#eames fanfic

[living-from-a-new-perspective]

Guys, I know, I KNOW this fandom is 15 years old. But if I said I wanted to write an Arthur/Eames hanahaki fic, would you be interested?

[xianjaneway]

Who needs someone to read their fanfic over Christmas break?

I'm a fast reader (over 700 wpm) & if you're craving comments & kudos, I'd love to read your stuff, & say nice things about your fics, to lift your spirits over the holidays.

NO CRITICISM unless you ask me for it.

I just know how hard the holidays are for a lot of people, & would like to make you smile. I'm not at the mental/emotional place where I can write my own fics yet, but I CAN encourage others. It's my spiritual gift, lol. (IYKYK)

Fandoms include (in no particular order):

Marvel, Star Trek, Good Omens, OFMD, James Bond, Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Sherlock, OUAT, Inception, Tenet, & some Star Wars (like Andor, though I'm willing to branch out).

Any rating, any pairing, & while I'd love it if they WEREN'T depressing, I'll read sad fics to make your day.

I also download fanfics to an audio reader, & listen to them while I work.

Ha, I've reached my tag limit for the first time, ever!

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

*COMPLETED*

*This will follow the plot of the 2010 film 'Inception'*

description - Y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in, he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside carrying his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb searches to find peace and Y/n is confronted with a man who tugs on her heart and infiltrates her dreams.

*reader is 20*

a/n - welcome to my first multi-chapter fic and it is with a character from the talented Cillian Murphy! I watched Oppenheimer the other day, so I've been rewatching his filmography and I obviously came back to Inception. Inception is hands down my favourite film and I think it was this performance that put Cillian on the map as an actor of tremendous talent!

a/n 2 - each chapter will have it's own warnings but the general ones are SPOILERS! (also should there be a taglist for this?)

Series Word Count - 37k

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"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."

A Leap of Faith

To Build Cathedrals

Meeting Your Mark

Painted Windmill

A Lesson in Planning

Conscience Makes Cowards of Us All

Damsel in Distress

A Son's First Hero; A Daughter's First Love

Mr Charles and Miss Nobody

You Knew?

Go To Sleep, Miss Y/n

Couldn't Someone Have Dreamed of a Goddamn Beach?

Lies Are Weak Foundations

The Kick

Come Back To Reality

I Dreamed We’d Grow Old Together

[thestalwartheart]

WIP Whenever

Some Arthur x Eames for you this week. I've been chipping away at this to escape the pressures of real life (these boys have many, many more problems than me - it's very useful).

The thing is, they’ve fucked. Of course they’ve fucked.

Arthur met Eames when he was twenty-one, plucked fresh out of Dubya’s military and high off his own self-confidence. There was no way he was keeping his dick out of the equation. Not after he saw that fine SAS-issued t-shirt stretching across Eames’ overinflated tits.

(Eames’ words, not his.)

It was a good fuck. Fun. Cathartic. Necessary after that first run with a PASIV. The actual sex is mostly a blur to Arthur these days, but he can recall with vivid clarity Eames trying to psychoanalyse him beforehand.

“Christ, you’re keen. I bet the Army boys loved you.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell, Eames.”

He only means it as a joke, but Eames’ hands slow. He plays with the tags around Arthur’s neck; those tags Arthur hates wearing, but that he’ll continue to wear doggedly for a year or two anyway.

“Darling.”

“Don’t,” says Arthur, grabbing for Eames’ belt. “I’m serious.”

“As am I.”

[abigbroombroomhelicopter]

Eames/Arthur fans, currently looking for a fic where Mal killed Arthur and they became shades in Dom's mind. And during one of Dom's work, Eames met Arthur and fell in love, not knowing that the real Arthur is dead in real life.

I think I've read it is livejournal but I'm not sure, I can't find it. I hope someone will remember.

[wolfpants]

Sudden urge to reread all the Eames/Arthur fics that emotionally destroyed me 10 years ago

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

dying without ur art king pls come back and feed us

o no… it hasnt even been very long yet! Yall got kinda spoiled with my speedy hangster art for a bit there but im truly very inconsistent, sometimes i draw fast and sometimes i draw slow ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I was sick for awhile and am working on a comic for a fundraiser for a family in Gaza now, so idk when i’ll have more art for you guys :/

Heres a sketch from while i was rewatching terminator judgement day the other day at least?😅

[aphyxiation]

“Fancy seeing you here,” said a distinctly British voice, cutting right through the local chatter – a voice that Arthur was intimately familiar with. He turned around with a glare. “Eames,” he said in lieu of a greeting. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

So I originally wrote this fic for day 10 of Whumptober but then life happened so I was only able to edit and post it now (at least it's still October lol)

It's a rather self-indulgent mix of smut and angst, because it's October and it's exactly what I crave.

Written for day 10 Whumptober prompt: Blow to the head/slurred words/passing out from pain/"I can't think straight"

Hope you enjoy! <3

[thedevilshardy]

What turns them on - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part I: Alfie, Bane, Eames. Smut.

Alternative titel: how to get them hard.

Or: just my horny nonsense.

Alfie Solomons

This man is the definition of a lady killer. He scares you in a way, but in a good one - that's why you're not afraid of coming too close to him. You let your hands wander over his shoulders, grip the joints, and love the deep grunt that escapes his chest.

Once you have his attention, he will not stop. He pushes you into the corner of the room, grabs a handfull of your hair - pulls your head back, and sucks in the scent of your throat. You can feel his body very close to you, can feel his groin, the heat that spreads from there. You can feel he's already half hard, but that's not enough for you. You need more of this.

He pushes your hands away when you try to touch his dick - "lil' cocky, ain't we, luv" he growls into your ear, and then he pushes you against the wall for real, back smashed against the wall, and his hip just dives between your legs.

He has a kink for dresses, so if you wear one - his hands are already there, pushing up the fabric, just enough that his fingers can sneak between your folds - and this makes him hard now, fully hard, and he has no shame in pushing this thick dick right in between your legs, and it's hot and more than anything you ever wanted...

Bane

Thick, broad, strong - Bane is a fucking huge monster, and he for sure knows how to use his apperiance to spread fear. But also something else, and it's you who gets to experience it. First, you swallow when you feel his heated hand in your hair, on your throat, exploring your skin for good. It's a surprise, knocking out the air in your lungs when you land with your back on a bed - with his thick legs spreading yours, his knees between your thighs so he can see what he desires.

Bane is fast in undressing you - but then, once your clothes are gone and he sees you naked, bloomed open for him like a wild flower - he takes his sweet time. His fingers are nearly soft in exploring your folds, your wet middle, your goddamn heat. He growls, and he pushes his heavy body closer to you, and you can feel what it does to him. It's not easy to oversee this huge bulge in his pants, and all you want is to be spread open with this dick.

He doesn't let you feel it, this thick huge cock, not now. He still takes his time touching you, making you so fucking wet is almost not bearable - and you can feel that your screams for more are making him harder every second he's not inside you.

He's a sucker for visual things. Watches you like something he's possessed by.

Eames

Cheeky as he is, he never fails to impress with the way he gets hot. It's not only your shared flat where he wants to get it on with you - you can't even travel without him being all around you. He loves to touch, to grope, to just feel something of you on his skin. It's not unusual that you feel his hands on your ass when you both check in for a flight.

He adores adventures, that's why he tends to stroke you hidden - first, on visible spots that just make you giggle, then he goes further. He's a master in touching you without anyone noticing - that's why he ends up fucking grinding his fingers between your legs, despite your jeans. It's nearly enough to make him fully hard - but only nearly, cause he knows what you are about to do.

Eames adores blowjobs. Once you pull him in the very tight cabine of the toilet of the flight and drop down to your knees, you can be sure that his dick is already grown to full hardness when you pull it out. He loves watching you licking your lips before you suck his dick in, between those pillow soft lips of yours. It gets him hot and horny in seconds, and he keeps your head down just to make sure you won't slip off. He tastes salty and sweet, showing you exactly how fucking weak he gets when you do this.

[safaiagem]

No Definition - Series Masterpost

If you look at my fic writing history, you'll see a rather large gap between 2007 and 2010. The reality is I was in the process of having a complete mental breakdown, which eventually led to hospitalization and moving back home. So fandom and writing weren't hugely on my priority list even if I never gave it up, I was doing more original stuff during that time, but in 2010, I ended up seeing Inception, and I really liked it. It was there that I found the "party post" over on Oh No They Didn't, which let me find fanfiction again and, eventually, Inception Kink. Despite being in fandom for nearly a decade, I joined very young [14], so I didn't know what a kink meme was. I found so many, not even smutty, prompts and wrote my little heart out that, to this day, Inception towers over everything else on AO3 in terms of sheer quantity of fics.

I wrote three different origin stories for Arthur and Eames during that time. One spawned two sequels before sputtering out, the other never really got off the ground (though maybe I should go back and look at it now), and then Against Us just clicked. The series is called No Definition because Arthur and Eames did not define what they were to each other, grew, and was primarily written between 2011 and 2013; I did return to the series in 2020 for another one-shot. I've never marked it as complete because I always feel like I could come back to this series at any given time. There are six entries at the time of writing for a total word count of 142,458 as of January 2025. Story details and links are below.

"I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be." - Bob Dylan

Against Us AO3 and Livejournal Words: 31,552 Rating: M Summary: When Arthur and Eames first met, they thought they had found someone they could comfortably call a 'friend' for the rest of their lives. The mind crime business, like most things, complicates things.

Sweet Vendetta AO3 and Livejournal Words: 26,254 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames are a perfect pair in the dream world, but when they are confronted with a job that tests their morals, they decide to turn it down. They are attacked and go on the run, eventually ending up in California. Newlyweds Cobb and Mal invite them on a job, but it is not what it seems to be. Arthur, Eames, Cobb, and Mal must fight for their lives and the ones they care about, or the job might send them to limbo or worse.

Poison Your Own System AO3 and Livejournal Words: 17,516 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames were two of the best in the business, second only to their friends Cobb and Mal. Cobb and Mal said they were no longer dreaming because they had a family now. Yet that was a promise they were willing to make and a risk they were willing to take to study depth. When the unthinkable happens, Arthur and Eames are forced to run a job where there might be something more lurking in one of their team member's subconscious.

Case Closed AO3 and Livejournal Words: 21,278 Rating: M Summary: When Agent Nathan Burman of the International Dream Crime Association learns from an informant that a team has attempted inception, he knows this will be the case that propel him to the top. Catching the people who have attempted inception might be a little harder than Nathan originally thought. Takes place between Against Us and I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy

I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy AO3 and Livejournal Words: 36,358 Rating: M Summary: After an attempt on Cobb's life leaves him in hiding, Arthur and Eames begin to look into who could have taken out the hit. While they are eating dinner, an assassin tries to kill them as well. They quickly move in and save Ariadne and Yusuf, but the four of them find that they are in way over their heads. They must find help from an extremely unlikely source and keep one step ahead of a man willing to put any price on their heads.

Why All Those in Charge Are Not Trusted to Drive a Car AO3 and Livejournal Words: 9,500 Rating: M Summary: Arthur and Eames have just come off a very tiring job, and they would really just like to fuck and maybe sleep for the next 48 hours, preferably in that order. Then, a bunch of armed men kick down their door to kidnap them and force them to do a job, and that just really puts a damper on things.

[potter-solomons]

Sometimes his eyebrows threaten to throw me over the edge.

*all the times. all the times they threaten to throw me over the edge.

*all of him. All of HIMBS all the times threatens to throw me over the edge.

*he always throws me over the edge.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(1)

A Leap of Faith

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

a/n - this is going to be multiple parts as I thought that would be preferable to a 20k fic. So let me know what you think! Also should I make a taglist for this???? (it's my first time doing a multi-chapter so I don't really know :)

description - y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside with his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb finds peace and Y/n finds her one true love.

*reader is 20*

warnings - angst, dream infiltrating, incepting an idea into someones mind (which comes with it's own ethical qualms), mentions of death, creepy men.

word count - 1.2k

a/n - watched Oppenheimer so yeah...Cillian Murphy.

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Some thought I was stupid. Following my father into a life of crime. Every day my life was threatened and every day I felt unsafe in my skin. But I couldn’t let my father go. I knew mom hadn’t been well since they woke from their dream.

Dad had told me they’d been stuck for 50 years and I suddenly realised how muddled my mom had become. So I knew there was no way he’d killed her that night. She’d wanted to wake up and she wanted him to come with her.

So I followed my dad because I’d rather be a criminal than be without him. Some thought my father was stupid for letting me follow. But truth was, he wanted me with him as well. We couldn’t see James and Philippa so we settled for the family we had left. Us two.

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The clock’s hands on my watch reached 30. I hurriedly placed the headphones onto Nash’s head and began the music.

Arthur woke up first as the sedative wore off. He told me that Saito had figured it out and we needed to disappear. I helped him with the others. Seconds later Nash and dad woke up in succession.

“How did you mess up the carpet?”

“I didn’t know he was going to rub his face on it.” I rolled my eyes at his incompetency.

“You always have to expect them to do the unexpected!” I voiced my concerns.

“Oh yeah how about you go down there with us instead of judging from up here!”

“I’ve been in dreams longer than you’ve been alive my friend.” I smirked at him but felt him sidle up to my ear and whisper. “I’d have you on the carpet.” He was roughly shoved back by Arthur. In the years of him working with my dad, Arthur had practically become my protector and he looked out for me at every turn.  He glared at Nash in warning and jerked his head towards where my dad was packing up. Arthur could handle him on his own but he relished in the fear that spread across his eyes.

I helped my dad pack up the case and took the hand he offered me as he led me down the bullet train.

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I joined dad in his hotel room with Arthur and we prepared to leave. We only stayed in the same room in very dire circumstances as dad believed I was safer far from him. Or because he felt safer alone.

When I entered, I noticed the spinning top.

Mom.

Dad followed my eyes and then looked down ashamed. I knew what he was doing. He was hanging on the balance of dream and reality, convincing himself that mom was wrong.

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We three came to the rooftop, ready to fly away from this mess. But the closer we got, we noticed Nash slumped, bloody and bruised. Suddenly Saito appeared from the other side.

“He sold you out, in exchange for my sparing of his life.” Of course, it would be him! I tried to appear angry but I felt nothing. Our lives would be over soon.

Saito offered my father a gun but he declined saying that he doesn’t handle things that way. As Nash was dragged out of the helicopter we were invited to take our seats. I followed nervously.

“What will you do with him?”

“Nothing, but I can’t speak for Cobal engineering.” Ice ran down my spine, understanding the fate we narrowly avoided. Dad grasped my shaking hands.

“What do you want from us?”

“Inception. Is it possible?” Dad tensed and tightened his grip on my hands.

“Of course not!” Arthur answered.

“If you can steal an idea from someone’s mind, why can’t you plant one instead.”

“Okay, here’s me planting an idea in your mind. I say, ‘don’t think about elephants’, what do you think about?”

“Elephants.”

“Right but it wasn’t your idea. Because you know I gave it to you.”

I jumped in to assist. “The subjects mind can always trace the genesis of the idea, true inspiration is impossible to fake.”

My dad softly whispered beside me, and I managed to make out his disagreement with mine and Arthur’s points.

“Can you do it?” Saito smirked.

“Are you offering me a choice? Cause I can find my own way to square things with Cobal.”

“Then you have a choice.”

“Then I choose to leave, sir.”

“You want to take that risk? You want her to take that risk?” His piercing eyes lifted to mine and I felt my dad’s palms sweat at the thought of me in danger. He knew Cobal engineering would not even spare his daughter.

We landed outside of a private jet and I jumped out first ready to leave. I was enchanted by the scale of the jet but my happiness was short lived when I remembered who I was and what was going to happen, once again. Arthur and Dad joined my stride but we were halted by Saito’s voice. A final plea.

“How would you like to go home.” No. How dare he taunt us like that. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home with my dad and he chooses to dangle that freedom in front of us like a donkey with a carrot!

“Can’t fix that! No one can!”

“Just like Inception.” I don’t know if it was the sincerity in his voice but I chose to shuck off Arthur’s hand on my arm and walk back towards the helicopter.

“You’re serious. Aren’t you? Well how complex is the idea.”

"y/n what are you doing?"

“Simple enough.”

I scoffed. “No idea is simple enough if you have to plant it in someone’s mind.”

“My main competitor is an old man in poor health. His son will soon inherit his father’s business. I need him to decide to break up his father’s empire.” A business deal. Did I expect anything less. At least we could remove emotions from it. Simple and transactional.

My father joined the discussion. “If I did this-If I even could do this.” He grabbed my hand. “We’d need a guarantee. How do I know you can deliver?”

“You don’t! But I can. So, do you want to take a leap of faith?”

I shivered hearing my mother’s words pour out of this man’s mouth.

“Or become an old man, filled with regret?”

Dad lowered his head into a gentle nod.

“Assemble your team Mr Cobb, and choose your people more wisely.” The helicopter doors closed and up it went. In a daze I followed them onto the jet and sat down, silent.

“Look, I know how much you two want to go home--”

“No. Arthur, you don’t.” The first words I’d said in over an hour. I punctuated them by standing up and locking myself in the bathroom. Dad’s fingers brushed mine as I left in a brazen attempt to stop me.

As I sat there I thought back on my life, specifically the before. Pictures and films of our happy family danced through my head and I cried. I cried for the first time since we’d left that day. Since I’d hugged my baby siblings goodbye and promised them I’d be back soon. I cried thinking there might be a way. This was our chance.

I splashed water on my face and made my way back out with a fresh smile. I rested my arm on my dad’s shoulder.

“we’re doing this.” I announced. “I know, sweetie.”

I relaxed back into my seat, assured in our choice but nervous of the outcome. “So, where to now.”

“Paris. We need another architect.”

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taglist: @jonsncws @h-l-vlovesvintage

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

ying and yang? you mean the exact moment eames opens his mouth and the realisation dawns on arthur that he is a sucker for british tongue and the exact moment eames overhears arthur speaking french and he discovers that he has raging kink for accents?

[jasmasson]

Rec: Inception: We can do this until we pass out by delires

Fandom: Inception Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Eames Rating: Explicit Length: 28,478 words (series 49,299) Creator Links: Delires at AO3 Theme: AU, Class issues

Summary: Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out. (The one where Eames is a chav)

Reccer’s Notes: An AU where canonical Arthur and Dom meet chav!Eames in London pre-canon. Arthur has a one night stand with Eames, which against his better judgement develops into something else. This is a wonderful fic, sexy, funny, clever, and while changing a few fundamentals still keeps them in character and the plot leading up to inception perfectly believable. The Arthur/Eames fandom burned hot but short, but during that time there were great authors in the fandom and some brilliant fics. This is one of them.

Fanwork links: We can do this until we pass out (The Chav!Verse)

[killymafterdark]

Venom jumped on the projection’s back, knocking it over so violently that Arthur was surprised the man didn’t die instantly. Venom roared, pinning the man’s head to the ground with clawed hands. He leaned over his back, on all fours, like an animal, and then… Then he opened his mouth, and a thick, pink, impossibly long tongue slid out from behind the row of deadly teeth, slowly dripping saliva all over the projection’s face.

“I wish I could taste you,” Venom said as he dragged his tongue from the projection’s neck, over the side of his face, and up to the hairline. “I just know you’d taste so good.”

Arthur’s eye twitched in disbelief as he felt a familiar warmth pooling heavy in his loins. Un-fucking-believable.

“Well, fuck,” he said under his breath and squeezed his hand tighter on Eames’ shirt.

“Arthur?” Eames asked, his hand closing over Arthur’s own. “It’s okay. Venom won’t harm you.”

“That’s not really what I’m worried about,” he whispered, as he focused on Venom’s claws slowly digging into the projection’s shoulders for better grip as he leaned even lower, mouth opening wider, tongue still dancing over the man’s features. When Venom suddenly chomped down his teeth on its head, and his claws ripped down the projection’s back, Arthur breathed out a choked-up gasp.

“What?”

Arthur’s eyes snapped back to Eames’ face. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

He almost ran to the building’s door, trying to ignore the heat searing his cheeks.

My number one mission in life is to crossover Inception with e v e r y t h i n g. Venom was the perfect place to start. Don't be fooled by the humor, 70% of this fic is straight-up p0rn. You can read the rest at AO3: I Wanna Feel You, I Want It All

Explicit | 10,2k words | Arthur/Eames (Eddie)/Venom | #PWP #rimming #bondage #breathplay #edging #begging #DP

[aphyxiation]

So, the last few weeks were not the best, and what surprisingly helped was getting into the new fandom. 14 years too late. Oops.

I just thought it would be quite selfish of me not to contribute anything to this lovely fandom.

To whoever reading this - hope you enjoy it <3