#when transfering these to digital I had to raise Ratti's head a little in the Grabbie Hand one. it was too low before!

[hamsterrodent]

I drew Rattino, but in Peppino's various in-game sprites

And individual images:

(Man, looking at Peppino's sprites made me realize that in most of them, he's either shocked, displeased, or angry)

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One Pure Thought

a/n: a new story cus i like starting them more than finishing lol please tell me what you think and if you want me to carry on with this, I'm not entirely sold on if i should continue. If you enjoy it please say.

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warnings: just smut 

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 3,230

"The date was a bust," Eric shouted as he barged into his friend's apartment, expecting to find Goya sitting in front of the TV. Instead, his eyes landed on Goya's roommate and younger sister, Geiger.

"Goya's out. It's just me," she replied turning her head to look at him over the back of the couch. She had the night off and had been drinking alone, watching cartoons in the ratty, oversized shirt she slept in. Twisting around, she rested her elbow over the edge as she sat sideways on the cushion, "What's up?" In the few months since finishing initiation and moving into the apartment, Geiger quickly came to realize how common it was for her older sibling's best friend to just barge through the front door.

"Shit date," Eric grumbled as he stomped over and flopped down on the sofa next to her before kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he crossed his arms. The young Dauntless leader first met Goya during initiation; the two bonded quickly and it wasn't much later that he met Geiger.

"What was wrong with the girl this time?" she teased, taking a drink from the beer bottle while Eric glared out the corner of his eye.

"She was an idiot," he huffed, exhaling through his nose. "She didn't know the word ubiquitous."

Making an exaggerated expression, she nodded in agreement. "Sounds like an idiot." Finishing her drink, Geiger rose from her seat and shuffled to the fridge, grabbing two cold bottles. After popping off the caps, she returned and handed one to Eric.

When she was still a dependant, Eric thought Geiger a nuisance. She was just Goya's little sister who lacked any friends of her own. She would follow them around, tagging along wherever they went and pouting when they told her to get lost or she couldn't join them in the pit after her curfew.

It wasn't long after finishing her own initiation and becoming a full member that Geiger was slowly accepted into their group of friends and Eric found he didn't mind her company. Though the two siblings looked nothing alike, Goya and Geiger were very similar in personality and very easy to talk to, which Eric liked.

"So you're still pissed about breaking up with Kat?" Geiger questioned as she got comfy.

"We didn't break up, we weren't dating. She just decided to marry her boyfriend." Eric rolled his eyes as he finally turned his head to look at her. "All I want is to get my dick wet but the girls in this compound are all the same. Once they open their mouths I can feel my balls retract inside me."

"That was... descriptive," Geiger replied after taking a moment to think of the right word. Raising her eyebrows, she fiddled with her bottle, "but I feel you."

"Fuck off, aren't you sleeping with that Amity transfer?" he scoffed before he took a sip of beer.

"Yeah, that doesn't mean I'm getting off," she frowned before looking at the TV. "I like him and everything, but he's all soft and slow. I hate it. I just want him to pin me down and slap me, but when I ask him to he says he could never strike me in this willowy voice and I go dry in a second."

"Hippies can't fuck. They don't know how. It's not in them," Eric stated as he watched the screen. Smirking and influenced by the alcohol, Geiger found herself with a wicked idea.

"Do you know how to fuck?" she asked, pulling her legs closer.

"Of course," he retorted, focusing on keeping his eyes forward.

"Then fuck me."

Eric didn't reply, he just gave her an incredulous look.

"Please?" Shifting closer she grabbed his empty hand from where it'd been resting on his chest. Her breath danced across his cheek as she whined in his ear, "I want you to hold me down by my throat and fuck me until I can't walk." Her words sent a shiver down his spine as his pants rapidly grew uncomfortable. Lifting his palm, she wrapped his fingers around her neck. There was a pulse between her legs at the feeling of his large hand engulfing the column of her throat.

Eric's fingers twitched, tensing slightly as he shifted to sit up, moving towards her. One of Geiger's hands dropped from his forearm to brace behind her while he pressed forward. "You don't know what you're asking for," he growled as he tightened his grip.

"Then show me," she said in a breathy voice before biting her lip. Without hesitation, Eric jerked her forward, crashing his lips into hers as he flattened her body against the couch cushions. She wiggled as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, freeing her legs from underneath her to wrap around him.

Reaching under his arms she clawed at his ribs, gathering his shirt up his spine. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Eric grabbed the back his shirt and pulled it over his head in a single, fluid movement before wrapping his fingers around her collar. Geiger could hear the material tear as he jerked his arms apart.

Dropping his head forward, he took one of her nipples between his lips and bit at the pebbled flesh. She wiggled underneath him and moaned as he squeezed her other breast.

"Please, Eric," she begged while he traveled up to her throat, leaving a trail of bites along her skin. "I'm so wet," Geiger stated, pushing the soaked crotch of her underwear against him.

"You really want my cock?" he questioned, humming against her skin as her nails dragged across the back of his scalp. He slid a hand between her legs, massaging her folds through the damp fabric.

"Yes, I want it," she panted trying to push her center harder against his digits. "I want your cock inside me right now."

"Get on your knees," he ordered as he pulled away, sitting back on his hanches while she scrambled to untangle her legs and turn over. "Take your shirt off and put your hands behind your back." She acted obediently, shedding the torn garment and waiting with her arms crossed as she knelt facing away from him. Geiger could hear the metallic sounds of Eric releasing his belt buckle before she felt the band being wrapped around her wrists. The leather cut into her skin as he pulled it tight before he spoke, "Now stick your ass in the air."

Pushing her shoulders forward, Geiger lifted her bottom up as high as she could. She yelped as his open palm slapped against a cheek, his other hand grabbing the loose tail of the belt, keeping it taught.

"Tell me again how much you want me to fuck you. Beg for it," he commanded as he brought his hand across her other cheek so both sides of her ass were a matching pink.

"I want it. I want you to fuck me until I can't move and then cum on my face," she answered, looking at him over her shoulder as she pushed her ass back, grinding against the tent in his jeans.

With a self satisfied grin, Eric slid her panties to her knees before reaching past the waistband of his boxers. Guiding himself, he rubbed the head of his dick along her folds, teasing her clit before lining up with her center. "You might want to bite the pillow," he chided with a laugh,pushing his hips forward.

Geiger gasped and whined, burying her face in the seat cushion as Eric sank into her, leaning forward to brace himself against the armrest above her.

"You're so big," she mumbled, her face half buried in the cushions as he slowly pulled back.

"Want me to stop?" he asked as he stalled his movement, leaving just the tip inside her.

"No, no, I want you to fuck me," she begged barely conscious of anything else in the world beside the feeling of Eric inside her. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Without a second thought, Eric thrusted into her. Geiger cried out as he began to rear his hips back and slam into her. He kept a rapid pace, her moans mixing with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other. As he moved inside her, the coil in her belly grew tighter to an unbearable point.

With a firm yank, Eric pulled on the belt strap, lifting her shoulders off the couch. He slid his free palm along her collarbone before clamping his hand around her neck. She gasped as he dug his fingers into her jugular, watching as her lashes fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

Eric could feel her walls spasming around him as she let go, coming undone as he continued to pound against her relentlessly. Releasing his grip on her neck and the belt, Geiger slumped forward and collapsed onto the couch, still reeling from her orgasm. Grabbing her hips, he forced Geiger onto her back before leaning over her and grasping his dick. She laid motionless, her arms still bound beneath her, watching as he stroked to release. Geiger closed her eyes as his cum fell in ribbons on her face.

Both stayed stationary for a moment, breathing heavily and studying each other.

"Is that what you wanted?" Eric finally questioned, looking at her pleased and content expression.

"And then some." Geiger smiled to herself, satisfied and ready to doze off.

Eric couldn't move, drinking in every detail of the way she layed on her back, her legs slightly apart with the evidence of him splayed across her face.

"I should go before Goya gets back," Eric suggested in a low mumble, standing as he reached to pull up the waistband of his jeans.

"Don't forget your belt." Geiger rolled to expose her arms to him. He quickly undid the bindings before sliding the leather through the loops around his waist. Looking at her chest he could already see bruises starting to bloom where he'd bitten her.

Geiger sat on the couch rubbing her wrist as he put his shirt on, "Thanks for that," she commented in a light tone, beamng as she looked up at him.

Enjoying the drips of his cum on her face, Eric asked, "Do you need a towel?"

"No worries." Watching her swipe her palm across her chin, he could feel his dick twitch with an excited jolt going through him as she lick the bits of cum from her fingers. "I can take care of it. You should head out."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said before turning to depart. Standing at the door, Eric looked over his shoulder, watching the sway of Geiger's hips as she walked to the bathroom.

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

"Morning," Eric greeted as he set down his tray and slid onto the bench across the metal table from Goya. One seat over was Geiger and River, her boyfriend. Eric tried not to glare at the tall red head with his arm resting along the back of her chair.

"Wow, an actual salutation rather than just a grunt," Abernathy spoke, sitting to Eric's right, earning a sour look from him.

"I'm guessing your date went well?" Goya questioned before Eric could put their friend in his place. Abernathy grinned to himself as he lifted a spoonful of cereal.

"You could say that," Eric mumbled trying to give a non-answer as he avoided looking at Geiger. She was enjoying a glazed donut for breakfast, pinching the soft dough between her forefinger and thumb as she listened to them chatting.

"You went out with that Becky chick, right?" Abernathy interjected, prompting Eric to roll his eyes. It was too early in the morning for this kind of interrogation.

"Yeah, but I blew her off once she went to the bathroom," Eric grumbled as he chomped on his apple. He couldn't help it when his eyes quickly flicked to Geiger. She had a small smile on her lips, the corners of her mouth just slightly turned up as she returned his gaze. He tried to ignore the mental image of her the night before that was stirring in his mind. This was the wrong time to think about her naked and eager for him.

"So who'd you bed?" Goya pressed, unsatisfied with Eric's short answers.

"Not saying," he shot back, glaring at his friend as he took another bite.

"Come on you always kiss and tell, why you holding out on us?" Goya set down their spoon to eye Eric, studying his expression.

"You really want me to talk about fucking some broad in front of your baby sister?" Eric raised his eyebrows while nodding towards Geiger as she finished the last bites of her donut.

"Fine, but I wanna know later," Goya conceded, pointing at Eric. Shaking his head, Eric's gaze drifted back to Geiger. She seemed thoroughly amused with their argument as she brought her hand to her mouth. Eric's jaw clenched as she wrapped her lips around her fore digit and pulled, licking the remnants of sticky icing from her finger tip.

River shifted in his seat next to Geiger, moving to rise as he leaned forward. Geiger turned to meet him, giving a quick peck on the lips before he left for work.

Something in Eric's chest clenched at the sight. He'd watched them say goodbye more than a dozen times before, but now he couldn't stand it. He gripped the apple in his hand as he watched them bid each other farewell. When Geiger turned back to face the others at the table she couldn't ignore Eric's burning gaze.

As she reached forward to grab her glass of juice, Eric smiled to himself, noticing the hints of bruises around her wrists peeking out from under the cuff of her sleeve.

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

"Give me five minutes to change," Goya said, opening the the door to their apartment. Eric was right behind, following across the threshold. He'd barely gotten anything done today, constantly finding himself distracted by memories of Geiger, and so he was more than happy to jump at the offer to go drinking after work.

Eric grumbled in response as he wandered into the living room. Shuffling across the carpet, he stopped next to the sofa where he found Geiger curled up against River as they watched a movie.

"You two look cozy," he scoffed after shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, hiding his balled fists.

"Oh hey," Geiger smiled as she lazily turned her head towards Eric. "What's up?" River made no effort to move, ignoring the interruption.

"Just waiting for Goya to get dressed. We're going out." The tension in Eric's chest doubled every second he spent watching her lay on the couch, curled on top of River rather than underneath himself. "So you two got a fun evening planned on the sofa tonight?"

Geiger couldn't miss the light in his eye as he spoke. "No we're just taking it easy," she gave him a slow smile as Goya walked out from the bathroom, ready to go.

"Well, I've got to head out." Eric turned to leave, before quickly adding over his shoulder, "Also, sorry about the mess I made last night, I hope it wasn't hard to clean up."

"No worries," Geiger replied as River shot her a confused look, proving that he had in fact been listening. "He spilt some beer while we were all hanging out last night, that's all."

. .-. .. -.-.  .- -. -..  --. . .. --.

As the days wore on, it did not get easier for Eric. Every night he'd dream about Geiger moaning in his ear as she pushed her hips against his while he pinned her down. Then at breakfast he'd have to sit and watch her acting like an adorable couple with River. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get a moment alone with her.

Geiger sat with her chin resting in one hand as she leaned over the open magazine on the counter in front of her. She sighed, taking a drink from her soda as she idly turned the page. She worked at a corner store in town, one that had customers from any of the factions, but today the place was dead.

Listening to the pouring rain outside, Geiger regretted her outfit for the day. She had worn her favorite black pullover dress, deciding to skip on a jacket. It had been such a warm, sunny morning she was sure it'd continue throughout the day.

She could hear the rumble of thunder off in the distance as the bell over the door chimed. Wet boots squeaking on the tile, Eric walked across the shop up to the counter where she sat. "I don't get how you can stand working here," he commented as he pushed back his damp hair, taking in the surroundings before looking down at Geiger.

"I was middle of my class. The pickings for a job were pretty slim by the time they got to my name," she explained with a dismissive wave of her hand as she sat back on her stool. "So, how can I help you, sir?" Something pleasant coursed through him at the sound of her using a formality to address him.

"Come to my apartment tonight," he ordered, holding her gaze.

"I can't, I'm busy," Geiger replied crossing her arms as Eric's brow began to pinch in annoyance. "River and I are going out."

"Well I have some good news then." He smirked as she narrowed her eyes, unsure what he meant. "River's patrol has been stationed out at Amity for two weeks, so I guess your plans with him are canceled."

Geiger pressed her lips in a tight line as he leaned forward, resting his knuckles on the counter. "Maybe I don't want to see you tonight." He growled, standing up straight before rounding to where she stood. "Hey, hey, you can't come back here," she stuttered, trying to move away as he reached out and grabbed her bicep. Jerking her towards him, he spun to the side and pushed her against the formica countertop before lowering his head, crashing his lips into hers.

Eric wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, digging his fingers into her hair as he lifted her onto the surface behind her. Geiger moaned, melting into him as she returned his fervent kisses, their tongues happily wresting as she slid her hands over his shoulders. His fingers snaked along her inner thigh until they halted, teasing around the hem of her panties.

With a sudden ferocity, he grasped the waistband and violently tugged, almost ripping the fabric as he pulled her underwear down, off her legs. "If you want to see these again," he started, shoving the article of clothing in the his jacket pocket, "Then you'll come to my apartment tonight."

Geiger sat there flustered, her heart was racing and she couldn't seem to squeeze her thighs tight enough as she watched him walk out from behind the register. "My shift ends at nine," she called, looking over her shoulder.

"I know," he replied as the bell over the door rang and he stepped into the rain. Just then her phone vibrated, the screen lighting up to read, 1 New Message from River: Sorry babe, I've gotta canc...

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