#tris x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Tris Prior x reader (fluff please)?

Tris: what if I don’t fit anywhere?

Y/N: then you’ll always fit in the one place that matters, with me. And I fit perfectly with you.

Tris: what if I get dauntless?

Y/N: then I’ll be cheering you from the sidelines because I’m terrible with heights

Tris: yeah. you’re terrible at parkour but a great cuddle giver.

Y/N: oh really?

Tris: yeah

Tris giggles as Y/N pulls her a kiss…

[ilariyalavorowrites]

Pack Loving - Divergent A/B/O (Part four)

Part four of four

Warnings: Polyamory, angst, fluff and smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega pairings, Foursome and Dubious consent

Pairings: Eric x F!Reader x Tris x Four

Word count: 1,172 words

Universe: AU, A/B/O

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Tagged: @elaacreditava

Previous

This was well beyond the point of no return, not that in the moment you cared. Your mind was far too preoccupied, existing solely for the heat of the moment. Driven on by the passion and power of your connection to him, to them, to the pack. You could feel it pulsate through your veins, twisting and turning from your head down to the tips of your toes before it rushed straight back up again. It hummed pleasantly on your ears forever reminding you that you were part of something greater than the sum of your parts.  

The sound of his grunting in your ears brought you out of your mind, spiralling back down to reality. How could you dare forget where you had been? Even for a split second by getting lost in your wandering thoughts. You knew that he craved your complete attention, to be focused on nothing but him and what he was doing to you. Nothing else mattered but you and him.

You shivered, enjoying the very sensation of having his breath ghost across your flesh leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. His weight from behind pressing you further into the mattress beneath you with each new thrust back and forth. Harder than the one that came before. 

“I’m gonna keep fucking you again and again, until I’m certain that you’re carrying my pup woman” Eric wildly snarled, as his thrusts grew more animalistic as he climbed with you, taking another step closer into ecstasy. For His rut had utterly consumed him, feral and ready to claim what was his. You, his omega.

That very thought sent blood rushing downwards, causing his knot to begin to swell. “I’m going to knot you Omega and knot you hard until you forget everything except my name” He growled in your ear. Your ears pricked up sensing the alpha tone that flooded through each syllable spoken. 

“Alpha…..” You mewled wanting nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion and knotted hard by your alpha. The omega within clawed into life, desiring all that was being offered up. 

“Say it or I’ll stop” He threatened as he slowed the pace of his hips down to an agonising pace. Dragging each moment out, a second felt like a lifetime had passed. “SAY IT OMEGA” He screamed as one hand came down, slapping your thigh hard.

“KNOT ME, BITE ME, CLAIM ME ALPHA”  As the last word slipped off the edge of tongue, his teeth slid back into the dent upon your neck that he had made hours before with such ease. You gasped as pleasure and pain intermingled, washing over you once then twice and finally for a third time. Like waves rushing back and forth caressing the shore only to dart out back to sea. Always a moment away from return to the land, just for a moment of contact.

The world had faded away, leaving just you and Eric alone in this moment in time. It was as if the two of you were stuck in the time between one second and the next. With a world to call your own as the threads connected you to him pulled tight and thickened, deepening the bond.

The first bite itself had triggered the initial stages of the bonding process. This fact was something that all parties had been fully aware of. In the moment when they willingly had bitten down hard into your supple flesh, they had chosen. They had all chosen you, to form a new pack. Your mouth watering scent had drawn them in, leading them straight into a collision course with one another. The ending could have been vastly different, bloody and more brutal even for dauntless. 

The mere sight of a helpless omega in an empty corridor inches away from the Pit was tantalising. Especially when the scent of unbonded, unmated Omega in heat was intoxicating enough for most. It was taunting, tempting them to give into their most primal of needs but in the end, they all had relented. Until they were behind closed doors at least.

Four, the noble tragic hero, had fought hardest, fighting tooth and nail against his very nature

but still here he was, regret still lingered on. However Eric didn’t care now nor ever. They had made their beds, now they had to lie in it. They had sunk their teeth in and bitten you.

They were Pack, whether they liked it or not. It was a cold hard truth that needed to be accepted one way or another, especially if they were going to thrive.

Having your two alphas deep inside of you was heaven, filling you up to the brim. You had never thought such a sensation was possible, it was bliss like no other. 

You were lost in the complete ecstasy of it all. Your own fingers were buried deep inside the panting beta’s dripping heat seated to your left. You were struggling to keep a steady rhythm, it was growing more erratic as the pleasure bubbled up inside of you, turning red hot, burning through your veins like a stream of lava trying to escape to the surface. 

You were straddling Four’s lap, his cock buried deep inside your drenched folds with Eric standing behind you thrusting with all he had into your tight puckered hole. You could feel each inch of them both, it wouldn’t be long until you were seeing the edge of the universe race past you. With two orgasms already under your belt, you were chasing the tail end of another. Eric had already taken you hard and fast, taking your virginity now he had claimed the other.  You were completely and utterly his even if he had to share you.

He wasn’t completely heartless or thoughtless before stripping away your virginity. His fingers and tongue had worked you over thoroughly, making you shudder and moan out his name as if it was a prayer.

You had fallen happily into oblivion once more after being driven into the highest realms of ecstasy again and again. Eric had claimed you over and over, only resting briefly to relieve himself, eat and take power naps in between. In these moments, Tris and Four reaffirmed their bond with you with their loving, affectionate touches, never pushing any further knowing that you were exhausted from the last three days. 

When you opened your eyes again, only Tris remained by your side curled into you with her head resting upon your chest. You felt content, at peace even if Eric and Four weren’t there. You craved their attention, their touch but you weren’t alone. You had your beta, she was packed and she made you feel happy.

It was strange to think that three days ago, you hadn’t realised what you were missing even if it had come out of nowhere. Maybe, just maybe things would be better from here on out.

You’d have to wait and see what life with your new pack would bring.

[peachesandlesbians]

You Break Up (Divergent)

Four: Four would be crushed. Utterly crushed. He had given you the world and his heart, but you didn’t see that. He would give you little gifts, though he denied it was from him. Four would try to distance himself from you, but he couldn't; he loved you too much.

“I miss you, Y/N.”

Tris: Tris would be cold and ignore you. She had loved you with all her heart and in return, you crushed it. Tris couldn’t bear to see you anymore and would cut off all contact with you. This would continue until you insisted that she talk to you again. 

“I don’t want to see you, Y/N.” Christiana: Christina would try to laugh it off, pretend she’s okay. She would fail at this probably because of her candor. So when she saw you in the hallway, she would freeze up before running away, trying to stop tears from falling down. You would chase after Christina and comfort her because you still loved her, even after your decision.

“H-hey, Christina, wait up!”

Eric: Eric would be pissed because you sprang this on him without warning. He would remind you that he was the best lover and he was the only one who could make you feel this way. He wouldn’t let you go, not without a fight. After he said that, Eric would kiss you passionately. The next morning, he would be moody, expecting you to leave him.

“So, you’re gonna leave, huh? After what I said?” Peter: Like Christiana, he would pretend to be his usual self. But instead of crying, he would try his best to win you over with subtle flirting, cheesy pick-up lines, and warm hugs. You wouldn’t have any chance but to fall in love with him again, Peter reasoned. And it worked! You never saw this sweet, kind side of that much.  “Hey, Y/N, I’m a trust fund; baby, you can trust me.” ;)

[myriadimagines]

2, Tris + reader, please?

Characters: Reader x Beatrice “Tris” Prior + Will

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

Prompts: “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”

Word Count: 361

A/N: First Divergent request !! (and thank you for requesting prompt 2 I’ve been waiting to write about it)

Want to request a drabble? Read this post [x]

“Shit,” you hiccuped as you threw an arm around Tris’ shoulder. “You’re hilarious when you’re drunk, Stiff. You should do it more often.” 

Laughing, the two of you made your way back to the dorms. As a transfer from Abnegation, Tris had never tried alcohol. You were from Candor, but always hung out with the Dauntless at school, so you were somewhat familiar with it. After a particularly hard day of training, you had finally convinced Tris to go with all the initiates to the bar and get drunk for the first time. 

After a couple of drinks. Tris was more outspoken than usual, and you loved it. She was so much more sassy, and fired comments at anyone who even looked at either of you wrong. 

You flicked on the light of the dorm, and Tris collapsed on the nearest bed. You stumbled over to the bathroom, a bottle still in your hand which you chugged down. You entered the bathroom, and frowned. 

“Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?” you called out to her. You heard Tris groan as she got to her feet and stagger over, leaning on the door frame for support. She laughed as she saw the young man laying in the tub, his face partially hidden as he buried his face in his arm.

“Will,” she called out, and the man didn’t respond. “Will, wake up!” 

“That’s Will?” you burst out laughing, not recognising your fellow initiate. “Oh man, this is going to be so funny to look back on.” 

The two of you stumbled over to Will, who groaned when you lifted up his head. You exchanged looks with Tris, and the two of you grabbed Will and halfheartedly lifted him up.

“Put me down.” he mumbled, and the two of you giggled in response. You dragged him over to a nearby bed and dropped him onto it, before the two of you collapsed on the floor.

“I’m exhausted.” Tris yawned. You didn’t respond, and she looked over to see you had already fallen asleep on the floor. Grinning to herself, she lay down next to you and fell asleep too.

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Imagine: Being Divergent, like Tris, and dating Eric. When Eric finds out, he changes sides so that you won’t get hurt. However, Four and Tris still don’t trust him, so you have to defend him to them. [x] [x]

 Four: You know he can’t be trusted! He hates both of us! Y/N: But, he doesn’t hate me- and, he doesn’t hate divergents. I promise. He was just swept up in the power. Tris: So, what else is he willing to do for power? Y/N: He’s willing to fight on your side, if you’d just let him.

Want to request an imagine?

[fandomnerd9602]

Cheistina and Tris (seperatly) x gn!reader who caught cold, but refuses to stay in bed or any medical attention?

Fandom: Divergent

How they React…

Tris

She’ll work out a deal, the more you stay in bed, the more she’ll pamper you while you recover. Expect plenty of chicken soup and forehead kisses.

Christina

She’ll strap you down to your bed if you won’t stay there. “It’s for your own good” she’ll say. She’ll feed you medicine and chicken soup, forcefully if necessary. And then she’d top it off with a kiss to your knuckles

[peachesandlesbians]

Cheating On You And Regretting It Afterwards (Divergent)

Four: It was one kiss with someone else. Four pushed them away and exhaled, his breath trembling. What was he doing? He loved you; he knew he did. Four just felt so damn guilty. He couldn’t look you in the eye. 

“Y/N. We need to talk.”

Afterward, it was complete hell for Four. You were ignoring him. You appreciated his honesty, but needed time for yourself. Four tried his best to get you back by writing you sweet little notes and giving you gifts. He was well aware that it looked like a bribe, but he was trying everything.

“I got you something.”

Tris: Tris was fighting, practicing her skills, hoping to make it in Dauntless. A trainee grabbed and kissed her. It was nothing like your kiss. The trainee’s kiss was harsh with no love; the opposite of yours. Tris pushed them away and kicked them in their private part.

“Screw. You.”

Afterward, Tris chased you down and told you about what happened. She was almost in tears. She felt so guilty, even though it wasn’t her fault.  “Babe. Tris. Listen to me. It’s okay; it’s not your fault.”

Christina: It was supposed to be a fling, no strings attached. But you were so busy with training so Christina had no one else. So she went back to her “fling”, leaving you to catch on after her repeated claims that she was “busy”. You caught her right in the middle of something. 

“Y/N? Ah, shit. What’re you doing here?” You inhaled. “I trusted you. I actually loved you.”

Afterwards, you avoided Christina whenever you could. She tried to talk to you every day, but it seemed like you disappeared. Finally, Four made you talk to her. 

“She loves you. I know she does.”

It was a tough conversation. You cried. Twice. If you got back together, things would be different, you decided. Honesty, love, comfort. The basis of your new relationship.

Eric: It was a long affair, purely physical. They could give him the roughness and anger you didn’t have. You caught them together. You want right over there and slapped Eric, too overcome with anger to be sad.

“Y/N . . . what the hell are you doing here?”

Afterward, there was a frosty silence between there. You hated Eric with every fiber of your being. He just missed you. It was your choice if you got back together or not.

“I miss you, Y/N.”

Peter: Peter wouldn’t even realize what he’s done until you catch him, his lips on someone else. You’ll have no time to mourn, preferring to slap Peter and scream that he’s a “cheating bastard”. He’ll pretend to be his regular self, but he regrets everything.

“I-Yeah, I’m good.”

Afterward, he would date the person but he would miss you. Anytime you flirted to someone else, Peter would glower at them even though he didn’t date you anymore. He would miss you so much. Finally, he would break up with them and ask if you could take him back.

“Y/N . . . Please, I miss you like hell.”