. “Hope you aren’t looking for a victory, Y/N, because I’m going to kick your ass.”

He’s grinning, though, so you smile back. “You wish. When we’re done, you’ll have more broken bones than everyone in the med wing combined.”

“Promise?” Thomas asks, laughing, and lunges for you. You roll just in time, hitting the ground right before him. 

Usually, this is the part where you get right back up again, ready to take him down for good. However, your primary motive for this little endeavor isn’t necessarily to win, just to get someone’s eyes on you. So, you stay down, grappling with Thomas so he has no choice but to pin you, up until the point where you escape out from under him and do the same.

Thomas raises a brow suggestively. “You know, I may have lost that round, but I’m kind of happy anyway.”

You grin. “Does that mean you’re fine with losing again? I’m sure my ranking and I won’t have any problems with that.”

Thomas opens his mouth to retort, but he’s cut off by the sound of an irritable shout. It’s Four, arms folded so tightly across his chest that he looks a few seconds away from breaking a rib. “Focus, initiates! You’re not here to talk.”

When you glance over at him, you can’t help but smirk at how furious he looks. Everything is going according to plan, then, he’s jealous, just as expected. He may be in charge of everyone here today, but damn if you can’t play him like any other. Looks like all that talk about so few fears and so much bravery doesn’t stand in the face of plain old envy.

In a great show of reluctance, you get off of Thomas, extending your hand to help him up. He takes it, knuckles lingering over yours for a few moments longer than necessary. You can just make out Four’s silhouette over Thomas’ shoulder, how every fiber in his body seems to radiate with barely controlled anger.

You can only push a ruse so far before it becomes too obvious, though, so you drop Thomas’ hand and get back into a fighting position. This time, you try a little harder to win, exchanging punches and kicks for a good period of time before ‘accidentally’ dropping your guard and letting Thomas tackle you around the middle. He’s obviously in the mood to play around too, and takes his time spinning you in the air before placing you carefully on the ground.

“You better watch yourself,” he says, breath uneven from the exertion of the fight, “I think I’m catching up to you.”

You look up at him, eyes half-lidded. Thomas’ dark hair falls around his face, given the impression of a halo by the light right behind his head. All of a sudden, though, he’s ripped away, and the blinding light falls onto your face to reveal a newcomer. You didn’t hear Four climb up onto the platform of the fighting ring, nor did you detect him coming so close until he pushed Thomas away from you.

Four’s face is a dark slate, devoid of any emotion except a sharp, cold fury. His voice is clipped when he speaks, and when he tells you to meet him outside, now, Thomas actually jumps out of his way. Thomas flashes you an apologetic look as you go, but you can’t find it within you to return it. After all, this isn’t a punishment, not for you. 

In fact, this is exactly what you wanted. A scene, a public show, some sign that Four would be willing to transgress his perfect picture of leadership to make his feelings known to you. You may have forced his hand more than a little, sure, but all’s well that ends well.

The door slams shut behind you, abandoning both you and Four to the dark emptiness of the hall outside the training room. All the other initiates are somewhere inside that cavernous chamber, running laps or practicing their form, and the other Dauntless are at their jobs. No one would see the two of you, then. No one would see what transpired here at all save you and him and the beating tension between the two of you.

Four’s face doesn’t lose its chill even when Thomas is out of sight. “Do you want to tell me what that was?”

You shrug as casually as you can. “I was sparring with a friend. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“Oh, really?” Four asks, “A friend? That’s what you call whatever that little display was?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him. It’s far more fun to play the innocence card as long as you can, it certainly doesn’t help Four’s temper.

Four scoffs. “Of course you do. You think I didn’t see how often you were looking at me? That whole time you were with him, purposefully going easy so he could keep his hands on you. You think I wanted to see that?”

“I don’t know,” you repeat, “You haven’t given me any reason to think otherwise. All you do is stand there and watch. Maybe one of us had to do something.”

“So that’s what this was?” Four asks, brows raised, “You wanted to do something? I’ll show you something.”

You’re expecting the kiss, you have been all morning, but that doesn’t stop the breath from leaving your lungs in one rapid rush when it finally happens. His hand is on the back of your neck, keeping you there, with him, in that moment. It feels like drowning, but the thought of living after this is such an inconceivable notion that you’d rather just let the waters claim you whole.

He breaks away eventually, unfortunately, and even in the shadows of the corridor with his face only bare millimeters away from yours you can still tell that he’s proud of himself, corners of his lips twisted up in victory. “Was it worth it?” He asks slowly.

You let out a half-laugh, a needy breath taking over the rest. “It was,” you decide.

“Good,” he tells you, and kisses you again, just so you can be sure. Perhaps jealousy has its merits after all.

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[skiiyoomin]

i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit

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Content: SMUT CONTENT, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

a/n possesive tobias makes me feralll, also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

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ღNeed | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.

"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.

"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"

The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.

Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"..Tobias?"

You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.

Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.

He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.

With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.

"Please Tobias, I need it"

You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.

"Need what baby? Use your words"

"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"

That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"

You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.

"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"

You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.

He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.

Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.

"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby"

With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.

When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"

He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"

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Fight To Kill

This is my first time writing for Divergent, but after rewatching the movies I just had to try and write something for Four/ Tobias Eaton.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Masterlist

Summary: Four helps (Y/n) train and keeps an eye on her as she fights to stay in Dauntless. But another initiate isn't happy that (Y/n) keeps besting him, and he takes matters into his own hands.

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"Are you okay?"

It was late. (Y/n) didn't think there would be many other people awake at such a late hour.

Dauntless were known for being reckless and free, they were seen as the outrageous type. The ones who enforced the rules but looked like they were ready to break them on a whim. When (Y/n) was younger, she thought the people of Dauntless were those who would never sleep, who would just keep running and running day in and day out.

It was strange to see that most of them slept well. Of course they did, they were up rising with the morning sun and didn't go to sleep until late into the night. Dauntless were always running, always fighting and training and getting ready to protect the city with their lives. They needed sleep.

(Y/n) guessed she would sleep once she was either a true fledged member of the faction, or when she was thrown out and made factionless. But for now, training seemed easier when she was alone.

When there was no one around to watch, no one nearby to snicker or ask what she was doing or to stand next to her and throw at the target with precision that (Y/n) hadn't mastered yet.

She could focus better when she was on her own. She didn't have to worry about other people seeing or rating her performance or worry about training against anyone else. All (Y/n) had to worry about was her training and her form and going and going until she got the technique right.

Deep breaths ragged past her lips as she looked over her shoulder and noticed only one person in the training room with her, which she thought was empty. Or at least, it had been empty for the last hour (Y/n) had been in here.

It was Tobias. He didn't look like he had gone to sleep or even like he was tired at all.

He was stood to one side, partially cast in the shadows like they were cloaks which adoned him. His hands were clasped together behind his back which puffed out his shoulders and made them strain. His head was tilted to one side and (Y/n) could see the beginning of his tattoo like claws groping at the sides of his neck.

Tobias had one brow arched up but his lips were cast in a very firm, straight line which gave him a very bored and blank expression.

(Y/n)'s hands twitched at her sides and she flexed her fingers as she looked over at Tobias. She wasn't sure what he was doing down here, but it was clear what she had been doing. The punching bag behind her was still swaying o the hook, proving her point.

"I'm fine." She nodded and clasped her hands behind her back in the same manner as him, but it didn't give off the same air of confidence as Tobias.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and he advanced towards her, walking out of the shadows.

"Pretty late to be sparring, don't you think?" Tobias let his eyes drag up and down (Y/n)'s frame before he looked towards the punching bag.

He could see from the sweat glistening on (Y/n)'s skin and sticking to her skin that she had been down here for a while when she should be back in the bunks with the rest of the iniatives getting some sleep. It showed determination, to risk losing sleep over trying to improve, Tobias would give her that.

"I don't wanna be factionless." (Y/n)'s lips quirked into a strange smile and she glanced her eyes down to drop the intense stare Tobias had started.

(Y/n) never knew how to act around Tobias. He was an instructor, he was one of the few instructors and he was the one no one wanted to be around, but (Y/n) couldn't see why. She understood why he was defensive, she knew the stakes and what it took to be un Dauntless and that was partly the reason why Tobias was so tense and cut off.

But at least he was realistic and helpful. He gave pointers, he trained properly and showed the initiates how to train without being rude or sarcastic or a plain idiot like Eric. All things considered, Tobias was great and (Y/n) was eager for any training he could show her if it would help her stay in the faction.

"You should get some sleep though."

The way (Y/n)'s smile changed and her head tilted back caused Tobias to raise a brow and step even closer to her. He was being truthful. Training might help, but wearing herself thin and being sleep deprived wasn't going to do her much good in staying in Dauntless.

"And what about you, why're you up this late?" It was all well and good Tobias giving her advice, but he was also here. He was awake too when everyone else was asleep.

The way he shrugged his shoulders gave off a very uninterested demanour that (Y/n) didn't quite believe. "Doing some checks. If you're going to train this late, do you at least want some help?"

(Y/n) couldn't quite find her voice, so she settled for nodding and turning around so her back was towards Tobias and her front was facing the punching bag once again. If Tobias was awake and willing to help her for a little while, (Y/n) wouldn't say no.

She wanted to stay in the faction, she wanted to prove herself to the faction and to her family that this is where she belonged. That she could do some good here.

And Dauntless seemed the safest group to be in when her results had shown her a divergent. Hiding out in the most firesome and outgoing group seemed safer than trying to dull herself down and blend in with the other factions. Being selfless and looking out only for others wasn't something (Y/n) could do every hour of the day. And working with facts was all well and good until she slipped up and people caught onto the different way she thought and how she adapted to fear.

This was where she could thrive and be without risk of being caught out and (Y/n) would do what she had to in order to stay in this faction.

"Take a step back, feet a bit further apart, see."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat when she felt Tobias standing so close behind her that his chest was almost merging up with her back. She could feel each slow, calculated breath he took and his breaths fanned against the shell of her ear with how he towered over her.

Her frame was stiff and tense but when Tobias moved his leg and kicked his foot against the inside of her legs, she let her steps move to the side. Planting her feet down on the floor again like glue, keeping her frame tense and steady.

When Tobias didn't say anything else, (Y/n) took that as initiative to start throwing punches and wait for Tobias's instructions.

It wasn't long before she felt his hands settle on her waist. His touch was tense but firm and the way his fingers settled in the grooves of her waist was almost like a perfect mould. A puzzle piece slotting into place. He squeezed her waist and tilted her back until she was straighter; (Y/n) hadn't even noticed she had been leaning forwards.

"Use your force, your strength. You don't have that much muscle, so put your weight into it."

His words weren't rude or a jibe, he was simply being truthful and Tobias liked that (Y/n) could see and understand that. Some of the other newbies always seemed insulted when he spoke about their weaknesses, but everyone had them.

If (Y/n) was going to hurt people and tackle an opponent, she needed to put her weight into her punches and give some force with it. That would help make up for the lack of muscles.

After a few minutes, (Y/n) went to send another punch into the bag, distinctly aware that Tobias still had his hands on her waist and his chest practically merged into her back. It was hard enough to spar like this without focusing too much on Tobias's presence and the want to lean back into him. But when his hand let go of her waist and reached out to clamp around her wrist, (Y/n)'s breathing momentarily stopped.

She swayed forward before regaining her balance and leaning back towards Tobias, accidentally letting her back nudge against his chest. He had caught her off guard by grabbing her before she threw a punch. She hadn't expected that and (Y/n) wasn't sure what Tobias's intention was or what lesson he was trying to teach by holding onto her and stopping her punches.

"I think you've done enough for tonight."

Tobias couldn't stop himself from gliding his thumb along (Y/n)'s wrist, but he still kept hold over her rather than dropping the limb. He pulled her wrist closer and hovered his chin down over her shoulder so he could see the extent of her hands.

Her knuckles had started to split. There were grazes in the skin and bruises forming over the knuckles that would be swollen come morning. She had done far too much training for one day. none of the initiates should be training until their knuckles were bruised and their skin was bleeding. That wasn't what Tobias and the other leaders were trying to teach them.

When he finally let go of her wrist, (Y/n)'s hand hovered near her chest and she looked down at her hand that had long since gone numb. She didn't know the skin had started to bleed. Maybe she had gone a bit too hard on training tonight, but it was necessary. (Y/n) needed to be in Dauntless, she needed to keep herself safe and within a group that could protect her.

Her fingers flexed and her knuckles popped, causing her to cringe and shivers to run through her blood.

"Come on."

(Y/n) wanted to protest, she wanted to say that she had more power in her and she needed to keep training. But when Tobias's hand curled around her shoulder and his other hand slid down her waist to find purchase on her hip, (Y/n) didn't have the willpower to argue.

She lowered her head and moved her hand to cross her arm over her chest and grip her other arm. It was harder and harder to keep walking normally when Tobias was right behind her and his chest was now pressing into her back with each step like he was trying to glue them together.

She wasn't even sure where Tobias was trying to guide her until they were in the empty kitchen.

"You're trying to find a midnight snack?"

The smile that quirked on (Y/n)'s lips made Tobias want to smile and he allowed his lips to curve ever so slightly when he looked down at her and huffed. He steered her into the empty kitchen and flicked the light on so they weren't walking around with the dim streaks of moonlight.

"Hm, no. I'm gonna find you some bandages before you go get some sleep." As fun as that sounded, Tobias wasn't in here to whip them up a snack. He wanted to find one of the first aid boxes they had lying around in here so he could patch (Y/n) up. Leaving her hands in that state wasn't a good idea when he knew she would be back to training in the morning and potentially make them worse again.

When his hands finally released from her body, he patted his hand on the counter. (Y/n) took the hint and climbed up onto the kitchen side, swinging her legs back and forth as she planted her palms down on her thighs and looked down at her hands.

It took her a moment to come out of her thoughts and she did well not to jump or react at all when Tobias was suddenly in front of her and banged down a first aid box beside her thigh.

She held her breath deep within her lungs when Tobias's tense, calloused hands carefully curled around her upper thighs and he slowly parted them so he could stand between her knees.

His brows quirked ever so slightly when (Y/n) tested the boundaries and squeezed her knees into his hips. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face showed he didn't particularly mind either.

"You shouldn't train like this. When you start to push too hard, switch to something else."

Shivers coursed up and down (Y/n)'s frame and her skin prickled with goosebumps when Tobias looked down to her hands and picked up her left hand first. His touch was oddly tender and he held her hand in his palm, hovering their hands near her chest so he could start dabbing antiseptic over the back of her knuckles, along the cuts and scrapes and the swollen bruises.

She murmured a quiet "Probably," under her breath because it seemed that Tobias was right most of the time. This being one of them.

(Y/n) couldn't help herself. She allowed her thumb to start gliding up and down the side of Tobias's hand. Over the few little scars dotted along his skin which she figured was from old scrapes. Most of Dauntless had cuts and scars and bruises on their hands and rough fingertips from years of grabbing onto surfaces and climbing walls and buildings. They were used to scrambling up to the train and jumping across bridges and gaps. cuts and bruises were a daily occurrence for them.

She stayed quiet when Tobias applied some cream to her hand but when he found a small roll of bandage and was about to start binding her hand, (Y/n) held onto his wrist to pause him.

His eyes darted up to hers, searching her pupils for any sign that he had gone too far or done something she didn't like. His lips parted slightly and (Y/n) found herself staring at how dark his lower lip was, like he bit it quite a lot.

"Have you noticed that… that you don't get bruises, in hallucinations or simulations? I know this is real."

For a second, Tobias was quiet. He mulled over her words, soaked them in and looked down at her hands which were blossoming with colours and bumps like blooming flowers in the moonlight. And he knew she was right.

It took Tobias another moment to think about why (Y/n) might have been in a simulation already, when she hadn't moved onto the second phase of training yet. But everyone had their test to see which faction they ended up in. And anyone could have nightmares or hallucinations for a number of reasons, especially if she had been given those type of drugs if she was ever in hospital.

Bruises would be a way (Y/n) would know when her simulation tests were over, presuming of course that she got into the second phase of Dauntless training. People could think they were getting hurt, they could feel pain and maybe get blood or scratches, but no bruises. No bumps, lumps, swelling, tender skin, none of that could be created in the serum. This was how (Y/n) would link herself back to reality.

"Actually, I hadn't thought of that. Does it worry you, going into the simulation?" Tobias let his eyes scour through (Y/n)'s, looking for any sign of worry or any hint that she might be what he thought she was. That she might be like him.

"I just want to know when I'm back in reality, I guess." It did worry (Y/n). Not to the point of backing out or melting into a puddle when it happened, but she was nervous. She wanted to come out of the simulations and come back to reality without fearing she was forever going to be trapped in that hallucination.

She slowly dropped her hand from Tobias's wrist and let her hand rest back on her thigh. Allowing him to continue his administrations binding a small roll of bandage around her knuckles and partway down her hand.

It was oddly soothing when Tobias did the same to her other hand, cleaning, applying cream and rolling a bandage around her knuckles. And it softened the dull sting in her knuckles that (Y/n) hadn't noticed until now.

She didn't want him to let go once he was done, and Tobias didn't seem to want to either because he kept holding her right hand while his other hand planted down on her thigh and didn't seem to move. He stared down at her thighs like there was something really interesting in the jeans she was wearing and (Y/n) took the time to look him up and down again.

He wasn't wearing his signature leather jacket, just a cotton shirt and pair of jeans.

His shoulders looked tense with how he was hunched over her and she could see a little more of his tattoo with the way he had his head hung down like he was about to lay his head on her thighs and go to sleep.

She heard his gritty voice which sounded a lot softer than normal when he mumbled "You'll do fine."

But when Tobias lifted his head, their eyes barely interlocked before (Y/n) took a chance. Dauntless was all about taking risks and chances and if (Y/n) didn't take this chance now that it was here, she would never get this kind of chance again.

Her newly bandaged hands settled on Tobias's shoulders and she leaned closer until she was at risk of falling off the counter. She could feel the back of her thighs burning on the edge of the counter and she pushed a little of her weight onto Tobias's shoulders to stabilise herself.

Her eyes closed and her lips planted down on his before she lost the courage to try and take this chance. She could feel her chest tightening and tensing up, fearing him pushing her back or ripping away with force. She waited for him to do something rash or hurtful and yell at her never to do that again and that she shouldn't have that kind of thing on her mind.

The response she had been silently praying for was the one she got.

The feeling of Tobias's hands clamping down on her waist with a sudden urgency that sparked something within them both. His fingertips dug into her flesh like he was trying to leave his own bruises, his own imprint on her and he pulled until (Y/n)'s thighs were glued against his hips and their chests bashed together harshly.

Tobias was the only thing stopping (Y/n) from falling, he was holding her up and gripping her so tight yet the feeling made (Y/n) feel like she was floating on air.

Her hands slid up from his shoulders to cradle his neck that seemed to loosen and lose all the tension he usually held when he walked about Dauntless like the leader he was.

Tobias could feel his walls breaking down the longer he leaned into (Y/n) and kissed her like his life depended on it. He scraped his teeth along her lower lip and stole the air from her lungs and pulled her until their chests were glued together and it felt like he couldn't take one breath without moving (Y/n). Just the way he wanted it.

He was an instructor. It wasn't exactly within the rules to go around kissing and getting together with the newbies. Especially when none of them had passed the second phase yet. Tobias was meant to teach and guide them, not fall for one of them.

But (Y/n) was different, and now that she'd kissed him, Tobias wasn't going to be able to hold himself back when he was around her.

This is what he wanted. What they both wanted.

***

Deep breaths raged past (Y/n)'s lips and her chest began to heave and tense as she tried to gain back the air that she had lost. Her hands moved to her hips for a few moments and her fingers punctured into her waist as she lowered her head down, but it didn't help.

Training had taken the wind out of her and sparring with Christina had drained (Y/n)'s energy and stolen the air from her lungs. But seeing Eric watching them all and rubbing his hands together in that familiar motion only made (Y/n) feel worse.

Adrenaline sparked through her stomach and bundled up towards her chest that was already setting alight when she heard Eric's voice boom throughout the training room.

"Alright, gather round."

None of them needed to think or ask to know what was about to happen. They were going to be training against each other. The scoreboard was blaring out in the background, with all their names written across, showing who was flying high at the top and who was down in the red.

These fights were going to earn or lose them points, this was going to count against them getting into Dauntless or being factionless.

(Y/n)'s name was in the white, it was barely above the red line that would send her factionless, but if she lost points now she could always slide back into the red group. She could always lose, always be one name away from failing.

"You all know the rules. Fight until you drop, no calling quits."

Yes, they did all understand the rules which were as basic as they were brutal. Fight in the ring, no getting out, no tapping out or declining or backing down. They couldn't give in, they would fight until they were knocked out or physically couldn't stand back up without assistance. Losing would knock them down two to three points, depending on how long they stayed in the ring and how good they were at defending until they dropped.

(Y/n) lifted her head and kept her hands on her hips as she watched Eric call out the first two to fight.

Two girls, Danielle and Harper. (Y/n) knew who she was betting on. Danielle was small and hardly fierce, she could barely climb a rope. No one was betting on her to make it through the first phase. And Harper was stocky and knew how to duck and fight dirty, she would make quick work of this fight. They all knew that.

She didn't bother watching the fight. There was no need when she knew who would win and that it wouldn't take long.

(Y/n) took to glancing around the training room, wondering if she could spot a certain instructor anywhere.

It was getting harder and harder to look at Tobias, let alone be around him when it meant fighting off the urge to wrap her arms around him or lean into him or simply slide her hand into his. (Y/n) wanted to be as close to Tobias as possible, but she couldn't. Not when other people were around. Late night training sessions and stolen touches in corridors was as much as she could get until the first phase was over.

Neither of them wanted to take the risk of anyone finding out in case they thought Tobias was somehow moving (Y/n) up the scoreboard. And if Eric found out, he would have a field day with this news. He would make things harder for (Y/n), he would try and get her cast out. It wasn't worth the risk of getting caught, not yet.

(Y/n) spotted Tobias after a few seconds of scouting around. He was across the far corner, idling around like he hadn't really being doing much before Eric called the fight to a start. He didn't look like he had been training or exercising, he had probably only just walked into the training room.

He was wearing his signature leather jacket with both hands clasped behind his back and his head angled to one side. He didn't look very amused, but that was how Tobias usually came across.

(Y/n) looked down before she dared catch his eye and she tried her best to gain her breath back, not bothering to look up when the fight ended.

Her weight shifted from foot to foot and she let her eyes dance across the floor, looking for something to focus her attention on. But her eyes snapped up when her name was called.

"(Y/n) and… Archer."

Oh no.

(Y/n) would rather fight anyone else but him, she would rather get in the ring with Tobias and take her chances. But not Archer.

He hated (Y/n). Archer wasn't doing so good on the scoreboard, he was down in the red and he couldn't seem to find his way up. (Y/n) had gone from being two numbers behind Archer to being up in the clear, she had fought her way up and she had beaten Archer in target practise and in the shooting contest too.

They all knew that if Archer somehow beat (Y/n) in this fight, it would knock her down the scoreboard and it would put him up towards the twenties. He would have a chance of getting out of the red if he won this fight. And he would do anything to win.

(Y/n) shook her hands out at her sides in a vain attempt to rid the pins and needles from her skin while she walked away from Christina and aimed towards the fighting matt in the centre of the room.

Her eyes scanned the room looking for Archer when she couldn't see him, and she noticed Eric was looking for him too.

Eric knew the pair didn't get along. He and Tobias had walked past when Archer tried to pin (Y/n) to the wall and demand to know how she got up the scoreboard so fast. It had been Tobias who grabbed him and told him to disappear before Tobias took a few more points off him.

This was a test. This was Eric's way of seeing if (Y/n) could handle herself and see if she was good enough to hold her place on the scoreboard. And he clearly wanted Archer to cause some friction, there was no other reason to pit the pair of them against each other.

"Archer. Now." The way Eric started to tap his boot against the floor implied he was getting impatient, and no one wanted to be on his bad side.

They all looked towards Archer, who (Y/n) realised couldn't have been watching the first fight because he was turned away from them. He was stood at the targets, throwing knives at the targets at the far end. He wasn't very good, three out of his Tobias throws had only hit the arms and missed the vital parts of the target body.

Everyone heard the knives rattle on the table when Archer kicked it before he turned around and stormed towards the ring.

Worry bubbled away in the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach and when she looked to the right, she noticed Tobias had taken five steps closer to the ring. He was still stood on the outskirts, but he was close enough to see what would go down.

He looked angry.

His arms were tensing and bulging against his leather jacket. Both arms were crossed over his chest with his hands gripping his elbows and his forearms were pinning into his chest until he could barely breathe. His nose was crinkled and his upper lip was curled like he was about to snarl. (Y/n) could barely see his eyes with how dark and hooded they were.

"Alright, no bowing down in defeat, no backing out of the ring. Go."

Glancing her eyes down, (Y/n) looked down at her hands. The cuts and bruises had only just healed and faded, and now they were going to be split open again. Maybe Tobias would bind them again once this was all over.

Her hands curled into tight fists and she raised her left elbow out in front of her for defence, planting her feet apart as she tried to straighten her back and hold herself steady.

Archer seemed to be taking his time. He bent down to tighten the laces on his boots and cracked his neck from side to side before he got into his stance.

(Y/n) made the first move. Eric had already yelled go and Archer was taking his sweet time, so before he had his balance centred, (Y/n) rammed her fist into his side and kicked his leg to set him off course. He stumbled back, doing well to stop from falling out the ring and remain on his feet.

He looked angry, but he had been the one taking his sweet time.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and angled her head to one side, raising a brow as if to egg Archer on.

She heard him spit "Bitch," at her under his breath before he lunged. He got a few good hits to her chest and the side of her neck, but (Y/n) blocked any punch aiming for her face.

When Archer tackled her down with an arm pinned to her throat and his weight forcing her onto her back, (Y/n) rammed her knee up into his stomach. She pushed all of her weight up and flipped him off her onto his back, freeing herself so she could scramble up to her feet.

Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Tobias nod towards her. It was almost invisible, but it was enough to spur (Y/n) on and show her she was doing something right.

The next few moments passed in a blurr. Archer kept forcing her towards the edge of the ring, knowing if she stepped off the matt she would lose a point. He may not have had the best aim, but he did have some force in his punches. (Y/n) knew her ribs would be bruised when this was over.

She tried to duck his punches and hit him with a few of her own, but it felt like they were dancing around the ring rather than fighting. And apparently that was how it looked to everyone else too.

"Stop teasing."

A round of gasps elicited from everyone around the ring when (Y/n) smashed her forehead into Archer's nose the moment Eric's words flooded the air.

A sinister crack echoed around them before Archer howled and stumbled back, cradling his nose which was undoubtedly broken. (Y/n) could feel her mind cutting out and her head thundered as all the blood pooled in her temple and made her feel like she was going to pass out.

Maybe it hadn't been the best move as it disorientated her, but Archer was too busy cradling his bloodied nose to bother hitting her while she was phased.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) tried to clear her vision and she blundered forward, forgetting about her form and stance as she rammed her arm into Archer's throat to knock the air out of his system. The force sent him backwards and (Y/n) ducked and lunged, tackling him down before she scrambled to move.

The punch to his throat had already winded him and the blood trickling down the back of his throat was making him cough. But Archer wasn't giving up, especially not when Eric had moved closer to the ring and was leering over them both with a sinister smile that proved how much he was enjoying this.

(Y/n) wished he would have given in. She wished Archer would have choked or passed out so this would be done and they could leave.

Archer managed to wriggle across the matt away from her on his back like a worm, still coughing and spluttering and (Y/n) wanted to scream and tell him to give in. But she knew he wouldn't. He would be committing suicide if he gave in and if he lost this match he was going to be that much closer to being factionless. He wasn't giving in.

He tried to grab (Y/n) by the ankle but she let him drag her closer so she could lift her other leg and kick him in the chest.

It gave her the time to scramble back to her feet again, but by the time she turned around, Archer was there.

Something had changed in his expression.

He could barely hold himself up, he was wavering back and forth like a leaf in the breeze. Blood coating his lips and chin, nose clearly broken and swelling and he was trembling all over. He looked one second away from passing out and giving in, but the look in his eyes was frightening.

He grabbed her by the throat. (Y/n) wasn't expecting it and she tried to grab his wrist while her other hand smashed into the side of his face to get him to relent. Strangling wasn't a good fighting technique, they were supposed to be using their fists and their skills, not resorting to this.

Every one of (Y/n)'s senses seemed to switch off and turn black when Archer rammed his fist up into her armpit. The force was enough to make her body jerk and make her feel like she was splitting apart, but it shouldn't have knocked her so off kilter like it did.

The pain was blinding and (Y/n) realised her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything but black and white spots where Archer should have been leering over her.

Another punch in the same spot had (Y/n)'s chest caving in and her lungs seemed to shrivel up and pop. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't do anything.

Her body tumbled down and she landed with a thud on her back that made her jerk and shiver against the matt, but she couldn't do anything.

It must have been clear to everyone around her that she had passed out or in the very least, blacked out. Because when Archer went to grab her throat again, Eric's hand found his shoulder and he wrenched the younger boy off the matt entirely and threw him a few paces back.

"She's down, you won. This is training, you don't need to fight to kill in here." There was something in Eric's expression that was like a warning to Archer.

Eric didn't know why (Y/n) had gone down as fast and swiftly as she did, nor why she couldn't recover from a few tender punches like that. But either way, she was down and she had been beaten. Archer didn't need to go any further and do any serious damage, that wasn't the point and Eric wouldn't let him go that far.

Everything seemed to come back into focus in spates. (Y/n) realised she could hear someone trying to say her name, and then she felt a hand curling around her wrist and giving it a shake. Then the spots cleared in front of her eyes and she found the will to move from somewhere deep within.

But moving made her body feel like she was sparking and setting herself on fire and a deep cough rumbled past her lips as her lungs stuttered and tried to restart themselves.

"Jesus (Y/n), you okay?"

"Get off." (Y/n) didn't know who it was reaching for her, but she didn't want their help. Archer had played dirty, and she didn't want help from anyone.

Her body stumble to the right when she was finally on her feet which fumbled and kept bending and caving beneath her, sending her from left to right like she was drunk. Her right arm pinned tightly to her chest but she grimaced when she realised her arm felt numb and her fingertips were tingling.

He must have really hit a nerve when he punched her.

(Y/n) took as deep a breath as she could, bowed her head down and tried to walk. She stumbled away from the other initiates who were hovering by, some giving her sympathetic looks, some muttering that she did good when she knew she didn't. Not really.

Static built up in her ears like she was listening to the white noise on a tv at full blast, and it made her wince and turn her head from left to right.

Both Tobias's hands clenched into fists at his sides as his eyes narrowed in on (Y/n). A deep frown set into his features and when she got close, he stepped to the side so he was stood in her path when he feared she was going to try and walk straight past him.

He reached his hands out and clamped them down on (Y/n)'s arms, frowning even deeper when she winced and tried to coil in on herself.

She wouldn't look him in the eye. Her head was angled down and her eyes were focusing on his chin, if indeed she was even seeing him properly with how spaced out she seemed at the moment. Tobias couldn't stop his grip from tightening on (Y/n)'s arms when she seemed to sway from side to side and still wouldn't look at him.

"What was that?" Concern dripped from his otherwise stern tone, but he gained no answer. "What happened?"

He wasn't stupid. (Y/n) should have won that fight, it was clear to everyone and Tobias knew it too. He knew that (Y/n) had Archer back there, she should have been able to best him, but something had gone on to make him phase her so badly.

"Four…?"

Confusion dripped from (Y/n)'s voice when she finally lifted her gaze just enough to lock her eyes onto Tobias. There was a hazy look in her eyes that made him worried, despite the few looks they were starting to receive.

"What's wrong? (Y/n), look at me."

Shock tore through (Y/n) when Tobias moved his hands to cup her face and tilt her head back so she was properly looking up at him instead of staring up through her lashes. The movement of her head made (Y/n)'s sense of balance distort and become lost.

Her head felt so dizzy that when she stumbled, she just followed her head's sense of direction. Her head went back and her knees caved in, sending her down like a tumbling building.

"Woah, woah, hey-" Words tumbled past Tobias's lips as his hands dropped from her face to loop around her waist instead, catching (Y/n) before she hit the stone floor and caused herself another injury.

Worry plastered across his face and his knees ached when they hit the floor as he sank down, pulling (Y/n) with him so he didn't have to stand and try to grapple to keep her upright. He didn't like the way her eyes rolled around, unable to find something to focus on, or how she had suddenly gone very limp in his hold.

"(Y/n), you have to talk to me. What's wrong?" One hand moved to cradle the side of her face, smoothing his thumb across her cheek to try and gain some kind of look or word or any indication as to what was wrong. He couldn't just sit and guess what the problem was, she had to tell him what was happening and if she was suddenly hurt.

A few initiates began to gather round, but Tobias paid them no mind. He focused on the girl in his arms who was one breath away from passing out. He trailed his hand from her cheek, down her neck to her chest, feeling for any swelling and looking for marks or abrasions that she would have gotten from the fight with Archer. Something must have happened, she must have gotten hurt.

But as Tobias moved his hand, his frown deepened and he felt like he couldn't catch a proper breath when hi fingertips grazed along her side near her right arm.

His body shook when he pulled his hand away.

Blood.

Confusion and panic tore through Tobias as he stared at the substance coating his fingers like tainted water. Why was she bleeding? She had been punched and kicked and grabbed by the throat during the fight, she hadn't been cut or bludgeoned with anything.

"What the… no, oh Jesus." Without thinking twice, Tobias scrunched his hand up in the bottom of (Y/n)'s shirt and wrenched it up until the collar was scrunched around her neck near her collar bone. He stretched the material as much as he could and gently pulled (Y/n)'s right arm until it was spread out at her side like a birds wing.

There was a cut. A small, thin cut beneath her arm right in the crease and if it weren't bleeding so much, Tobias might not have noticed it.

That was where Archer had punched her. He had sucker punched her under her arm two or three times. He had a weapon when he hit her. He's stabbed her to win the fight. He was that afraid of losing points and being cast out that he had resorted to hurting her.

Did he truly think he could get away with that? That no one would notice what he had done or that (Y/n) had been hurt?

"Gettin' frisky?" The smirk on Eric's face loosened into a frown when he walked towards Tobias and noticed the grave expression on his face.

"Archer!" Everyone gathering round was taken back by Tobias's shrill voice and they all switched between looking at Tobias to looking at Archer. Who was slowly stepping back like he was aiming for the door.

A dark look crossed Tobias's eyes as he looked up at Eric with malice written across his face. "He had a weapon!" His words were breathless and his chest rose and fell as if he had been the one fighting in the ring.

He didn't need to look to see that Eric was now storming towards the initiate who was trying to stumble towards the doors. He had been caught out and Eric wouldn't let something like this go lightly, even if he didn't particularly care about (Y/n) in the way that Tobias did. She was still one of them and she had been hurt.

"Okay, okay (Y/n) come here."

Something between a whimper and a groan left (Y/n)'s lips when her right arm was pressed back into her side, squashing the wound beneath her arm to try and stem the bleeding.

The wound couldn't have been too deep, Tobias knew that. The knives they used for target practice weren't extremely sharp, they had no need to be sharp when they were only aiming at targets, not intending to hurt people. But that didn't mean that (Y/n) didn't have a bad wound, and they needed to stop the bleeding before it got out of hand.

Tears drenched down (Y/n)'s face and she couldn't get her vision into focus, but she could just about feel and sense what was going on around her. She could feel Tobias holding her left arm- her good arm- which he draped around the back of his neck before he stood up.

She could feel his hand gripping the back of her thigh as he lifted her up onto his shoulder and she could feel the deep breaths he took as he began jogging towards the med area.

"It's okay, you're gonna be fine. I've got you." Tobias prayed his words were true as he felt (Y/n)'s face smothering against the centre of his back.

She would be okay, but the same couldn't be said for Archer.

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Tobias Eaton (Four) x Fem! Dauntless Born! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, fluff

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You and Four had been together since he chose Dauntless, especially because you were one of the Dauntless born pulled into training. You both had never put a label on your relationship because it never seemed right, but everyone knew that you both were a couple, except the newest tributes you both were training, no matter how obvious you both made it. It seems you both have to make it a little more obvious.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - so sorry I was writing this during a final and it might suck I’m sorry 😭 || cursing || unprotected sex || creampie || oral || fingering

You were used to wandering eyes, you really were, your partner was literally the hottest man in Dauntless. It didn’t really matter about wandering eyes though when they knew you both were together, label or not, but it seemed to be difficult to get through the mind of one of the new initiates.

You weren’t born Abnegation like either of them, you were a bitch and you made sure everyone knew it. You were a lovable bitch though, that’s why you were being fucked every night by the hottest man in all of the factions.

It passed through your mind to just show her, get Four to tell her something is going on in a certain area just to pull him there to fuck you. You passed it through Tori just to make sure, and she said no though, so you decided not to go through with it.

Maybe that’s why you were watching Four fix Tris’ position because she wouldn’t stick with it when Eric did it. It made your skin crawl, staring at the two of them. Maybe it did feel right that he was with someone from his home faction, didn’t he like selfless people? You were selfless in your own way, right? He knew that.

“Hey, you okay?” Uriah asks you, a smile quickly making its way to your face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, thank you. I’m going to go see how some of the kids are doing, you mind telling Four?” You start collecting your stuff, inhaling deeply as Uriah follows you.

“He’s coming over here.”

You shoot up as Four stands in front of you, his brow raised. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to go do my time at the school,” you say, smiling slightly. “I just… haven’t seen King in a while.”

Four sighs. “Well… I can go with you in a minute, okay? King likes me, right?”

You laugh, slowly lifting your arms to wrap your arms around his neck before pausing. Public displays of affection were never really your thing, but you really wanted to.

Four saw you pause, leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist as you smiled and wrapped yours around his neck. “Everyone likes you, Four,” you teased, giggling. “But I love you.”

He smiles back, leaning down for a soft kiss as you tugged on his hair. “I love you too.”

You pulled his hands closer to your form, pulling his face into your neck as you looked over his shoulder just enough to wink at Tris before pulling away. “Let’s go see King.”

He nods, letting you lead him out of the training area and to the school. Dauntless didn’t teach like Erudite did, but they made sure that the children of the faction learned things needed to survive in the faction. King was a child of two Dauntless soldiers who had died exploring beyond the wall, and as a result, you both took him in sort of like your own.

Seeing you with a child really made Four want to give you a child, especially with how good you were with kids, but it never really seemed to be the right time.

That was until he saw you twirling another boy in your eyes, King cleaning one of Four’s guns while the older man oiled up one of the other ones. The younger boy was named Chris, someone whose parents got caught up in a mission and you both took him home just for a while.

“She looks good with a baby, right?” King asks, smiling. “Y/N was always good with kids. She was good with me,” he mumbles now, smiling. “I’m doing well in my training. She said that.”

“You are,” Four said with a smile. “You’re doing really well. Ranked third, kid, you’re doing good,” he leaned forward and ruffled his hair with a laugh. “Want you to get that first spot, though.”

King grins. “I will.”

Someone knocks making you fix Chris on your hip, quickly walking toward the door as Four stands. “Stay there,” he orders to King as you open the door, raising a brow when you see Tris. “Who is it?”

“Uhm… can I help you?”

She inhaled. “I just… I’m here to see Four.”

“Four, honey!” You yell out, the tall man coming behind you and settling a hand on your hip. “One of the trainees wants to speak with you.”

Four raised a brow. “Everything alright?”

Oh, the Abnegation was coming out.

“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine-”

“Perfect,” Four smiles, taking Chris from your arms and setting him on the ground. “King, come here!”

The older boy quickly walks over, standing just like Four. “Yeah?”

“Why don’t you take Chris down to eat? Tris will join you both,” Four says making King’s nose scrunch. “What?”

“Don’t forget I sleep here too.” King takes Chris’ hand, looking back just a bit. “Don’t forget I have a bed! That’s my bed!”

“Bye, King!” You laughed as Four grinned, closing the door as his other hand held your waist.

You couldn’t stop smiling, giggling as you stared up at him. “You did that, didn’t you?”

His smile grows, just a bit. “Yeah, I did. Uriah kind of… hinted it to me.”

You hummed. “Good, because I would've done something worse,” you said, slowly stepping back and pushing your hands into his tight black shirt. “I was this close.”

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” He asked, smiling as the back of your knees bumps against the bed. His rough hands slip under your shirt, rubbing against your back as though he could feel the black ink you had gotten tattooed.

“Was gonna make her catch us fucking in the corridor,” you giggled as Four slipped off your shirt, humming as he leaned down. “Who said we always have to fuck on the bed? You like that idea?”

He nodded into your shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses to your skin as you started to lean back, his hands securely catching you before you could fall back fully. Carefully, he sets you down, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck down your chest. “I fucking love that idea,” he mumbled, his hand slowly rubbing circles against your thigh. “You want to go do that now?”

It was a tempting offer, but you shake your head. “No,” you say, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “You already got me here. Why move?”

He smiled even wider, leaning down as his hands moved to your hips to slowly tug at the tactile pants you wore. “I was thinking,” he whispers as you pull him down to press kisses to his neck. You could see the black peeking out from his shirt, pulling it off of him easily as he pulled away just to slip it off before pulling off your own. “You looked good with Chris on your hip.”

You paused, looking up at him. “You think so?”

He nodded, his hands tugging at your sports bra as your hands dragged down his back. He kneels over your body, pressing kisses down your neck to your chest. “I know so. You’re a natural with kids, angel, you’re fucking perfect.”

The slight husk in his voice made a shiver run up your back, your stomach twisting and heat flooding into your underwear as he lets his hot mouth suck at your lower stomach. “D-Does that mean something?”

He smiled, looking up at you. “Did I just get a Dauntless-born to stutter?”

You blushed madly, looking away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Four.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before he slowly starts to pull your underwear off, his fingers dancing along your thighs as you squirmed, gasping as he pressed a firm kiss to your clit. It makes you squirm, his fingers replacing his lips as he kisses lower and lower.

“F-Fuck,” you whimper as the tip of his fingers slowly prod against your cunt, his mouth sucking and licking around his fingers as your hands push into his hair. “F-Four, you’re being too nice.”

He laughs, pulling away just for a minute as he slowly pushes a thick finger into you, watching as your hips buck into the air and your back arches. “Maybe it’s the Abnegation?”

You shook your head, reaching a hand down to push his fingers deeper into your pussy. It makes you whine, a gasp coming from your lips as he pulls them out just for a second to add another finger. “Abnegation is selfless, my darling, maybe it’s the Amity? J-Just, don’t stop.”

He laughs, popping a kiss to your cunt before pushing his fingers deeper into you, watching as you squirmed. Moans fall from your lips as he pressed firm circles against your clit, the sensitive bud making you whine loudly, hips bucking.

His fingers curl inside of you, pushing his tongue into you with his fingers as you tug on his hair and your other hand finds his cheek.

You felt your stomach twisting, hips bucking uncontrollably as you attempted to ride his fingers. You gasped as his fingers curled inside of you, attempting to find that one soft spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. It didn’t take him long to find, especially because he’s memorized your body over the years and he groaned as you clenched around him.

“Come on honey, cum for me. Want to watch you cum.”

Your eyes rolled back, whimpering as he pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you to watch your pussy flutter. Your stomach twists, loud groaning falling from your lips as your stomach twists. Your hips buck, eyes rolling back as he sucked on your cunt, swallowing loudly as he pulled out his fingers.

He pulled away, sitting up as he pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his cock, hissing as you raised your legs to wrap around his waist. He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, eyes rolling back as he leaned down to hold himself up with his elbows, pulling you in for a kiss. “Fucking hell, I want to see you with my kids so bad,” he groaned, gasping as you pulled him down for a kiss. “Want to see you pregnant over and over again.”

You whined, his hips moving quickly as the bed pounded into the wall, your nails dragging down his back. His cock rammed into your pussy, strong thrusts making your eyes roll back as he pressed his lips to your neck. “You want that honey? Want to be fucked, round and full with my kids?”

You nodded, whining loudly. “Yes! Yes, I do!”

He grunts loudly, slamming into you just to feel your pussy clench along his entire shaft, a broken moan leaving his lips as you cum again around him. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, fuck! Four!” You yelled out as he reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, rutting his hips just a few more times as he came inside you for the first time without protection.

It was an odd feeling, but filling as he groaned loudly, your cunt continued to clench around him to milk him of everything he had. It was warm, and if you could feel sticky-ness inside of you, it would be this. You whimper as he starts to pull out, trying to reach forward to pull him back in before he grabs your legs, pushing them back so your knees were on your shoulders.

“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you? Gotta make sure this sticks.”

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Hate This - Eric Coulter

Eric x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 361

Summary: Eric has to tell Y/n some news she’s gonna hate.

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“I love you.” Eric said wrapping his arms around her waist.

“What’d you do?” Y/n raised a brow at him in question. It wasn’t normal for him to just come home and say those 3 words. Those words he normally said in more intimate settings.

“I”

When that was all he could get out Y/n turned around to face him with narrowed eyes. “What are you planning?”

“I’m sorry.” Eric apologized in advance and the fact that he was apologizing in advance made Y/n nervous for what he had to say.

“How upset am I gonna be?” She asked him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Eric grimanced at her question as he pulled her to sit on the couch. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down on his lap.

Eric maneuvered her to have one leg on each side of his waist.

“More than I’d like to see.” He said with a disappointed tone. He hated seeing her upset and Eric knew this was going to make her upset.

So with that Eric explained everything that Erudite was planning and how Dauntless was involved. What was going to happen. Everything.

Once he finished Eric waited with bated breath for her reaction, rubbing his thumbs into her hips under her shirt. Hoping to calm her worries.

“Why are you apart of this?” Y/n asked with a quiet hurt tone of voice.

“Y/n-”

“Why? How can you know about this and participate?” Y/n looked at him urgently with a slightly scared look in her eyes that broke his heart.

“I don’t have a choice. And if I said no then I wouldn’t know every detail. That would make it harder to protect you.” Eric moved her hair back and cupped the back of her neck with his right hand.

Eric knew she was divergent and the only way to protect her was to be at the center of it all.

“I hate this.” Y/n stated leaning her head down and rested it on his chest.

Eric wrapped his arms around her pulling her tightly against him, resting his chin on her head. “I know.”

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