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Divergent Masterlist

Eric

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Four

Ever - Four/OC (PG) She’s tired of competing with a dead girl.

Still - Four/Tris (PG) He should have saved her.

Already There - Four/OC (PG) Something’s changed. She expects the worst.

General

The Side Effects of Theft (PG) Prompt: “Bread with peace serum is accidentally distributed to Dauntless and OFC is affected.

Worth Dying For (G) Dauntless is more.

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Divergent

to be continued...

[skiiyoomin]

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

possesive tobias makes me feralll

also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

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

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

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Need | 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"

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Divergent - Masterlist

Eric Coulter:

Series:

Friends to Lovers: It’s time for you to choose your faction. You knew you would meet him if you chose Dauntless, but you chose it anyway. Can you rebuild your friendship? And can more come from this friendship?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 11 (2) | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

Headcanons:

HC - Eric in the bedroom

Oneshots:

Pumpkins - Halloween Special

Masterplan - Tris notices that Eric is interested in a girl and comes up with a plan to get them together

Fear - Eric helps you cope with a nightmare 

Relapse - Eric’s girlfriend relapses with self harm and bulimia

Coming out - Reader comes out to Eric as pan

Drabbles:

Drabbles #69, #46

Drabbles #5, #66

Drabble #74

Drabble #75

Drabble #62

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Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

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You & Me - Rhys Montrose x Reader - Masterlist

Summary: What happens when reader assassin is tasked with killing the possible future mayor of London; Rhys Montrose. Politician by day, Eat the Rich Killer by night. But he isn’t the only person wearing different masks. 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Violence, murder, immoral sociopathic behaviour, mentions of alcoholism, drug abuse and neglect, (eventual) smut

Total word count (so far): 96k

A/N: Multi part Rhys Montrose x Female Reader fic. FYI, this fic will incorporate the use of Y/N. I have decided to also post this fic on AO3 (same username as on my Tumblr) and to change the x Reader to an Original Female Character over there using a fictitious name. That will be the only difference. So, if the use of Y/N isn’t your thing, go ahead and look the fic up on AO3 :)

Below you'll find the links to all the parts that have thus far been uploaded. I will try my best to upload a new chapter each week. Every part is also accompanied with a 'soundtrack', these are all listed below as well. Finally, a little preview of what's to come... I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it! There aren't a lot of Rhys x Reader fics out there, so I hope I can bring some extra flavour to the table.

Ps don't forget to watch the trailer/edit I made for the fic! x

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22

Soundtracks: 00. Feeling Good – Nina Simone 01. Royals – Lorde  02. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene – Hozier  03. (I Just) Died in Your Arms – Hidden Citizens  04. Secrets And Lies – Ruelle  05. No Good – KALEO  06. …Ready For It? – Taylor Swift 07. Meet Me In the Woods – Lord Huron 08. The River – Daisy Jones & The Six 09. The Silence – Manchester Orchestra 10. Power – Isak Danielson 11. wicked game – Jessie Villa 12. Beautiful Crime – Tamer 13. Toxic – 2WEI 14. Cherry – Lana Del Rey 15. In the Air Tonight – Natalie Taylor 16. Whole Lotta Love (Dermot O’Leary) – Hozier 17. Lavender Haze – Taylor Swift 18. Don’t You Know – Jaymes Young 19. One For My Baby – Frank Sinatra 20. Run Baby Run – The Rigs 21. Sinnerman – Nina Simone 22. And so It Begins – Klergy 

Preview

Song: Feeling Good – Nina Simone

The sound of the heavy door opening as it noisily scraped the floor made you look in his direction. 

Rhys entered slightly out of breath, looking positively dishevelled as he ran a hand through his unruly curls.

“What happened to you? Killed another person?” You couldn’t help but teasingly joke, taking in his state as your eyes roamed freely over his physique. 

Rhys had put his hands on his hips, taking some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate. When he looked up at you, head tilted to the side, he shot you his charming smile that feigned innocence.

No way.

You stared at him. 

No way the man was truly this brazen.

He started to move closer to you, his eyes mischievous as they betrayed his wicked actions. You marvelled a little at how quickly you were getting better at reading him. Perhaps you recognised the murderous tendencies from the mirror. 

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Dove

Summary: Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader - You’re no more than the sister of a wealthy merchant and the daughter of an Innkeeper. You’re also unlike the other dainty ladies in your town. So, when you’re told you’re to be married off to seal the trade agreement your brother came to, you’re not exactly the happiest person in the world when you find out who it is. 

Disclaimer: I haven’t finished S4 of GOT but I wanted to write this. Fluff, AU divergent, still within GOT world. swearing, sword fights, patriarchy pigs, (I can only apologise now if this is crap) not proof read, use of pet-names, marriage of convenience, friends to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of wedding nights etc. nothing explicit. make out towards the end...

The Agreement was made to prove that your brother, Matthew, was true to his word and honour and would not steal from his main supplier. Although, you wouldn’t be surprised if they thought him a little stupid since you would soon come to learn even he did not know who you would be married to. 

Stupid Idiot. 

By the time you landed, the sun was coming closer to the centre of the sky and you were ready to strangle your brothers. Honestly, you didn’t know who was more stupid. Your brother or whoever had signed the contract with him. Did they know you were a bastard of a highborn lady? That you had no knowledge of courts or needle-pointing. Sure, you could cook, but there had been plenty of times where your brothers had to take over to stop you from lighting the whole house on fire. 

Nevermind. 

You’d be gone by the morning after your wedding. You’d sail on the first boat out of the land and go anywhere else. You’d go anywhere else other than spend another second in the presence of some random man who had agreed to marry you without ever having met your brother. 

Stepping off the boat, you already knew you stuck out. 

You were dressed in simple clothing. A blue peasant dress with the cleanest white shirt you owned lay underneath. Meanwhile, others who stood by the docks and elsewhere from where you could see wore long flowing gowns, some leaving little to no imagination. 

“Is this her?” you heard a voice ask before your brother reply. 

“Yes, this is my sister.”

One of the other guards or servants - you didn’t really know who they were - stood in front of you. By this point, you had lowered the hood of your cloak showing the waves in your hair cascade down the back of you. Whoever he was, he began to lift a hand as if to touch you but you stopped him. 

“Touch me and I will cut off your hand.”

“She’s feisty.”

Your brother scolded your name although you ignored him. 

“Well, we can try and train that out of her.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.” you spoke firmly as you looked at the man in front of your brother. 

The way they spoke to one another made you think that this was the man who had agreed to find you a husband. 

Meanwhile, the man in front of you moved and stepped around you to walk to the ship. He came back moments later carrying your bags. 

“If you would like to follow me,” the man in front of your brother said. 

You didn’t feel like learning names. After all, you’d be gone by the day after your wedding. Perhaps you’d fake your death? That way your brother couldn’t get into trouble over “breaking his side of the agreement”. 

You and your brother followed the man, who you’d come to learn was a Lord. 

“My Lord, isn’t this the way to the palace?”

“Palace? Why are we going to the palace?”

“You are first to meet the Prince.”

“What on earth for?” you asked. 

Your brother scolded your name again, but the Lord simply laughed. “Your brother has made a trade agreement with the Prince. Also, your brother is one of our biggest outside suppliers. You are both to pay your respects to him as he will to you.”

“Oh.”

By the time the doors to the main hall opened, all eyes suddenly turned to you and your brother and a walk through a room has never felt so long and so quiet. 

“Just keep your hands by your sides and your mouth closed.”

“What for? I’m the one being married off.”

Your brother quietly pleaded your name. “I understand your frustrations.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Sister, please. The Lord said he would find you a suitable match.”

“You don’t even know who I’m marrying?!” 

He spoke your name again. “I trust him. He has made many marriages.”

“Oh, good lord.” you rolled your eyes before you felt your brother's hand come across you and stop you in your tracks. 

The Lord had stopped walking. 

“Your highness.”

There were formalities exchanged between the two men before he turned around to introduce you both. Your brother bowed and, after knocking your arm, you curtsied. 

“It seems her brothers have taught her more of their world than of her mothers, your grace.”

The Prince smiled. “That is alright. I’m sure her ladies will help her.”

“Ladies? What ladies?” you whispered to your brother. 

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath before looking at your brother. “Am I marrying royalty?”

“I-I do not know.” he said before speaking a little louder. “I’m sorry, your grace. But, why would my sister need ladies?”

“Did the Lord not tell you?” The Prince stood. “Nevermind. Your sister will wed my brother.”

“What?” your brother could already hear the anger slicing through your voice which did not help the situation. 

“Oh, for the love of-”

“There are worse fates, sister.”

“For you and I both.” 

“I can assure you he will make your sister very happy. She will be well looked after and will live in comfort for the rest of her life.” The Prince explained. “You are one of our most trusted Merchants. Your fortune is built not from birth or blood but by courage and intelligence and I can only assume your sister is of the same breeding.”

“Breeding?”

“I am sure she will do good by my brother as he will with her. Perhaps they can teach each other a couple of things during their time together.”

“Like what?” 

Your brother shushed you. 

The Prince soon gave instructions on what was to happen and suddenly a woman dressed in a golden gown, her hair blonde and thrown back, pulled at your arm and led you out of the hall whilst your head tried to remain on your brother. 

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t bring my sword with me.” 

That was the last thing you said to him and only him before you were pulled away and out of the doors. 

From there, the day was spent having women rush in and out of a grand room which you had been told was all yours. They measured you for dresses, held fabric against your complexion, sighing every time it washed you out or was not bold enough. 

You simply had to look at the fabric and know that you’d feel nothing but seen in them. 

Sure, they were beautiful and rich. But you preferred something you knew would not tear when swinging around a sword. Though, you doubted you’d be able to do much of that. 

It was only at sundown when everyone was rushing to set tables and help others that you managed to escape for a while. Your room was too big and despite its size, you felt like you were being swallowed whole. 

You missed your home. You missed your room. You missed your father and baking in the kitchens as your brothers fought outside. You missed being able to walk outside and show them what they were doing wrong, only to send them all to the ground with your fighting style. 

“Are we to expect your sister soon, Master Matthew?”

Matthew looked around nervously. “I have been told she is still taking everything in.”

“I suppose it is overwhelming, coming from such a small home.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Suddenly, from the other end of the table, Oberyn stood from his spot, wiping his mouth. 

“Brother?”

“Please, eat without us.”

“Oberyn, leave her be.”

“I am simply going for a walk.”

Meanwhile, you were in the very back corner of the kitchen, flour dusted up your arms whilst the rolling pin pressed against the dough of the bread. 

You didn’t look up but you heard someone enter before giving a command and the background noise of the kitchens seems to disappear within seconds. 

“We have servants for that.”

You looked up and saw a man dressed in a golden robe walking towards you. You had seen his picture earlier that day, in the picture halls. You had asked worrying questions to one of the maids who had been helping you. She took you by the hand and showed you around some of the halls. She had also turned you to face his picture when you asked what he looked like. 

“I like to do it myself.”

With the back of your hand, you pushed a stray hair from your face and continued to roll out the dough. 

“You seem very independent.” Oberyn pointed out. “I saw you, earlier, in the hall. You seemed to be swearing at your brother. I take it you are not happy with this marriage alliance. Or perhaps it is me you are unhappy with?”

You hadn’t meant to, but you slammed the rolling pin down. 

“Tell me, Prince Oberyn. How would you feel if you were pulled from the only home you had ever known. If you woke up one morning and found your entire family downstairs being secretive and quiet instead of their usual rowdy selves? Only to have them tell you that you are engaged and when you ask who, they cannot tell you for they do not know? Then, to have all your things packed and taken to a dock at first light where you sail for lord knows how many days before arriving and being told that you must behave in such a way that only makes you want to rebel and run away even more.”

“That last point I know somewhat of its feelings.” Oberyn said. “But the rest, you are right. I do not know what that is like.”

You broke your gaze from his, looking back to the dough in front of you. Your hands moved on their own, splitting the dough, rolling one half into a neat shape before scoring it with a knife. 

“I feel the need to tell you that you are safe here,” Oberyn spoke your name and you looked at him. “You are free to walk where you want. You can write a thousand letters a day to your home and no-one will judge you for doing so. Your brother tells me you are the least lady-like woman he has ever known. I do not mean to offend, but I suppose you already think it true.”

You could only shrug. It was true. You didn’t know how to behave in a palace. You knew to use manners at a table, though you suspected they were vastly different compared to being sat at a beaten old wooden table at the Inn. 

“I can have one of the maids teach you what you need to know. And I can promise you this, you will not always feel like a stranger on this land. One day, it might even feel like home. But, despite everything, I just hope that within this, we can be friends. Will you grant me that pleasure?” Oberyn said your name again and you couldn’t deny; there was something about the way he said your name. “Can we be friends?”

You thought about it for a moment, your brother's words echoing in your head. 

There are worse fates, Sister.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing being friends with your future husband. 

A week passed and within that, a lot had happened. 

A maid, by the name of Summer, taught you the ways of the court and how the wedding would take place as well as helping you read over the past histories of the world. Most of it, you already knew. 

“I may just be an Innkeeper’s daughter, but he made sure I could read and write just as well as I could cook and fight. Sometimes the pen can be mightier than the sword, he would argue.”

You had also found time to explore the grounds where you happened upon Oberyn training at a spot by the cliffs. 

You had watched him from above for a while, Summer finding you and wishing to hurry you along. 

“My lady, you should not have to watch this.”

“If you’re worried about me seeing violence, Summer, you must be forgetting I grew up with four brothers. I have seen my fair share of blood. Some of it my own.” you smiled before looking down as you heard your name being called. 

You walked down the stairs with a nervous Summer before you found Oberyn stood at the bottom. 

“You seem disgusted by my fighting?” he asked. 

“Fighting? No. But how you fight? Yes.”

Oberyn smiled and squinted to shield his eyes from the glaring sun behind you. “Your brother told me you taught him a few things?”

“How long was this conversation with my brother?” you asked but Oberyn only chuckled. 

“I had questions about my mystery bride. Forgive me for being curious.” From leaning against a rock, Oberyn presented you with a sword. 

“Perhaps you could teach me a few things,”

“My lady-” Summer tried to protest but you simply smiled, taking the sword from him. 

“It’s okay, Summer. If you feel the need to throw up, just simply look away. It’s what the stable boys used to do.”

From around your shoulders, you handed her your cloak and were only thankful that you had worn one of your own dresses that morning, rather than the Dornish choice. 

Within a few swings of the sword against his own, Oberyn realised the seriousness of your fighting. This wasn’t a girl dreaming of being a warrior. This was a woman who knew what she was doing.

“I do not see many ladies fighting with a sword in their hand.”

“Good job I’m not a lady, then.” 

“Where did you learn to fight like this? Your brothers?”

“My father actually.”

“Please, do explain. It’s not often a father teaches his daughter to fight like his boys.”

“Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning.” 

And so you did. 

“My, uh, my mother was high born. She had an affair with my father, only, she was married. So, when she gave birth to me, her husband brought me to my father. He took me in. He loved my mother despite everything. He was also the one who taught me how to cook. Always said a lady should know how to make a decent meal for herself.”

“But you’re no lady?” Oberyn echoed. 

Your swords clashed together, and you cracked a smile. 

“But I’m no lady.”

Your swords pushed upwards before you circled one another again. 

“Anyway, when I was old enough, he taught me how to protect myself. Came in handy, too, for those men who could never seem to understand the word “no”, or “go away,” or “leave.”.”

“Everyone has a reason they begin to learn how to fight. Surely this cannot be the only one? 

What was your reason?”

“What gives you that impression?”

“The look in your eyes,” Oberyn said. “The eyes are the window to the soul. And your soul tells me more.”

You contemplated it for a moment before smiling a little and continuing to fight against him. “There was a boy, outside of the governesses gates. He was being bullied so I stood up for him.”

“And your father?”

“When he found out, he was furious. Though, the child did continue to thank me.”

“Is he well?”

“No,” you said. “He died a few years later from an illness that no nurse across the whole of Westeros could cure. But he still thanked me for saving his life until his dying day.”

“And your father?”

“He asked me what I did and I told him. Then he showed me technique. A better one than I had used and by the time I was strong enough, I began fighting against my brothers. My father was widowed, six months before he and my mother began their relationship.”

“Did they go easier on you?” Oberyn asked you as he put some more power behind his swing. 

“They tried.” you smiled. “But I gave them a hell of a beating for doing so.”

“I could only guess as much.”

The following movements, you could feel the scales tipping to his advantage only, with your experience, as he believed himself to be winning, you used his power against him until finally his sword was knocked out of his hand and he was leaning against a rock with the edge of your sword to his throat. 

“Do you yield?”

“Yes,” he smiled with a breathy laugh. “I yield.”

You nodded, withdrawing your sword and lowering it. 

“You are quite the swordsman. Or should I say swordswoman?”

“Thank you.”

“And an excellent fighter. It is a shame there is no opening for the KingsGuard.”

“Please,” you smiled. “This is my enjoyment. Only when you make something a job does it become work.”

“Well said, my lady.”

That was when a squire came running to alert you both that you were hotly called for in the main hall. 

Whilst Oberyn kissed your hand, saying goodbye for now, Summer pulled you off towards your chambers where you washed down and changed your clothing before being walking, this time alone, into the main hall. 

You had at least two dozen or more pairs of eyes on you as you stood clear in the centre when another Lord walked closer to you whilst, from the corner of your eye, you saw Oberyn sat at the altar with the other members of the council and his family. 

A man, who you assumed was maester from his dressing, circled you as if examining every inch of you. He seemingly poked and prodded you a couple of times and moved your hair from your shoulder to move it behind you before rounding you and coming to your other side and just as he was about to touch you again, you spoke. 

“If you touch me again, I will cut off your hand.”

Your eyes did not break from his, even when his eye line was distracted by Oberyn when he spoke. 

“I would listen to her.” He said. “I’ve seen her with a sword.”

The man looked back to you until he saw not only the truth in Oberyn’s words but the truth in your eyes. From there, he slowly retracted his hand from your personal space and turned towards the Prince. 

“She seems fit, your highness.”

“She has a name! She’d also prefer you to use it than talk as if she is not even in the room!”

The maester looked to you, for a moment, in shock. Then, he turned to his Prince who took a moment, looking to his own wife before looking back. 

“She has a good point, Maester. She is right here, in front of your eyes. I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

So, repeating his words, the Maester, this time, used your name. 

A few days later, the wedding took place. 

It was a rather grand affair. Your father had sailed in for the occasion, walking you down the aisle. Vows were shared and by the time the reception came around, you couldn’t have felt more overwhelmed. 

Sure, you had gotten used to the place since you arrived. But it didn’t feel like home. And now, it was your home. You were married to one of the Princes. You have become a Princess. No longer the Innkeeper’s daughter but Oberyn Martell’s wife. 

Thankfully, however, when people were entertained with wine and spirits and entertainment, Oberyn pulled you from your seat and took you away from all the noise and bustle of the wedding. 

Instead, the pair of you walked past servants who were ordered to remain quiet over your whereabouts whilst he led you into a section of the garden that was hidden away from almost everyone. 

“Thank you.”

“I may like the wine, but it is not often I like the company of so many people.”

Every nobel of the land, you swore, was there. Them and every mistress and child they ever had. 

Most of this time, alone, was spent in quiet solitude until. 

“Dance with me.”

You looked up to your husband. 

Husband. That would take some getting used to. 

“What?”

“I can hear the music from here. Please, dance with me?”

Sighing a little, you rested your hand in his as he helped you up and together you both danced to the distant music. 

Oddly enough, it was rather nice. To dance in the arms of someone who knew what they were doing. Though, you supposed fighting was a little like dancing. The movement rehearsed but just always in a different order. 

“Tonight, you understand what is to happen?”

You looked up to him. 

“You know what happens between a man and wife on their wedding night-”

“I grew up with four brothers, Oberyn. If you’re trying to be gentle on the subject, you should know there isn’t much I haven’t already heard.”

Oberyn cracked a smile before continuing. “The reason I bring it up is not to scare you but tell you, I will not touch you in that way, until the day that you ask me to.”

“And what if I never do?”

“Then…we will convince the Maester that you cannot bear my children and we shall have to adopt. There are many high borns who have not been blessed with children whether intentionally or not.”

You smiled. 

There are worse fates, Sister 

“Thank you, Oberyn.”

“I enjoy having you as my friend, as well as my wife. I’d rather have a lifetime of shared happiness than a night of misery.”

You smiled at him. “You’re a good man, Oberyn. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”

“Though, there isn’t much I can do about the bed situation tonight, so we may share if you like. Though, I hope you don’t snore.”

“Not as bad as my brothers,”

Oberyn smiled, “I suppose that will have to do.”

Despite the initial awkwardness of sharing a bed, it wasn’t long until you fell asleep to the sound of the waves coming from the open windows and by the time you woke in the morning, you found Oberyn asleep beside you. 

You watched him for a few moments before turning your head to the open windows where the light fabric of the curtains blew inside from the open balcony. He must have woken in the night and drew back the heavier curtains that had lay there last night. 

10 days ago, you had been adamant on leaving. On escaping the morning after your wedding. Instead, you still remained in bed. And once Oberyn woke, you remained in bed talking to him as he explained the next few days to you and what would happen. 

“And how long is it going to last? The honeymoon?”

“Until the next full moon.”

“A month?”

“Was there a full one last night?”

You thought back for a moment before nodding. 

“Then, yes.”

However, what Oberyn didn’t tell you was that when he could not sleep last night and he stepped outside, his eyes remained on the sky and the full moon before he followed its light which he found gently landed on you and your sleeping beauty. 

“Oh, and.”

You felt yourself laugh as Oberyn stood from the bed and quickly crossed the room and came back with some kind of red fruit which he called Pomegranate. Except, rather than eating its seeds, he removed some and crushed them until its juices dripped onto the bed sheets. 

“To avoid suspicion.”

You hummed in slight delight as he covered both of your tracks surrounding the wedding night. 

Over the next month, your friendship with Oberyn continued to grow and blossom. At night, you’d both sneak to the kitchens where you’d teach him what your father taught you. 

Each morning, the staff would find either bread or small cakes baked especially for them and although there was no signature on the note, they had come to know your baking. 

During the days, he’d take you to different places in Dorne, explaining its history and talking about his sister and other members of his family. Sometimes you’d watch him train and fight and most times, it would end with you stepping in and fighting against him. 

And, finally, on the quiet days, he’d come and dance with you in the gardens until the day he asked you to teach him how to dance. You didn’t know much in terms of dancing but what you did have knowledge in was simple enough to teach. 

Pressing palms together, you both stepped inside and back out, all the while slowly turning in a circle. You held the bottom of your dress out of the way of your feet as you did so. 

As you both walked through the steps, you felt something change inside of you. Simply being under his gaze, you felt…nervous. Vulnerable. Like he could read the parts of your soul you didn’t even know you had yet. 

And when he found a name for you…one that only he called you by…your feelings felt as if they were drowning and soaring all at once. 

“I would like for you to formally meet my wife, my dove,” Oberyn introduced you to the second happy couple at a wedding you were both attending across the island. 

The bride smiled at you and gave her greetings before the formalities of wedding and relationship talk began. 

From there, he began to use it more often. 

At first, you found it very apt. After all, you were the olive branch between The Agreement for Trade. But you came to learn it was more than that. 

“In this messy world, you are my peace, my dove.”

Oberyn had told you that as speeches were made and you both sat together away from the head table. There were talks of how messy the world had gotten, it was nice to have a shining bright and hopeful future to come with the match of the bride and groom. 

From there, you leaned into his body as his arm lay against the back of your chair. You took his hand that lay in his lap and held it before kissing his cheek. 

It was after that you tried to keep yourself breathing. Any time you were close to him, your breath would catch in your throat and your mind would run wild - and at the most inopportune times. And when you would lie beside him at night, you could only think how easier it could have been if you had stayed awake past him and escaped. 

Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to deal with your feelings for him. 

For a week, months after the wedding you had attended together, Oberyn found himself waking each morning without you beside him. So, rather than wait for you, assuming you had gone to clear your head or gone to a lesson with Summer, he went in search of you. 

He’d seen a change in you, the last couple of months. At first, he gathered it was a coincidence. Perhaps even an act. After all, you were both yet to consummate the marriage 

but still had to convince people of your marital status. 

But then he saw the look in your eyes when he had called you by the name he referred to you as to other people, in front of you. 

Despite what your expression could hide with masterly skill - something you had explained your brothers had taught you as “a warrior should always be able to hide their emotions when in a battle.”. You had echoed this when sparring with him one afternoon in the setting sun. 

Your hair was loose from the braids Summer had placed in your hair that morning and you still had soil and gravel under some of your nails from being in the garden earlier that day. 

And, perhaps, to others, you would look a mess. 

But he never found you more beautiful than how you looked when you were fighting against him or when you cooked with him. Your hair, usually neat, messy and your fingers and arms either dusted in dirt or flour. 

So, when he found you by the waters edge one morning, away from the servants and the palace and simply in your own little world, he stayed back for a while and admired your form. How you danced across the floor, your sword swinging and slicing the air in front of you. 

“I missed you this morning, my dove.”

You stopped your movements and slowed down. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Your mind would not rest?”

You tried your best to keep your gaze from him and he could tell. “No.”

“If you have a problem, is it not my job to fix that?”

“And what if you are my problem?”

You had clearly, to him, been arguing with yourself in your head as you fought the air with your sword. He was just happy he might finally understand the truth of why and might know if he was right in his thinking of why. 

“Please, explain this concept to me.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“How so?”

“This! By doing…whatever it is that you are doing.”

“I am just standing here.”

“And that is half of my problem.”

“I am doing nothing.”

“You’re doing something.”

“Then, please, my dove, tell me what it is that I am doing.”

“I don’t know what it is! But it is something. You do something to be, Oberyn. You…confuse me.”

“Confuse you?”

“Yes, you confuse me. One moment, I am your friend. Next, I am your dove. At times, I do not care where you are but then I do. I care to know where you are and what you are doing. I go from liking you to hating your guts.”

“Why, my dove?”

“Because you are making this place feel like home to me.” you said. “When I first arrived, before I knew about you and about…everything, I was planning to run away. That the morning after my wedding, I would sneak on the next boat out of here and…fake my death. My brother would not have broken his contract and I could be free and not be somebody’s wife. But, instead of that, I spend every morning waking to your face and wishing that when you’d open your eyes you’d kiss me. You’d kiss me as if I was more than just your friend. That I was your wife.”

“You are my wife. You are my dove.”

“And that is another thing. I am your dove. I nearly slit a boy’s throat once because he called me sweetheart. But not with you. For some reason, with you, I wish to keep hearing it. I wish to keep hearing your voice talking to me, telling me stories, asking me questions, commanding your opponents.”

“So…you’re confused that you don’t wish to slit my throat? I think you’ll find I have that effect on people.”

“I’m being serious, Oberyn.”

“So am I, my dove.”

You found him walking closer to you but you could only keep your focus on the handle of your sword. 

“First and foremost, I am your friend but there are times when…when I wish for more.”

“Why not tell me, dove?”

“Because I cannot get involved with-”

“We are married, are we not?” Oberyn asked. 

“By alliance. Not…not by love.”

“My dove, look at me.” Oberyn commanded before placing a finger beneath his chin. And once your eyes met his, he saw clear into you. “What if I told you that had changed?”

“Please…don’t, Oberyn.”

“Why not let yourself fall? I know your feelings, my dove. I share them, too. Let yourself fall. I promise I will catch you.”

“Oberyn…”

“Let me kiss you. If you find your feelings stronger than another, then I will let you walk away. But if you don’t…stay with me.”

The last time you and Oberyn had kissed had been at your own wedding. But even then, it was quick. Simple. 

This was anything but. 

Despite his feelings rushing out of him faster than he could handle, the kiss was not violent. It was desperate. He was desperate. Desperate to prove to you that the feelings you felt were not only valid, but shared. That, for as long as you had been trying to put off and ignore the fact you were falling in love with him, he had fallen long ago. 

In fact, the days before your wedding, he had fallen in love. 

He already knew from the stories your brother had told him when asked that you were unlike any girl he would ever meet. And when he saw you in the hall, and saw you with the fury of murder in your eyes against your brother, he smiled. You were not soft or weak. Instead, you were only soft around those who you granted trust to. He was a first hand witness to that, in the late hours when you’d both lay on the bed together and he’d ask you questions of your childhood. You became relaxed and you laughed with him over tales of your brothers and everything they had done and the moments you had saved them. But, with that, you also told him of the darker moments, where you had to save yourself and your brothers or father would take care of the rest. 

It was in those moments he wished he had met you sooner. He would kill anyone who tried to harm you. 

He knew he found you attractive the first time you sparred together. The look in your eyes, the concentration, the fight you had. Not only were you a good competitor but an excellent partner. 

Soon after that, he was long gone. 

The way you handled the Maester. How you handled one of the guards when they made Summer uncomfortable under their gaze. He pretended not to see, but he did. He saw it all. And he couldn’t have been more in love. 

By the time he pulled away, your hands were still locked onto his clothing holding him close. 

“Do you feel your mind has changed, my dove?”

When he saw your reaction the first time he called you dove, he knew you were beginning to feel the same. 

“Promise you’ll catch me?”

Oberyn smiled. “I promise, my dove.”

Pulling him back in, you kissed him once more only to feel his hands wrap around your back and pull you flush against him and yet you still felt far from him. He turned you slightly so your backside pressed against the lower wall where he lifted you to sit before leaning into you a little more as your legs wrapped around the back of his. 

You were both thankful, though you doubted Oberyn cared much, that where you were, no-one usually came. For, despite your marital status, someone would still call your situation scandalous.

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Start : March 11, 2024

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Anticipation - Y/N reluctantly ask's the Dauntless instructor she was assigned, and that she (unfortunately) finds attractive to help her train. There's tension.

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Hunger Games (also writing for any character from the books)

Harry Potter (also writing for any character from the books)

Arcane

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The 100 (also writing for any character from the books)

Detroit Become Human

The Legend of Korra

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The Last of Us 1

The Last of Us 2

Horizon Zero Dawn

Spider-Man across the spiderverse

Nimona

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Afton Family

The Old Guard

Willow

Percy Jackson series

Percy Jackson books

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Caitlyn (Arcane) = Lesbian (cannon)

Clarke Griffin (The 100) = Bisexual (cannon)

Octavia Blake (The 100) = Lesbian (books cannon)

Korra (The Legend of Korra) = Bisexual (cannon)

Asami (The Legend of Korra) = Bisexual (cannon)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) = Bisexual (cannon)

Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) = Pansexual (cannon)

Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) = Trans + into women (cannon)

Bill (The Last of Us 1) = Gay (cannon)

Dina (The Last of Us 2) = Bisexual (cannon)

Ellie Williams (The Last of Us 1 + 2) = Lesbian (cannon)

Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) = Lesbian (cannon)

Ballister Boldheart (Nimona) = Gay (cannon)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Nimona) = Gay (cannon)

Nimona (Nimona) = Gender non-conforming (cannon)

Andy (The Old Guard) = Lesbian (comics cannon)

Nicky (The Old Guard) = Gay (cannon)

Joe (The Old Guard) = Gay (cannon)

Kit Tanthalos (Willow) = Lesbian (cannon)

Jade Claymore (Willow) = Lesbian (cannon)

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Masterlist: Canon Divergence (D-G)

updated 2/9/24

Death of Honor by Vivalaraptor Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: What if Lord Bridgerton didn’t propose to Edwina before they left Aubrey Hall?

Definitely Not Bad by Mx Kate B (katelai) Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After five years at Eton together, Anthony and Simon are the best of friends, and looking forward to attending Oxford together. One cool spring night while looking at the stars, Simon and Anthony share a chaste kiss, which spurs them on a journey together that explores how they process their feelings, attraction, and shared grief when tragedy strikes.

Does Your Heart Still Beat? by ZeroRegrets Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: A short story where Anthony sneaks into Kate's room to check on her following her bee sting.

dowry by afreenafreen Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: What if, after Anthony proposes to Edwina, he immediately has a meeting to hash out the marital settlement with Kate? What if he rejects Edwina's non-existent dowry? What will Kate do then?

Duty vs Desire by LoveIsStrong Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: What happens when Anthony and Kate both sacrifice their love for their duty? Can they stop the inevitable?

Embracing Scandal by dreamchaser31 Rating: NR Status: WIP Summary: A few months after Anthony marries Edwina, Kate marries a Duke in order to stay in London to be close to her sister. Both marriages are not what Kate and Anthony pictured for their happily ever after. It's been years since the entire family has seen or heard from Kate, and now Edwina has run off in the middle of the night, leaving nothing but a short letter behind.

Every farthing of the cost shall be paid (but from this night not a kiss or look be lost) by hydriotaphia Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: There are marks on Kate's body that can only signify one thing. In the wake of her accident, two families must swiftly move to protect the ones they love and try to quell an even bigger scandal before it ruins them permanently. And Kate and Anthony must find a way to reconcile the weight of their past with the feelings they can no longer hide.

everybody's living in a material world by svnflowerz Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: in which kate is delayed on her way to the terrace and does not overhear anthony putting his foot in his mouth

Everything I do, I do it for you by LoveIsStrong Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: The morning after the failed wedding, Anthony and Kate struggle with their feelings and wonder about what might have been. The Bridgertons and Sharmas on the other hand, pretend as if nothing happened and go to Hyde Park promenade only to face the Ton’s scorn.

Everything is new and everything is you by HarmonizingSunsets Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: His forehead scrunched. “Something is different.” “What?” “There is something different about you. New. I don’t know what, but something’s not the same.” “I assure you, my lord, nothing has changed.” “It’s your scent,” Anthony said resolutely. Kate’s mouth parted as his face ghosted nearer, sniffing the air surrounding her. “It’s different.” (2x04)

Family Blessing by WaterlilyRose Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: When the Sharmas visit Aubrey Hall, the Bridgertons find that they are falling for Kate at about the same speed as Anthony (if he will ever admit it, that is).

fate will twist the both of you by tinyballoflight Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: The courtship between Miss Edwina Sharma and the Viscount Bridgerton gets delayed when a rather persistent cold befalls the lady in question as soon as she sets foot in his ancestral home.

Feet Don't Fail Me Now by SEHale Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: When Anthony arrives to the season a little later than expected, and Kate finds herself charmed by a pleasing smile, what chance did they have? An AU where Anthony isn't looking for a wife, but may have accidentally found one, anyway.

Fencing Lessons by HarnitBee Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: What if Benedict and Colin didn’t just tease Anthony but gave helpful advice…

Five Words by RosesAtDawn Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: A reimagining on the infamous Edwina speech, but with a little more love and a happier ending.

flawless. by irishseeker Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: Kate Sharma is the diamond of the season. Viscount Anthony Bridgerton plans on courting and marrying the Diamond of the season. Kate is going to make that as difficult as possible.

for reasons wretched and divine by penny_loaf Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: It takes Kate a long time to realize someone else is cursed along with her. She would be more relieved, if that person was not Lord Bridgerton. Time Loop AU

For Shame by fabalafae22 Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: After his failed wedding, Anthony’s shame is eating him alive—for all of his family to see. With the way things are going for Kate, that makes a pair of them. It’s a good thing they have each other...isn’t it?

formed, not declared by tielan Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: In the froth and flutter of the season, the ton - and royalty - so easily forget this simple truth: a diamond is formed, not declared

four times kate finds anthony at dawn (and one time she almost loses him) by kathonysheart Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: The one where a gun misfires in the forest, and Anthony gets shot

Fret-à-Fret by caciopepebowl Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: After a transformative reckoning in the study, Anthony and Kate attempt to navigate their new romance, their ever-growing lust, their (mostly) oblivious families, and their acknowledged-but-not-yet-resolved insecurities.

[skiiyoomin]

hi!! can we have an m jealousy fic with tobias eaton from divergent please <3 thank you!!

Hii, sorry for the late reply! I hope you enjoy this :))

p.s it might be a little crusty cause its been a while since I read the books BUT i still hope you enjoy it!

warnings: jealous Tobias, smut!! possessive Tobias

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Summary: When a new Dauntless initiate gets a little too close, Tobias takes things into his own hands.

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You're mine | Tobias Eaton

His eyes continuously drifted towards your figure, a scowl etched deep onto his skin as you laughed, clutching your stomach.

Tobias loved your laugh, it was the sound that made his heart swell, the cause of his love struck smile. But those were the last things he felt at the moment, because he wasn't the reason for that laugh. Instead, it was one of the new initiates in Dauntless, a young boy with a charm that had girls and boys all over him.

While you and Tobias were in charge of training said initiates, he had seemed to take a liking towards you, often hanging around you during your training sessions, asking for advice as a way to get close to you, and more often than not, trying to lead the conversations to something more than just trainer to trainee.

Tobias was far from insecure about your relationship, but he couldn't help but feel his nerves rise each time he saw the younger boy move a tad bit too close for his liking, his dashing smile widening every time he pulled even the smallest of smiles from you.

While you weren't extremely open about your relationship, it was clear you were together. Now the boy either didn't know or didn't care. Of course, Tobias was too prideful to admit he was jealous of him, he'd rather kiss Eric than admit it out loud. However, he truly didn't need to say anything for anyone to know he was envious. The deep scowl and deadly glare were a dead give away.

But, the boy was oblivious to the sharp pair of eyes on the back of his head. He continued pushing his luck, using his smooth words to sway you. You, on the other hand, merely snorted at his attempts, finding them more entertaining than alluring. Unlike him, you weren't unaware of the eyes inspecting you, you didn't have to turn around to know it was Tobias. You knew the second the boy got too close he'd be jealous, hence the reason why you never put a stop to his flirting. Smirking to yourself, you counted down the minutes until your boyfriend would snap.

Almost as if on cue, you heard the loud stomping of boots on the hard ground of the wide room. You felt a large calloused hand snake around your waist, the tall figure of Tobias standing next to you, his glare burning into the initiate, making the boy cower in fear.

"Last time I checked flirting with my girlfriend wasn't part of the training. If I didn't know any better i'd think you're trying to get kicked out of Dauntless"

The younger stammered, fear and shock stopping his ability to speak. Finally he managed to mumble a loud sorry, scurrying away almost immediately. You watched the whole ordeal go down with an amused smile on your lips. As you looked up at him, you spoke with a teasing tone in your voice.

"Geez, you didn't have to be so harsh you know"

However, you were answered with silence as Tobias took your wrist and led you down the familiar halls of the compound. Soon enough you were in front of your shared apartment door. Swiftly, Tobias unlocked it, gently pushing you in and leading you towards your king sized bed. Without any words said, he pressed his lips to yours. As you broke from the kiss, he softly pushed you down until you were sprawled on the mattress, looking up at him with those eyes. The eyes that have him weak in the knees, the eyes that has his cock twitching in his pants.

He once again kissed you, this time with much more fervor and eagerness. Soon after, he trailed his kisses down your jaw, kissing the spots he knew had you gasping and squirming underneath him. "I'm gonna show everyone exactly who you belong to" He mumbled against your neck, before suckling the soft flesh, a purple mark appearing almost immediately.

The intensity of the moment had you both quickly removing your clothes until you were both left in nothing but your underwear. Tobias continued to leave a trail of hickeys until he reached the hem of your panties. Before you knew it, they joined the piles of clothes on the floor, leaving you completely bare underneath his lustful gaze. "So beautiful" he whispered, making a pinkish blush spread across your cheeks at the sudden praise.

Tobias lowered his boxers, his hard dick springing out, slapping his toned abdomen. He gripped your hips, lifting you up slightly until you you were aligned with his long length. Without wasting a second, he pushed into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of your plush walls against his cock. He thrusted back in with a roughness that had you throwing your head back in pleasure. He fell into a quick and rough pace, slamming with a force that had your brain go fuzzy from the pleasure. You moaned incoherent words as he quickened his pace, your nails scratching down his back, leaving marks that were sure to be there for days. Tobias hissed in both pleasure and pain.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders allowing him to thrust deeper until he was slamming into your g-spot. Your back arched as your jaw hung open forming a loud moan that was sure to be heard from miles away. Not long after, you felt the familiar tightness in your stomach, signaling your close release.

"F-fuck fuck Tobias, i-i'm gonna cum"

He grunted in response, feeling his own orgasm reaching its climax. With a few more sloppy thrusts, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, a flash of white blinding your vision as you reached your high, your legs shaking involuntarily. Tobias continued slamming into you before his own release pulled him over the edge, his load of cum shooting inside your soft wall, spilling down your aching hole once he pulled out.

Pants filled the room as you both came down from.your high until you caught your breaths. He leaned down, pressing a much softer kiss in comparison to before. A few moments after, he pulled away, your lips centimeters from each other. He looked deep into your eyes before saying "You're mine, never forget that"

[smutgallore]

Misc. Character Masterlist

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Eric Coulter - Divergent

Tobias Eaton/ Four - Divergent

Ten (David Tennant) - Doctor Who

Finnick Odair - Hunger Games

Coriolanus Snow - Hunger Games: Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Sejanus Plinth - Hunger Games: Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Jack Sparrow - Pirates of The Caribbean

Will Turner - Pirates of The Caribbean

Nell Jackson - Renegade Nell

Rick O’Connell - The Mummy

Joel Miller - The Last of Us

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A/N this list will probably have more characters added when I finish series/movies/books and end up fixating on a character. 😂

Masterlist