#eames smut

[hecatemoon87]

Eames Wins a Bet: Part II

➡️ Part I

Warnings ⚠️ SMUT 💯

NO minors.

"This isn't fair," Lila said, pouting. She folded her arms and pushed out her bottom lip.

Eames was becoming rather annoyed. Lila could make him so angry, and yet, at the same time, turn him on like no other woman before.

He wanted to toss her over his knee and give her a proper spanking. Then, of course, rail her raw.

Eames needed to tred lightly, however. Showing her any sort of interest at this point would make him lose advantage. And he couldn't have that now, could he.

"Shut your bloody mouth just for once, Lila," he said, adjusting a cuff link.

Arthur awkwardly adjusted his tie, trying to pretend he had not just seen Lila moan.

Lila had lost a bet to Eames. She was wearing a vibrator. And the remote of said vibrator was in Eames' control.

"I don't suppose we could focus on the job?" Arthur asked.

"Sounds perfectly reasonable," Eames nodded. "Don't you agree, Lila?"

She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "Of course. I'm a professional, unlike you," she said, brushing past Eames.

Eames rolled his eyes and went off to perform his part in the heist. He casually walked towards the restrooms, then diverted down a side hallway that connected to the breaker room.

A few nights ago, Eames scouted out this location. He used city blueprints to determine the layout of the building. And also researched the security situation and found it laughably limited.

All he needed to do was hit the breaker, disconnecting the power to cause confusion and powering off the security system.

Dom wanted one thing. A rare Ming vase that was on display in the galla.

With a flick of the wrist, the breaker was turned off. The lights blacked out, and Eames removed his mobile to switch on the flash light app.

As he removed his phone from his pocket, he heard the vibrator remote hit the floor.

"Damn it," he muttered, glancing around with the light from his phone. After several moments of searching, he heard a crunch under his foot.

Meanwhile, Lila was in charge of swiping the vase. It was small, about six inches in height, easy to hold in the palm of the hand.

She was in the process of slipping the vase from the glass case when the vibrator started.

"Oh, shit," she almost moaned. She had to work fast. She got the vase and handed it off to Arthur. As she did, the vase almost slipped from her hand.

Luckily Arthur caught it and pulled Lila close.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

"Eames. I'm, oh! I'm going to kill him," Lila said, breaking off from Arthur and trying to find a restroom to remove the vibrator.

She booked it down the hallway towards the restrooms, but she took the wrong corridor towards the breaker room.

Eames was exiting the breaker room when he heard heels coming down the hallway at him. He turned to see the silhouette of a female charging down the hall.

Lila slowed to a halt in front of Eames.

"What the fuck? Where's the restroom?" Lila gasped.

"Why are you here and not at the checkpoint?" Eames asked, confused.

In an instant, Lila slapped him. Eames blinked and was about to ask her what the hell was her problem when she released a sexy little yip.

"Oh, shit, the remote," Eames said.

"Where is it? Make it stop, my clit can't take much more!" She said, trying to dig into his pockets.

"Yeah, I don’t have it. It broke," Eames said, chuckling a little.

"You idiot!" Lila said, now distressed and trying to pull up her dress.

"We don't have time for that, come on. We'll be caught if we linger," Eames said, grabbing her arm.

Eames suddenly heard voices down the hallway. "Time to go, love," he said, taking Lila by the arm and hauling ass the opposite direction of the voices.

The sound of her heels was too loud, so he picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder.

He ran lightly, deeper into the building, and found some stairs going up. He felt Lila's tiny fists beating his back, but he ignored it until he found a room to hide.

Once safety inside the room, Eames placed her down and then fumbled around for a light switch. Once the lights came on, he went over to Lila, who had already hiked up her dress and was wiggling out of her panties.

She successfully removed the rogue vibrator and tossed it Eames' chest.

"Ow," he said as it hit him.

"Oh, shut up!" Lila said, breathing heavily. "What the fuck, Eames?! You almost made me fuck up the mission!"

"Calm down, everything still went according to plan," he said, placing his hands in his pockets.

"But now we can't leave, or we'll get caught!" She hissed as she pulled her panties back up.

Eames arched an eyebrow.

"Oh? Is the fearless Lila afraid?"

Lila folded her arms and glared. "No, I'm not afraid. I'm annoyed, Ian!"

She almost never called him Ian, so she must have really been pissed.

"You know, you would have been fine with all this if you hadn't lost the bet," Eames said.

"Yes, I would have. But then someone cheated," she snapped.

Eames felt his blood boil, and in an instant, he grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her back onto a red couch positioned against one of the walls in the room.

The room apparently was some sort of private viewing area for a display that was no longer there.

Pinning her down firmly, him firmly between her legs, her dress pushed up and spilling out around her waist.

"Eames!" She squeaked and wiggled with futility.

"I'm so fucking sick of your spoiled brat attitude," he growled.

"If you're so sick of it, then why are you hard?" She said smugly.

Eames could feel his blood pumping, he needed her, and he needed her now.

"Fucking hell, shut your gorgeous little mouth," he said, covering her red lips with his hungry ones.

He raised her arms above her head and used one hand to hold her wrists. With the other, he stroked her very wet and warm, little cunt.

He left her lips and let go of her arms to yank off the panties. He glided both hands underneath her dress, allowing his fingertips to feel her lovely smooth, toned legs.

She allowed her legs to fall open, and he gazed down upon her precious flower.

"Is your cunny too tender," he said, idly grazing his thumb lightly down her slit. She moaned and closed her eyes, savoring his touch. "Or is the little slut ready for a proper fuck?"

She nodded silently, staring as he unzipped his trousers, unleashing his throbbing phallus. Not waiting any longer, he plunged in, dividing her walls and forcing open her void.

Her hot core and honey consumed him, causing a very throaty growl to come forth from his barrel chest.

"Jesus, how are you still so fucking tight after so long, huh? Are you finally telling men no when they ask to fuck you," he teased.

"You're a jerk," she said, pinching his ass.

He chuckled and dipped his head as he fucked her. He felt her rake her dainty fingers through his hair.

When he looked into her eyes again, her facial expression was soft and calm. He couldn't help but slow his thrusting and admire her beauty.

"You okay?" He asked as she stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry I called you a cheat," she said, softly.

"All in good fun, I know," he said, rubbing his nose over hers.

"Do you hate me?" She asked.

"What? No, I don't. Why would I have my cock buried in you if I did," he said, chuckling.

But she frowned, and he corrected his comment.

"I don't hate you. I get frustrated with you, but I respect you," he said, kissing her cheek and trailing the kisses to her neck.

He flexed his cock inside her and she cooed. He returned to his thrusting, but now, instead of fucking, he transitioned into love making.

Afterward, they sorted themselves out and found a hallway that led them to the back of the building where a fire escape was located.

By the time Arthur and Dom filed out of the building they were surprised to see Eames and Lila waiting for them.

"Where the hell did you two go?" Dom said, sternly.

"And how'd you get outside before us?" Arthur asked confused.

"Don't worry about it. The job's done, the night was successful," Eames said, causally bringing Lila in close to him and kissing her cheek.

She giggled and blushed.

Arthur seemed even more confused. "I thought you two were going to kill each other an hour ago?"

Dom shook his head. "Arthur, don't try to understand the chemistry between them. It will only make your head hurt."

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Tom Hardy Kinktober 15 -

O is for Oral Fixation [Eames]

He licks his lips, looking at you. "What?" You flush. "Gunna fucking eat you up." He murmurs. He shoves you up against the sidetable, sinking to his knees. "Eames, what has gotten into you." You murmur. "I just wana suck on something, real bad." Eames replies.

He rucks up your skirts and yanks down your panties. "OOoh fuck, let me taste you. I need it so bad." He scooches closer, mouth open wide. You grab the edge of the sidetable. "Eames?" You whisper. "I just wana ... hear you moan okay, nothing else." He replies. His lips seal around your womanhood and he moans. His tongue thrusts out to run between your folds, finding your clit. You grasp onto the sidetable, moaning loudly. Eames groans in reply.

He sucks on your pussy, fucks you with his tongue and licks circles around your clit. He is moaning all the while. There is nothing he quite enjoys as much as eating you out. He adores sucking on every part of your pussy, shoving his face firmly between your thighs and getting as deep in there as he can. His slacks are tented, but all he focusses on his your cunt.

You do your best to keep your legs steady, clinging onto the edge of the side table. "B-babe, sofa." You rasp. Eames lets you go, ever so briefly. His lips are sensually swollen, glistening with his saliva and your arousal. "Hurry." He rasps.

You hurry over to the sofa.

Eames crawls between your legs, shoving his mouth against your pussy right away. He groans loudly, sucking and licking swiftly. "Hmm, fuck, you taste so good." He growls. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. Eames groans, beyond aroused by being fed more of your cunt. He palms himself through his trousers. He moans loudly, his tongue shoving into you. "Hmmm fuck baby." You moan. "Cum in my mouth." Eames groans, sucking down on your clit. You squeal in utter pleasure. "I'm gonna need a bit more." You reply. "I'll cum before you do." Eames groans. "I don't mind." You cooe. "But I wana cum inside you." Eames protests.

"Just make me cum, baby." You reply. "Yes ma'am." Eames dives back between your thighs, lavishing at every part of your pussy. You moan loudly. "So good for me." You grunt. Eames moans in reply, sucking your clit, working it with lips and tongue. "Guh-Gods." You feel your orgasm build at the base of your spine. "More baby, more!" You urge him.

Eames groans, his hips bucking on nothing. His ears burn and his cheeks are red with fluster. "F-fuck." He mumbles against your cunt. I chuckle, pressing him closer against you. "Good lad." You purr. Eames sags against you, shoving his tongue into you, trying to reach your g-spot. "Fuck yes, good lad." You moan, rocking into his face. "So close baby, so close, so close." You cry out.

He switches back to your clit and you cry out, arching into him. The lightning strikes down your spine and your mind in whiped blank. Eames' tongue slips back into you, to feel your inner walls contract.

"Did you cum untouched?" You manage to moan.

[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

[bubuslutty]

Arthur (inception)

character taste test

warning: nsfw (x gn reader)

okay I watched the movie and read like 2 fanfics so far on ao3. but what's worse is that this happened while I was on my periods and I was going feral and I think I imprinted on Arthur and Eames??? ? but mostly Arthur for some reason cuz I had this weird dream of the actor before watching the film. like I have only seen him once in this random movie as background noise while I was on holidays but I still managed to dream abt him and it's terrifying. 

this is going to be horny because that's what I'm feeling tonight. so buckle up, ladies. 

Arthur.

The most memorable thing about him, to me, after his beautiful face and voice, is how he works. He's good at what he does. He's smart. He knows what the hell he's doing. 

And maybe in some universe, I think he's also the same way in bed. When he's in a mood. I'd like to think he'd laugh and giggle a bit with his lover while they're making out and half naked, y'know. If they actually love each other and not just regular fuck buddies. 

But then he'd try to wipe his smile away from his face, he'd wanna be serious about this, so he tries so hard to stop giggling so he can focus on opening his lover up on his fingers. 

"Alright, that's enough. Let me do my job." He says, trying not to grin. 

But also, what if he's extra moody, what if he's a bit mean? Then what? 

Then Arthur would play his lover like a fucking guitar. He's not going to waste any time teasing them or anything, he's going to dive straight in, use his hands, mouth, cock, toys, whatever’s needed to reduce his darling to a whimpering, shaking, drooling mess. 

And what if they cried a lil? Overstimulated and completely out of it while he still speaks to them in that gentle, yet stern voice? "Look at me. How do you feel? Can you tell me how you feel?" 

He'd deffo wipe his lover's tears away while gently shushing them, will already have a box of tissues close by, wiping their face and giving them little kisses right after.

But also, I think he can be lazy in bed. You know, he's out there, doing jobs to get that bag so he can come back to his penthouse, sleep in for half of the day or more to recharge because he's just so fucking exhausted. And when he wakes up, he loves having his lover close so he can reach them, just pulling them in with his hand wrapped around their wrist. 

And then he's going to give them slow, slow kisses, all over, while telling them how cute and lovely and beautiful they are, cupping their cheeks while they're sitting on his lap. And when he's done, he'll pull them in, whisper in their ear how he'd like to fuck them. 

"Let me fuck you, honey." 

He'd probably hug them close to his chest while they ride him, will buck his hips a couple of times, just touching them and groping them all over, practically just allowing himself to be used like a toy even though he asked to fuck them, he sure isn't doing much fucking. But it doesn't really matter because his lover is obsessed with his cock, just gasping and moaning while he's panting and whispering unintelligible words in their ears, maybe he's praising them for being perfect for him, maybe he's telling them how grateful he is to have such a wet tight little hole to fuck into waiting for him at home.

He cums with his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and his Adams apple bobbing. Then his eyelids droop and he yawns, ready to go back to sleep, sweaty and sticky with cum. His loved one is still on top of him, his cock still buried inside them. And if they somehow haven't came as well, Arthur lays on his back and drags his lover with him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach and he reaches down their body, over the dip of their waist and the swell of their ass to reach their wet hole to shove his finger inside and make them cum against him. 

When they cum for him, he gives them one kiss on the forehead, sucks his own fingers clean and goes straight back to sleep, all filthy, sticky and naked with no care in the world. 

During those days, Arthur is lazy, allowing himself to just exist without having to worry about anything while he recharges to go back out there in the real world and risk his life for thousands of dollars so he afford a penthouse above the clouds and city.

a/n: that's all I have for now. how did I do? :))

[roosterbox]

Suppose I should post this here too.

New thing! It’s the angry A/E Smut Fic I wrote out of frustration a few weeks ago. Finally finished editing the thing, or at least got to a point with the editing process where I just figured “fuck it, post it anyway!” Either way, it’s here now.

Next project: October almost-drabbles. But more on them later…

[killym]

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.

Rating: Explicit Fandoms: Inception (2010) & Venom (Marvel Movies) Relationship: Arthur/Eames/Venom Wordcount: 10,256

Three spicy tags: Tentacles, DP, Bondage

Once upon a time, in a life that he left behind long ago, Eames was Eddie Brock. He still has Venom, though, who makes a surprising appearance in the middle of a job, exposing a part of Eames' life that he wasn't ready to share with Arthur. Arthur, who apparently has no shame or survival instinct because an enormous, possibly extraterrestrial, deadly monster ripping projections to literal pieces is making him hot and fucking bothered.

Or: First, Arthur gets flustered by Venom and doesn’t like it. Then, Arthur gets railed by Venom and loves it.

[shredsandpatches]

I've just written a Doctor Faustus fic that opens with a brief meditation on Saint Augustine and yet I have not managed to work in an accompanying reference to Contra Faustum. Given my line of work, I feel I'm falling down on the job a bit.

I mean, I'm still editing it, maybe I should ask my colleague in the theology department how to slot it in gracefully. (NB. I will not be doing that)

[littleplasticrat]

I'm not a writer but there are so many fanfics which completely changed me or rewrote what I was into

Unfortunately I am quite old, so the shit I was reading as a teen has been lost to the sands of time, but here is a short list. All of these are explicit.

There was a Lord of the Rings RPF gang bang of Elijah Wood that no lie went on for about 20k words and made everyone in my friend group cross-eyed with teenage lust. I do not have the link because it was stored on some guy's Geocities website (not even the writer!) and you could only find it if you had the link. F in the chat we'll never get to read this, but know I tried to find it

Late Night Phone Call by sparkledark and

Iron Man by Eleveninches. These are for Arthur x Eames from that film Inception. Iconic. How did Chris Nolan think we weren't going to know they were fucking

Instructions Not Included by Vinci. This is for Connor and Hank from Detroit: Become Human. In my defense, I have always had the horn majorly for Clancy Brown. There's an incredibly hot lapdance scene that has lived in my mind rent-free ever since

Glorious by @bearhugsandshrugs. In the space of 9185 words, I transformed from a normal person into a freak who would do anything for a bite out of this dirty ass:

aqua vitae by @dustdeepsea. Getting very into a minor NPC is a curse that they have placed upon me. This is for Rugan from BG3. You know, that smuggler who might get eaten by gnolls in Act 1. Who? Yeah, exactly. But I want him

Occasionally, I'll remember I've read masterpieces written by fanfic authors that I will forever carry with me and that have shaped me into the writer I am today.

Not enough love is given to fanfic writers.

We do it all for free, and we get to touch so many hearts and make someone's day better with words.

So when people complain when we ask for engagement and feedback, try to remember that the written word carries a power that is seldom matched.

Ask yourself why you're reading fanfiction in the first place.

To feel.

To love a character through the words of someone else who is able to bring them to life in a way that allows them to take root in your heart and feel an immense sense of gratification and passion.

They live through you because someone out there decided to sit down, click their pen and put into words how much that character means to them.

And they will mean so much more to you because of that.

And that is fucking powerful and priceless.

[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.

[hecatemoon87]

Drabble

Warnings ⚠️ Smut

After a long and stressful job, Dom sent the team to an upscale ski lodge in Switzerland. The idea was to relax and enjoy a week of skiing, drinking and spa treatment.

You were more than willing to indulge in this all expenses paid vacation and eagerly entered your lodge suite. The room had a king sized bed, a giant window with a great view of the mountains and a jet stream bathtub. All the amenities you could desire were at your disposal.

You slept soundly the first night on the soft bed with goose down in the pillows and in the comforter. The next morning you met Eames and Arthur downstairs.

"Ready to go skiing?" Arthur asked.

"Absolutely not. I don't ski, but I will drink," Eames said, hands in his pockets, giving Arthur a smug grin.

"Of course you don't," Arthur said, rolling his eyes. Then he turned to you. "Honestly, he might appear to be sauve and sophisticated, but inside he's a trashier than a porn site."

"Maybe so, but I'm not skiing either. Snow is pretty to look at, but I'm staying in where it's warm," you said.

"To each their own. Enjoy drinking and fucking then," Arthur said, walking away dismissively.

"Hmmmm, I guess we haven't done a good job in hiding our extra critical activities " Eames said.

"It happened twice, let's not keep making the same mistake," you said.

"I don't get you. You say we can't because of the work we do, but you're the one always starting it," Eames said as you walked toward the bar.

"Moments of weakness, it won't happen again," you said, assuredly.

Three mimosas later, you and Eames are back in your room making wild and passionate love. As soon as you entered the room you stripped each other's clothes off and he bent you over the bed. He pounded your cunt hard, gripping your hips tightly. He was large, his cock splitting you open and practically bursting your void as he penetrated your core.

Afterwards you lie on the mattress looking up at the ceiling, chests heaving.

"You could just tell me no," you said.

"Are you mad? Sex with you is an event I won't pass on," he said, rolling over to face you.

"Maybe we should distract ourselves? I'll ski with Arthur, he seemed upset," you said.

"Fuck, Arthur. What's wrong with drinking and fucking the rest of our stay? We only have four days left," he said, stroking your inner thigh.

"You are trashier than a porn site," you said, laughing softly.

"Yeah, but you like it," he said, grinning and playfully squeezing one of your breasts.

You squeaked and bat him away, but he drew you into his arms and kissed you.

"Well, damn. I guess you win," you said.

"There's something about me you should know," he said, seriously.

You froze in his arms, uncertain if you wanted to learn his secret.

"What?" You asked, hesitantly.

"I always win," he said, giving you are charming smile before climbing on top of you for round two.

[ladaveen]

ArthurxEames fic recs

These are my favorites and not in particular order I just love every single one of them, also some are probably smuts so beware hehe

Presque Vu by rageprufrock : this is probably THE arthureames fic, I was floored by literally everything in the story

M | 69k words

Or, "on the tip of the tongue." Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him.

Early Returns by rageprufrock

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Thinking that a reporter genuinely likes you is pretty much on par with feeling like you really are special to that stripper.

Trouble With Dreams by sparkledark

E | 39.7k words

College AU in which Arthur is a cranky senior and Eames is a professor of Dream Psychology.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins by aprettyaway

M | 10.2k words

This is what his life has become: hotels and coffee and reveling in those few hours he has to himself. The French news lulls him to sleep, and Arthur thinks if he can just get through this job, then it will be over. If only.

Late Night Phone Call by sparkledark

E | 14.6k words

Arthur usually finds blatant fishing for compliments extremely irritating, but in Eames’ case he is reluctantly charmed. In fact, he writes the phrase “reluctantly charmed” into the Eames notebook the moment the words occur to him because they so perfectly encapsulate his entire situation.

Pants on Fire by Helenish

E | 15.1k words

"Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

we were once cinema gods in the night by gyzym

M | 21.3k words

That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

All's Fair (In Love & Werewolves) by Whisky (whiskyrunner)

E | 29.6k words

Arthur is lucky to have Eames. Somebody just as different, someone who understands when he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling like he's all alone in the universe. Eames makes that feeling go away. Eames, however, is not alone.

Incipit by thehoyden

E | 8.5k words

Arthur has been his editor from the beginning. Eames says he won't work with anyone else, and what Arthur will never tell him is that he would cut anyone who tried.

between my reflex & my resolve by gyzym

T | 4.7k words

People you kiss in an airport baggage claim and then don't talk to for thirteen months shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make your chest do the things Arthur's chest is doing. There are rules.

Catalyst by five_ht

E | 3.3k words

Arthur is a freshman omega in college who hasn't yet had his first heat. Eames is a friendly alpha who is willing to lend a hand.

Hello, I Love You, Won't You Tell Me Your Name by eleveninches

E | 3.6k words

Many people, Eames would find out later, assumed Eames had wanted Arthur from the moment they'd met. It was true Arthur was devestatingly attractive, but in all honesty, the first thing Eames had thought when he'd met Arthur was, Why did Cobb bring his son? (Or: It's all about trust.)

Don't Fall in Love with a Dreamer by eleveninches

E | 19.7k words

Arthur joins the mile high club, Cobb joins the broken hearts club, Eames joins the smug extractors' club, and Yusuf just wants to club everyone. Or, Eames steals Cobb's point man.

In Our Line of Work by enjambament

T | 15.7k words

Arthur wakes up and realizes the last ten years of his life have been a dream. He is nineteen, and he can barely remember where he is. What he can remember is the ghost of Eames’ hands pressed down on his chest trying frantically to stop the blood flooding up around his fingers as Arthur died (as he woke up).

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Tom Hardy Kinktober Day 18 - Ropework [Eames]

You find your boyfriend sat at your desk, contemplating the red rope.

"Eames?" You cooe. He looks up and swallows audibly. It's like you busted him watching porn. There is fluster on his cheeks and ears. "Oh h-hey baby." He stammers. His eyes cast down again, to the rope. "Something you want?" You cooe. The fluster draws from Eames' ears into his neck. "I .. erm."

You sit on the edge of the desk. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" You cooe. Eames nods sheepishly. "I know baby, I know." He murmurs. You lean in to slowly kiss him. He moans sensually against your lips. "I love you, Eames." You whisper into his mouth.

You grab the rope, slowly breaking the kiss. "Wana get up for me?"

Eames obliges, getting up from the chair. "Good boy." You purr. Eames walks around the desk, to stand between your legs. "I am at your disposal." He murmurs. You smirk, reaching behind you to grab the robe. "Undress, then." You murmur. "Yes ma'am." He's slipped so swiftly into his sub space that it surprises you a little.

He undresses swiftly.

"So handsome." You purr, running the red rope through your hands. Eames can't focus on anything but the rope. He wets his lips with his tongue and breathes heavily. "Turn around." You cooe. "Yes ma'am." Eames turns his back to you. "Hands." You tell him. Eames puts his hands behind his back. "Good boy." You press a kiss to his shoulder.

You tie his hands behind his back. "Thank you ma'am." Eames whispers. "Such a good lad you are." You purr. You loop the rope around his arms, making four knots before beginning to work it around his chest and then his abs. Eames stands perfectly still. "Fucking hell, baby." He rasps. "You like." You purr. Eames grins and his cock bobs up and down. "I'll take that as a yes."

You tie off the ends of the rope on the base of his cock.

"Thank you, ma'am." Eames murmurs. "You are such a work fo art, Eames, you make me so happy." You run your fingers along the red rope, which is cutting slightly into Eames' skin. He groans and shudders. "May I fuck you now?' He rasps. "Maybe." You cooe. "Please, please. I want your pussy so bad." Eames grunts. He looks at you, with hungry, stormy eyes.

"Please."

[killymafterdark]

Arthur rose from the couch and leaned forward again. He threw one of his legs over Eames’ knees, straddling him. “Can I see him?” he whispered, leaning even closer, his mouth hovering over Eames’, his eyes darting from one iris to the other.

He watched Eames’ face shift as it clicked in his mind, his expression going from sheer confusion to something animalistic, his eyes darkening.

“Arthur…” Eames said the name with a purr, finally getting it, a delighted grin splitting his face. “Are you hot for Venom? You kinky monsterfucker.”

Arthur wanted to protest, to roll his eyes, but Eames closed the gap between them, crushing his lips. He didn’t wait before he licked the seam of Arthur’s mouth, asking to be let in. Arthur didn’t protest and deepened the kiss, bringing his hand up. Running it over Eames’ pecks with a light squeeze, he finally settled it on his jaw, the fingers caressing the nape of Eames’ neck and his thumb brushing his cheek.

Eames leaned back then, letting Arthur’s mouth chase his as he said, his voice even deeper, rougher. “Good thing we like you too.”

Arthur gasped when Eames’ eyes whitened, black swirls dancing at the edges of his now wholly black irises. “Fuck, Eames.”

“I sincerely hope that’s the plan, love,” he said as he tugged Arthur’s shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it slowly. Arthur was captivated, still looking into his eyes, outlining his features with the lightest touches of his fingertips like his face was a sacred thing, and Arthur feared he wasn’t worthy even to touch. He brushed his lashes with his thumbs and kissed the bridge of his nose. Eames’ eyes fluttered close with a quiet, affectionate exhale.

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

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @screamlet

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 14 (and, full disclosure, all but some of the tumblr fics are with @liminalmemories21)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 151,628

3. What fandoms do you write for? 9-1-1

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? In order: Awful quiet here since love fell asleep (9-1-1, the break up, make up fic), Atlas (bound) (9-1-1, the Buckley parents are trash fic), Baggage that goes with mine (9-1-1, Tommy begins), (I'm in love) but I do not speak the language (9-1-1, the relationship discovery one), and I'll cover you (9-1-1, part II after Baggage, when Buck and Tommy get a dog).

5. Do you respond to comments? I really try. @liminalmemories21 is much better at it than I am, but I do always intend to because each comment is my best beloved.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Erm, we don't really write angsty things? Awful quiet, Atlas and Inside, You've Got Heaven and Earth all start angsty, but don't end there?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oh, god, uh, probably What's with today, today? Mostly just because making them all librarians on Stuffie Day itself was an indulgent turducken of a dessert.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not so far, thankfully

9. Do you write smut? a hundred percent more than I ever imagined

10. Do you write crossovers? I drop them in Lim's chat all the time but one has never stuck. Like, the one from this week was Wolfram and Heart is based in LA and reopens and... I don't know, Lindsey sticks around with his evil hand? THNK OF BUCK AND FREAKING OUT WITH THE CURSES AND THE RESEARCH SPIRALS AND...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Err, all of the recent ones because I am nothing (fandom-wise) without Lim

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I have no answer for this. I read like, a decade's worth of Stiles/Derek and literally never watched an episode of the show, but I watched SO MUCH Stargate because John/Rodney, my beloveds. I am still a sucker for a good Arthur/Eames. I would bow down if people brought back silver foxes Fraser/RayK. It's hard to have favorites after over 30 years in fandom.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Lim and I poke things to death, and definitely don't post a lot of them because we can't imagine things not being done before we put them out in the world -- see the Merlin fic of epicness that we started way over a decade ago and still sits in our google docs.

16. What are your writing strengths? I also think this is a thing best answered by others, like hi, Lim, how do I help? I honestly think I'm a better editor than writer? I'm not good about setting scenes, but I'm pretty good about taking drafts and massaging them?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I always want things to feel more lived in than I feel I can accomplish on my own.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I speak english and bad english, so I am terrible about this, but I totally understand that sometimes its warranted.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Popslash and Smallville, and hi, yes, I disappeared for two decades.

20. Favorite fics you've written?

Awful quiet did exactly what I wanted that fic to when we set out to write it, and while maybe I wish some of the OCs were handled better/differently, I'm still happy with how we got from the beginning to end.

The What Binds series definitely put Tommy in a place and time, and there's a reason there's four stories worth of it (hi, I'm super proud of the detail about Tommy losing his virginity to Dave Matthew Band because, come on, people).

I know that Inside, You've Got Heaven and Earth didn't really hit with people, but it addressed something I wanted to fiddle with for Buck and Tommy, and Lim was a trooper for going there with me.

[ramblingoak]

Sliding Home

I couldn’t stop thinking about Secondo in a baseball uniform so this fic happened xD Now with bonus Ghaseball Secondo art by @tasty-ribz !

Secondo x Female Reader

Warnings: baseball innuendos, smut, nsfw 18+ only mdni, 2,800 words

“You want me to what?”

“Uh, well it’s not so much me as it’s the cler—“

“Don’t I pay you to get me out of stupid shit like this?”

“Technically I think Imperator pay—“

“You want me to make a fool of myself like the Rat did?”

“Actually it was pretty popular onli—“

“I don’t give a fuck how many hits, likes or whatever the fuck else that stupid event got Copia. I’m not fucking doing it.”  You winced and bit your lip, trying to decide how to break the news to him.  “Sorella, the answer is no.”

“Alright, so you’re going to walk out the tunnel. Cue the music, applause and the scr—,” The force of Secondo’s glare made you stumble over your words for a moment, so you turned your back to him and continued, “—eaming. Then it’s just a quick jog to the mound, a wave to the crowd and you uh, you know. Throw the ball.”

You spun around with a huge smile on your face but his continued glare caused it to falter.  Why he needed to be such a grump about everything you had no idea. This whole “ghaseball” endeavor had been a giant pain in the ass.  You sighed and put your hands on your hips, trying to match his glare. 

“Papa, please just…try?  For me?”

“For you?”  You nodded, trying to bat your eyelashes but he just raised an eyebrow at your attempt. “What do I get, sorella?”

“Well, you get to keep the uniform.”

“Go on.”

“And you know, please the fans. They always love seeing you.”

“Keep going.”

“I think the pitcher might sign a ball for you, I can as—“

Secondo growled and stood up, only needing to take a few steps before he was in your space.  You were in trouble here, it was no secret you were attracted to him. Whether he was in his papal robes or one of his fitted suits you couldn’t help but sweep your eyes over his body appreciatively. But in the baseball uniform?

Lucifer’s balls he was hot. 

“Here’s what I want, sorella,” His hand came up to cup your chin, the smooth leather was warm and it felt so good you had to fight to keep from whimpering.  “You.”

“What?”

He smirked down at you, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your chin. 

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me.  I’m supposed to ignore it when a beautiful woman keeps ogling me?”

“I haven’t been ogling you.”

“You’ve been practically drooling ever since I put this damned costume on.”

“It’s not a costume, it's a uniform.”

His gloomy demeanor broke for a moment, you saw his frown nearly turn into a smile but before you could yell ‘ah ha!’ in his face he leaned down and kissed you.  It was a little embarrassing how fast you melted against him, but the smug bastard was right and you’d been ogling him for months. You threw your arms around his neck and his own slid around you to grip your ass, lifting you up from the floor briefly. 

The moment was over far too quickly. As soon as your feet touched back down he pulled his mouth away. The black on his lips was practically gone and you assumed it had transferred to your own.  You jumped when someone banged on the locked room door shouting that Papa had five minutes. 

“Shit, shit shit shit.” 

You slipped away from him and scrambled over to your bag for some wipes and his paints. When you turned he had already sat down on one of the benches and remained still as you cleaned him up and reapplied everything.  His eyes stayed focused on your face while you worked and you did your best to avoid meeting them, you didn’t have any time to get distracted again. 

“Alright, you’re good to go.”  

Secondo slowly rose from the bench, continuing to stare you down. You cleared your throat and pretended to fiddle with the makeup case. Another knock on the door and he had two minutes left before it was showtime. 

“Don’t forget to wave at the crowds and stop to take a few pictures.  Oh!  I almost forgot.”

You turned back to your bag and pulled the last piece of his uniform out, a black leather baseball hat.  He didn’t mirror your smile but he still took it and resignedly put it on his head.  Your smile only grew and you didn’t even care anymore if he didn’t return it. The sight of your Papa in this uniform was going to fuel your fantasies for years.

Oh fuck it, you might as well live out your fantasy if he was offering. 

“I’ll just uh, be here when you’re done.”

“What’s wrong with your eye?”

“My eye?  Wha—I’m winking!”

When a small smirk appeared on his face you growled and flung a hand out to smack his shoulder. Secondo easily caught it and used it to yank you against his chest once more. Another knock on the door and a frantic shout that they needed him had you trying to push him away, but he just held you tighter and brushed his lips against your ear. 

“Be ready.”

He pulled away and waited for a response, but you couldn’t get any words to leave your mouth. All you managed was a thumbs up, squeaking when he leaned down and nibbled on the tip. The door to the locker room burst open then and Secondo pulled away, quickly turning and stalking out of the locker room to head onto the field.  You stayed frozen in place, only moving to touch up your own makeup when you heard the roar of the crown. 

You probably should’ve followed him out there, but he was an adult and could handle himself. Also you were nervous as fuck and Secondo would never forgive you if you threw up on the field. So instead you wiped his paint off your face, touched up your makeup and waited.  The click of your heels echoed in the empty locker room as you paced end to end.  

He should’ve been done by now but they were probably keeping him around for photos and autographs.  You hoped he was spending some time talking to the fans.  Secondo always underestimated his popularity, especially with younger fans of the band.  Something about his grim demeanor appealed to toddlers.  You had asked him about it once before, but he had just cryptically said something about toddlers being closer to the devil at that age. 

Whatever the fuck that meant. 

You resigned yourself to another lap of the room when the door burst open making you yelp. Secondo marched inside, closing the door firmly behind him and stared at you, neither one of you saying anything for a few moments. While you really wanted to ask him how it went you also really wanted to kiss him. Thankfully he seemed to have the same idea, closing the distance between you quickly and capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. 

This time when his hands slid down to cup your ass he lifted you up and kept you in the air.  You slid your legs around his waist as best you could in your skirt, moaning when his belt rubbed against your silk covered cunt. He growled and started moving across the room, fumbling a door open and kicking it closed behind you both.  Secondo didn’t stop until you felt him lower you onto a desk, pulling his mouth away to look into your eyes. 

You were both panting, out of breath from kissing. His makeup was ruined again, as was his hair. The hat had fallen off at some point and you needed to remember to grab it before you left. He would definitely be wearing this uniform again, even if it was just for you. 

“Sorella…”

His voice was heavy with lust and the sound went right to your core.  He remained still, looking into your eyes and you knew he was waiting for permission to keep going.  You smirked and reached for his belt, deftly undoing it and then working on the fly of his pants.  When he still didn’t move you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

Secondo chuckled, shoving your hands away and then dropping to his knees between your legs. 

“Don’t worry sorella, I’ll fuck you.”  He shoved your skirt up, bunching it at your waist so he could grab your panties and slide them down your legs.  His hands pressed against the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart to expose you completely to him. “But first I’m going to taste you.  Ok?”

“Yeah, ok. I mean. Yes. Please.”

You placed your hands behind you and leaned back a bit, your eyes never leaving his face. His own gaze was on your cunt and you could see the hunger on his face.  You could feel yourself getting wetter as he exhaled against you. When his tongue finally touched your flesh you let out a deep moan and fell flat against the desk. 

Secondo’s tongue began to roughly lap at you.  Sliding back and forth from your entrance to your clit. He was relentless, never letting up the pressure and only pressing harder against you when you started to squirm. His arms slid around your thighs to help anchor you but your legs still kicked uncontrollably as he worked you over with his mouth. 

When he closed his lips over your clit and sucked you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stay quiet.  His tongue flicked against it roughly while it was in his mouth, at the same time a gloved hand moved from its place on your thigh and you felt two thick fingers start to rub around your entrance. There was barely any resistance as they pushed into you and that must’ve pleased him because he growled as he started to pump them in and out of you. 

The wet sounds of him fucking and licking you filled the room.  You could barely think straight, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving you. When he pulled his fingers out you whimpered at the loss, but he soon replaced them with his tongue and felt like you were going to black out. He lapped at your inner walls, moaning at the taste. His nose rubbed against your clit as he buried his face against you. When his lips closed over your entrance and he sucked, your orgasm crashed into you, leaving you a shuddering mess before him. 

While the aftershocks rippled through you he lapped at your cunt lazily, cleaning up the traces of your release.  You heard him groan as he stood up and you opened your eyes to watch him. His face was smeared with his paint and your juices, a feral grin letting you know he couldn’t be happier.  

Secondo gave your thighs a squeeze before he brought his hands to his fly, finishing the work you had started. His cock instantly sprung free, red and leaking at the tip. You licked your lips as you watched the bead of precum gather there.  He grinned even wider when he noticed where your attention was. 

“Don’t worry, sorella. You’ll get a taste soon.”  He moved closer between your legs, rubbing his cock up and down your cunt. You gasped every time it caught at your entrance.  “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please. I’ve been ready.”  He continued to tease you, seemingly content to make you beg some more. You groaned and tried to push against it but he placed his hands on the top of your thighs to keep you still. “Fuck Secondo, just slide home already.”

You instantly realized what you said and froze. 

“Mi scusi?  What did you just say?”

“Nothing. Now fuck me.”  

You growled when he easily prevented you from moving.  The tip of his cock was resting right at your entrance and you were going to scream if he didn’t start fucking you soon. 

“Slide home?  What the fuck does that mean?”

“Goddammit, it’s a baseball thing.”  You threw one of your arms over your eyes and waved your free hand at him. “Come on, you slide home. You score a point. You shove your dick in me.”

“What is your obsession with this sport?”

“Does it matter right now?!”  

Secondo made a humming sound, gently beginning to flex his hips a bit.  You nibbled on your lip when he pressed deeper inside you little by little.  After a few moments you moved your arm so you could watch, once more entranced by the sight of him in the baseball uniform. 

Ok so maybe you were ogling him. 

“Satanas, you are so tight. It’s exquisite.”  You both groaned when his hips met yours, his cock buried as deep as it could go.  The stretch was so good you nearly felt like crying.  He seemed to sense your thoughts, quietly shushing you as he gazed down where you were joined. 

“Secondo, plea—ah!”

Your begging was interrupted by him pulling out until just his tip was in you and then slowly pushing back in. It was too much but also not enough and you clung to the edge of the desk behind you as his thrusts grew faster. The pleasure was so good it almost hurt and you nearly wailed when he brought his thumb to rub against your clit. 

“That’s it, sorella. Take it. Take my cock.”  

His speed increased until he was roughly snapping his hips forward right when his cock was about to leave you.  A slow pull out followed by a hard shove back in.  At each push back into you the breath was punched out of your body and you found yourself taking gasping breaths between your moans. 

Secondo wasn’t unaffected. You could hear him growling out Italian words under his breath. His eyes were locked onto where he was disappearing into your body, mesmerized by how you were stretching to accommodate him.  It wasn’t long before you could feel his thrusts getting erratic and he began to rub your clit harder, trying to get you to come again. 

You held out as long as you could, mostly because you wanted him to come first, but your body couldn’t take the pleasure and another orgasm was soon moving through you. Secondo wasn’t far behind. He slowed down a bit to gently fuck you through your orgasm, but as soon as you gave him a little nod he picked up the pace again. He let out a deep growl when his orgasm hit and you could feel his cock twitch as he released inside of you. 

Neither one of you moved for a moment. Secondo’s hands were braced on either side of you as he caught his breath. You closed your eyes and whimpered when he straightened up and pulled out.  When you blinked your eyes open after a moment you noticed he was staring down at your cunt and you could feel his release start to trickle out of you. 

“What are you doing?”  

He shushed you and moved a hand to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing the flesh there before sliding it to your cunt.  He clicked his tongue and then slid his fingers through your swollen flesh, pushing two of them back inside of you. You groaned as he did it a few more times, pushing his release back inside and rubbing it along your walls. When he seemed satisfied he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them both before sliding them out with a pop. 

“You’ve ruined me, you know?”

“Have I?”  There was zero remorse in his voice and you rolled your eyes. He held his hands out for you and then pulled you up to sit at the edge of the desk when you took them. “That was not my intention.”

Secondo took a step back to pull his pants up and then leaned down to collect your panties. As you slipped them back on you remembered why you were there in the first place and you grabbed his hand. 

“Hey, how’d it go out there?”

“Out where?”

“The field, how did the pitch go?”  He winced and you decided not to push him any further.  You hopped off the desk and straightened your skirt, taking his hand again and smiling up at him.  “How about you change and we’ll go watch the rest of the game?”

“I’d rather not.”

“I’ll buy you some crackerjacks and I’ll let you keep the prize.”

“I don’t know what that means, but fine. We can go watch.”

You whooped and pumped your fist into the air, slapping the palm of your other hand on his ass as you started to walk by.  He caught your arm before you got too far and spun you back around so you landed against his chest.  You ignored his frown and lifted up onto your toes to give him a quick kiss, grinning as you pulled away and winked at him. 

“Go team.”

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