#eames smut

[potter-solomons]

If only he'd think this about me, "He wanted to toss her over his knee and give her a proper spanking. Then, of course, rail her raw. " And if only he was real 😂

I love how he finally got fed up and gave her what he knew they both needed. Especially when he noticed the change in her facial expression to someone more profound than frustrated fucking.

What a lovely conclusion to the saga of them remote controlled vibrator.

I hate how much that's a fantasy of mine 😭 and when she TOSSED THE VIBRATOR AT HIM 😂😂😂 @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."

[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)

[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.

[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

M | 15.5k words

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).

[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.

[cecilyv]

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.

[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

[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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[ronispadez]

Welp. Fuck and shit.

I wanted to write some kinky Arthur/Eames smut but now I've gotten lost in the lore sauce and now I don't think it's quite appropriate for them to have sex while trying to figure out what to do about Cobb's dead wife ruining all their extractions.

[random-imagines-blog]

The Last Story Ever {Arthur x Reader Oneshot; Part 2}  

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4701 Summary: Arthur meets you one on one, and then his next time going into your dreams was more ... interesting. Notes: SMUT. Oral, penetration, kissing, nipple play.

Arthur could not get that dream out of his head. Even though he had been the one to engineer it, to make it go exactly how he had wanted it to go, there had been some surprises. The comfort that he had felt. The way that your hair had felt beneath his fingers when he brushed it out of your face. The way you looked so happy when he returned home from ‘work’, like you were just elated to not have to be alone anymore. Enthusiastic like you finally had someone that you could talk to, someone you never had before. It affected a lot of his thoughts throughout the day. It affected his own dreams at night. Whenever he felt the loaded dice in his pocket, he thought of you.

 

He was still stationed at the house across the street from yours, looking out for you. While Cobbs and Eames had already handed over the information that he had secured, there was more to get. And on top of that, Arthur was worried about your well-being. If your dangerous boss even suspected that information was getting out - it could lead to you. Normally, he would not care. He did his job and then he left but this time - this time, he couldn’t just walk away.  

Every morning, he watched as you went off to work. And every evening, he watched you come back. Eames had started to make jokes, calling Arthur obsessed and a stalker. And every time, Arthur would smartly come back with, ‘If I was a stalker, I would be following her to work. I just make sure she comes home safely.” 

Apparently, more had happened. For another job came through. It was extremely similar to the first one, Arthur just had to extract some more information. For the first time, it felt like he was going to be intruding upon something. It felt almost wrong to be in your head without you knowing about it. But Arthur was going to step up to the plate tonight. Better him than Eames, right? 

Until you went to bed, there was not much to do except for wait. He prepared for an afternoon of planning, getting his story straight, until there was an interruption. And that interruption had, unfortunately, been you. 

The doorbell rang, at quarter past three in the afternoon. He was going over the notes that he had written down of things to engineer, to design, when the sound went through the nearly vacant home. It echoed throughout the rooms, finding him in the living room, where the only furniture was a couple of lawn chairs, and a third-hand table. Only the necessities. Though he could have done with a more comfortable armchair, but Arthur didn’t complain. 

Curiously, he went to see who it was, peering through the peephole, only to see you on the other side. This was certainly unexpected and - well, you truly looked so beautiful, even through the fisheye lens. You pressed on the doorbell again, looking towards the car that was in the driveway. Right. Damn. There was no excuse now. 

Running his fingers through his hair, he psyched himself up. This was a good thing, he thought. If you saw him - it wouldn’t be as odd that he appears in your dreams. You wouldn’t be as confused when you woke up. Yes, good, excellent, now to actually open the door. His hand still hesitated when it got to the knob, feeling like this moment wasn’t good enough. It should be something special, shouldn’t it? The moment when he finally comes face to face with you? 

One more deep breath, and then he opened the door. 

You stood there, a little startled, because you had been ready to turn around and head back to your own home, figuring that despite the car in the driveway, your new neighbor wasn’t home. But here he was, and there was something just so completely familiar about his face. Something that made you feel safe, and - adored, somehow? You weren’t sure. But you had started to feel warm, and felt the blood rush into your face, and felt your smile go mega-watt even though you hadn’t told it to.  

“Sorry, I was just - doing something,” Arthur said, unable to come up with an excuse in time, tugging his vest down a little. “Hello.” 

“H-hi,” you said, remembering your purpose for being there. “I just stopped by to welcome you to the neighborhood. My name is y/n,” You introduced. “I brought you some cookies. I - didn’t know if you were allergic to anything so they’re gluten-free, dairy-free oatmeal.” 

“Oh,” he said, looking at the plate that you held out. He recognized it, the blue design on it, because it was the same plates that you had eaten pizza off of in your dream. He took it from your hands, looking at the delicacies through the clingfilm that it was wrapped in. “That’s really kind of you. I’m Arthur, by the way.” 

Despite Cobbs not being here, he could feel the man’s displeasure as his own name slipped out of his mouth. He could have said anything. He should have said something else. But so caught up in looking at you up close for the first time, he could only remember his own name, not anyone else’s. 

“Nice to meet you, Arthur,” you said with a friendly smile. “I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time?” 

Your eyes seemed to go over his body, taking in the formalwear that he was currently wearing. The long-sleeved shirt, pressed trousers, matching vest. Arthur casual, as Eames would say. He held the plate a little closer to his body, as if attempting to shield himself. 

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just - working on - renovations,” he said on the fly. You blinked up at him, took a look at his outfit again, and then back up towards his face, your smile fading just slightly into something akin to confusion. 

“Right,” you said with a nod, clearing your throat. “Well, I just wanted to come and introduce myself and welcome you. I live right across the street there, if you need anything. It was a pleasure to meet you, Arthur.” 

“You too, Miss Y/N. I’ll be sure to return the plate,” he said, and waited for you to take a step back before he closed the door again. He leaned against it, after turning the lock into place, trying to catch the breath that he had been holding. 

Shit. 

He really was a goner. 

He was, perhaps, a little too eager to go into your dreams tonight. He had spent the last hour or two pacing, driving his colleagues half-mad as he did so, and then was more than ready to jump in there tonight. Eames was staring at him, like he knew something was up, though Arthur was being far from inconspicuous about it. “Is it time yet?” He asked. Eames shook his head. He sighed, and then sat down, feeling a little jittery. He’d already eaten half of the cookies that you had made. The sugar - it had to be the sugar that made him feel this way.  

“Keep your arse down,” Eames said, putting his legs up on Arthur’s lap and crossing them at the ankles. “You’re making me antsy.” 

Arthur pushed Eames’ legs off of him and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I just want to get this over with. That’s the job, right?”  

“Sure,” Eames said, folding his arms in front of himself. “This job’s getting to you though. I should be tellin’ Cobb about that-” 

“No-” Arthur said, quickly. “I mean - it’s not. It’s not getting to me. It’s fine. Is it time yet?” 

He avoided everyone’s eye until it was time, closing his eyes and entering into your dream space. 

It was much like the other dream that he had constructed for you - your cute little house, him getting out of his car, walking up towards the front door, coming home from work. Only this time, he had a bouquet of flowers - orchids mainly, roses was coming on too strong - in his hands for you. As he went to unlock the front door, you opened it, greeting him while wearing the same outfit he had seen you wearing earlier. It had quickly become a favorite for him. Your style was just - exactly what he loved in a woman. 

“Are those for me?” You asked, your eyes lit up in surprise, in happiness. He nodded, any words getting stuck inside of his throat. “Oh, they’re beautiful. What’s the occasion?” 

“I was just - thinking of you, and my feet kept going until I found myself in a flower shop,” he said, stepping inside of your home as you took the flowers gently from his hands. “Do I need an occasion to bring my beautiful wife flowers?” 

“Of course not, thank you,” you said, and you pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips, one that made him finger the dice in his pocket to make sure to keep himself grounded. It felt real. He was the one making it feel real. He reached up and caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, ever so softly. When you pulled away, you were still smiling, and he had to wipe the look of bewilderment off of his face.  

“You’re welcome - anytime,” he said with a half-smile. You gave him a full-on grin and then turned to go and find a vase to put the flowers in - which of course seemed to magically appear in the kitchen, right when you needed it. You didn’t question it at all. Dream logic and everything. 

He followed you into the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you were adding water in with the flowers. He kissed the side of your head, taking every opportunity to just touch you. Dream you had skin as soft as silk, which he couldn’t help running his fingers across. Especially if this was going to be his only opportunity to do so. “How was your day?” He asked, mumbling it into your ear, sending happy little goosebumps across your flesh. 

You sighed, despite the glee that your ‘husband’ made you feel. “It was alright, all things considering.” 

“All things considering?” Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow, his face just behind your head, taking in the smell of your hair.  

“It’s the boss,” You admitted. “He’s been - acting oddly lately.” 

How were you this perfect? How were you so pliant? He didn’t have to mention your boss, he didn’t have to mention your work and there you were. It was like you knew exactly what he had wanted to hear and you were oh so willing to divulge it. His arms tightened around your waist, holding you protectively. “How so?” He asked, keeping his tone neutral. 

You hummed, trying to think of how to put it. “I went into his office the other day to get some of the files that I needed and he completely erupted at me. I’ve never seen anyone get that mad in my life. You would think that he had caught me shredding things rather than just grabbing them! Oh, and do you remember my friend Kathryn, from accounting? She just had had the most gorgeous wedding, the flowers were - oh, never mind, you were there with me, of course you know. But she just got fired! Right there, when her husband had come by to bring her lunch. The boss saw Officer Howard standing there, bringing her a sandwich and he just ups and lets her go! I thought it was absolutely ridiculous. She’s one of the hardest workers there-” 

Although he was listening to you attentively, Arthur couldn’t help but put some of the pieces together. Your boss hadn’t wanted you in his office to collect documents. Why? Because he was hiding something, no doubt. His reaction, just from what you had told him, pointed to that. And firing your friend - Accounting, was it? It probably had nothing to do with her job performance, but everything to do with her marrying an officer. She could let something spill, the way that you were doing with Arthur right now. So there had to be something going on there. This was good intel.  

“- plus, I feel like he’s been getting cheaper with the lunches,” you said, concluding your rant. “It used to be sandwiches and usually a crock pot filled with something. But now, it’s a bowl of fruit and some microwave ramen. Anyway, I’m sorry. I’ve just been going on and on. I don’t mean to ruin your day...” 

Your fingers were sliding across his arms, feeling both comforting and slightly arousing. Your touch was so gentle, so intimate. “You could never ruin my day, even if you tried,” He hummed close to your ear, swaying with you ever so slightly. “Besides, I like listening to you talk. I could hear you talk all day.” 

“Even if it’s complaints?” You asked, leaning back against his strong chest. 

“Even then.” 

“You’re just amazing,” you said, and turned around so that you were facing him now, draping your arms over his shoulders, clasping your hands behind his neck. “I didn’t even ask - how was your day?” 

“It’s a lot better now that I’m with you,” he said, looking into your eyes. He was really turning into a sap here; he could look in those eyes all day. Or rather, all night. “Let’s just relax the rest of the night. You can complain away about anything that you like and I’ll hold you, how does that sound?” 

“Like a dream,” you said, making him chuckle. If you only knew. 

Rather than go back into the living room, like you had in your last dream, you took his hand and you walked together towards the bedroom. Dream logic had made the day suddenly become night, only flickers of starlight coming in through the windows, a slight breeze rustling the curtains. It was quiet, peaceful, serene.  

You unbuttoned his jacket and removed it, only to reveal the same vest that he had been wearing when you met him earlier that day. “I always did think you looked most handsome in this,” you said and began to unbutton that too. Arthur’s breath started to catch in his throat, his hands hanging down by his sides as he watched your fingers move dexterously. When he had suggested holding you - he had meant with clothes on. But you had other ideas. And you always thought - which means that today, you had thought he looked handsome? His mind was just spinning with that possibility. 

“Really?” He asked you, letting you peel the vest off of his body. He felt so exposed in just the long-sleeved shirt and trousers that he wore - and of course the undershirt. He was an old-fashioned man, and he always wore one of those. You smiled at him coyly as you started to then unbutton the crisp white shirt.  

“I remember you wearing it when we met, when you moved in,” you said, undoing each button carefully. “Feels like it was only yesterday.” 

He chuckled a little again, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. “It does, doesn’t it?” 

You hummed your agreement, untucking the shirt from his trousers and slid it down his arms. He let you, he let you reveal his shoulders and his arms and the clean white undershirt that he always wore. You giggled, a sound that he couldn’t get enough of and gave that a tug out of his trousers as well. “You always wear so many layers. How do you not sweat like crazy during the day?” 

“Just a talent,” he said, the corner of his mouth going up in a smirk, his hands starting to trail down your waist. He hoped you couldn’t tell that his heart was racing. No, of course you couldn’t. It was only a dream. But you - you felt so real right now. The fabric of your clothing beneath his fingertips, the soft womanly body that was underneath. A woman’s soft. There was nothing else even remotely like it. You let out a soft little moan just at his touch like that and he couldn’t help but do more. He brought his hands up your ribs, up your side, then over your back, down to your ass. He squeezed it through your clothing and could imagine what it felt like without it being in the way. You moaned again and leaned in to start kissing his neck, bringing your hands up underneath the undershirt, feeling his body beneath. He really could feel you. He could make out the very grooves on your fingertips. 

He could feel himself growing hard, his trousers starting to feel a bit too constricting. But he leaned his head back and let you continue your soft assault on his Adam’s apple with your tongue, swirling it around. “I thought you - wanted to talk about work,” he said, attempting to catch his breath. “Get some things - off of your chest?” 

“I don’t want to spend my time complaining when I can be with you,” you said, pinching his nipple, making him hiss. No one had ever done that before, so it was a new experience, a new feeling. And he found himself enjoying it more than he thought that he ever would. “No more work talk. I just - I want to be with you.” 

“Okay,” Arthur agreed without a second’s hesitation, lowered his head, and met you in a kiss. It started off gentle, but then turned into something more passionate, steamy. Like a married couple in heat, rather than unfamiliarity. Your tongue was the first to initiate contact, swiping at his lower lip, making him moan again, his mouth opening, granting you entrance to explore. To taste. You took advantage.  

Your hands wandered down his torso, down to his trousers. Nearly pressed, pristine, just like he wore in real life, and you were fiddling with that button as well, with the zipper, tugging it down. The anticipation was more intense than anything he had ever felt before. He had never guessed that you were this bold. This hungry. 

His pants fell down around his ankles then, and you went with them, looking up at him from your knees. He groaned at the sight alone. Never in his own wildest dreams - 

And yet this was YOUR dream. He may have constructed the scenario but you were doing your own actions, saying your own words, adapting to it. This was all your idea. This was what you wanted. He swallowed heavily, nearly choking on his own spit as he felt the air start to touch his bare skin - and more of it as you lowered his briefs.  

He gasped out your name when he felt you slide him into your mouth. He was girthy but he fit so perfectly inside of your mouth like this, like it was meant to be. You enveloped him, making him feel things that he had not felt - ever. Arthur had always been a serious person, a serious child, a serious teenager. He didn’t do high school flings, or college one-night stands. So, this was a new sensation. This was a night full of them. And if this is just what it felt like in a dream, imagine real life - oh, he was imagining it alright.  

He was looking down at you, your eyes closed, eyelashes creating a gorgeous curved line against your skin. He wished that you would open them again. There was no sight that he could imagine wanting more. But then you moaned around him, tongue circling, and the thoughts flew out of his head again. All he could do was concentrate on not climaxing right then and there. It would be embarrassing, even in dream form. His hands rested them on your cheeks, lightly stroking with his thumb, admiring the way that you looked. Admiring the way that you felt. Admiring your very talented mouth.  

Your head was moving back and forth in earnest, and you truly looked like you were enjoying yourself, which excited him even more. He moaned your name again, moving his hips, pushing himself further into your mouth, which you took with gusto. You pulled back after a moment and licked him from base to tip, causing a shiver to go down his spine.  

Once you were off, he took ahold of you and brought you up to your feet, and made quick work of ridding you of your clothes. He felt like he was losing control. He never lost control. But this was one of the few times that he was fine with it. It didn’t even occur to his mind right now that his dice were in the pocket of his fallen trousers and he had nothing that he could ground himself with right then. 

Once your body was exposed to him, he was the one who lowered himself to you, taking your nipple inside of his mouth, biting it ever so gently with the tip of his teeth, making you cry out. It wasn’t in pain though, your hands starting to mess with his perfectly styled hair, the gel falling apart beneath your fingers, pulling him even closer to you as you fell back onto the bed. He didn’t stop. His tongue was flicking at the end of your nipple inside of his mouth, suckling on it softly, arranging his weight so that it wasn’t on you too heavily. 

Watching how well you were enjoying yourself, he took initiative, his hand coming up to grab your other breast, his thumb rubbing against the nipple, first slowly and then growing more aggressively. He felt it harden under his touch and that just made him all the more aroused. He was having an effect on you.  

You were having a wet dream about him. 

What he also noticed was the fact that your thighs were squeezing together, trying to give yourself some friction. Oh, just the thought of what heaven might lay between there - he was quivering with anticipation. 

You were moaning his name now, making these cute little humming noises. These sweet little mews. He suckled a little harder, and to his complete surprise, heard you stammer -  

“I - I love you-” 

He froze for a second there. The fact that you said that made it real. This was a dream. You probably didn’t have any feelings for you. And he was taking advantage of a weird situation. Did you even want to have a dream like this? Did he need consent in a dream for this to happen? 

“Stop thinking and come kiss me,” You mumbled, holding onto his shoulders. Another freezing shiver. How did you know that he was thinking? How could you have known that he was the kind of man who lived inside of his own head far more than he did the outside world? But this was still your dream so he did what he was told to do, moving upwards, his lips catching onto yours. 

You were so damn soft. His hormones were starting to ravage at him, causing him to suck your lower lip into his mouth, nibbling at it softly. It had been a long time for him. Dream or no dream. He hardly even allowed himself to jack off so this was feeling like pure bliss and torture at the same time. His kisses grew a little more frantic, causing you to moan again underneath him, your hands moving towards his hips, pulling him closer. You weren’t just hitting at what you wanted, but you were leading him there. There was no room for any miscommunication or understanding.  

He was finely kept. Everything was trimmed, neat-looking. His skin was soft beneath, and there was almost no friction as he pressed his hardness against you. He fit between your thighs oh so perfectly, pushing little by little until he felt the pressure of the tip going in, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat. 

He felt like he had a deadline. The dream could be over any moment now but he didn’t want it to be. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes as he pushed himself forward, felt you arching your back underneath him, penetrating without hesitation or struggles. He came back down, kissing you, setting a slow pace, sliding in and out deliciously. Now that he was in you, there was something about it that felt so special, so intimate - you weren’t just a dream anymore. 

His hips thrust slowly, circling, and then started to speed up, finding his rhythm. You broke off the kiss to moan, to whisper his name, to tell him time and time again that you loved him, which made him feel absolutely exhilarated.  It felt so real - that he had even started to say it back. Your name left his lips in the most loving way. And he found that he adored saying it. His pace picked up more, moving faster, feeling you squeezing him from the inside. You were so wet, so warm, he couldn’t get enough. His lips played at your neck, breath growing faster - making it all seem so real. 

He could feel the tension starting to build in that way that was familiar and yet felt like it had been out of his grasp for so long. He pushed himself towards it and was getting closer when you seemed to break, the loudest moan out of you yet, an extra wetness flooding around him as your body started to squeeze more, refusing to let him go. That just propelled him the extra way there, his forehead against yours, sweat almost acting like an adhesive. His hips were no longer in any sort of rhythm, just moving, just going, just -  

Bliss. 

He felt every millisecond of it, as if prolonged by the dream, stretched out, powerful. And then he rolled onto his side ineloquently beside you, kissing your cheek as you both fought to catch your breath. 

After a couple of minutes, he found himself spooning you, running his hands against your upper thighs. It was comforting, being this close to you, and he knew this was one dream that was never going to fade in his memory. He’d be keeping it alive by thinking about it as much as was humanly possible. 

“I need to tell you something,” you said, which drew his attention back to the dream he was living in rather than the one he’d be thinking about later. 

“You can tell me anything,” He breathed, kissing your bare shoulder.  

“I think my boss is-” 

Arthur’s eyes shot open just as he found himself landing hard on the floor. His hands didn’t shoot out in time to break his fall, and he had landed right upon his shoulder, causing a groan to come out from his lips. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Eames’ very annoying voice carried over from the other side of the couch. One look at the shit-eating grin on his face told Arthur that he had been the one to push him off of the couch. He sat up and rubbed at his shoulder, glaring up at Eames. “Thought you might want to clean up before the day starts.” 

“Clean up?” Arthur grumbled, stretching the muscle which now ached. “I was just about to get more information about her boss-” 

“You were getting something alright,” Eames continued grinning, motioning his head towards Arthur’s body. His own eyes trailed down to his lap and saw the very evident went spot on his bottoms. What happened in the dream didn’t just stay in the dream, apparently. The tips of his ears started to turn red in embarrassment, and he got up onto his feet and stalked towards the bathroom, ignoring the laughter that echoed through the walls. 

[bvckandeddie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @devirnis ❤️

How many works do you have on ao3?

if we include both of my ao3 psuedonyms (which we are, otherwise this would be a very boring ask meme) i have 14 works!

What's your total ao3 word count?

561,661 😳

What fandoms do you write for?

i’ve most recently written for 9-1-1, but i’ve also written for Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Top five fics by kudos:

reality strikes, so bring back the night (ATLA)

That Midnight Sky (ATLA)

swords of fate, pride of heart (ATLA)

i could (never) give you peace (ATLA)

what a heart can do (9-1-1)

Do you respond to comments?

i try my best, yes!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

no angsty endings, god bless 🫶

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh gosh, i don’t know. they’re all happy! i suppose That Midnight Sky because i really put sokka and zuko through it in that one, lmao.

Do you get hate on fics?

uh, yeah, lmao. just once! one of the very first comments on hurt locker was someone who was very unhappy with the decisions eddie made throughout that fic. i think maybe they just didn't understand the concept of POV storytelling ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Do you write smut?

i let much more talented writers than me fill that gap in the literature!

Craziest crossover:

not really a crossover in terms of ao3 categorization, but maybe the Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU i wrote for buddie?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t think so, but i do know that i could (never) give you peace is on goodreads somewhere. wish it wasn’t!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! someone recently translated i could (never) give you peace into russian! super, super cool.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES, i co-wrote the amazing fruity beverages with megan aka @engagedzukka aka @crosspin. brainstorming that entire universe and collaborating with such an incredible writer was so fun, and it was a huge highlight of 2021. (hi megan ily 🥰❤️ can you believe we wrote that over three years ago???)

All time favourite ship?

my evergreen relationships that i could go find a fic for at literally any time are stony, arthur/eames, and spirk. buddie though…there’s something really special with them 🥹❤️

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i started a really angsty fic last summer when i was in a bad mood (lol) where eddie and buck kind of knew about the potential of what they could be together. after the lightning strike, eddie was ready to take that next step, but then buck got together with natalia. i kind of just wanted eddie and buck to yell at each other a little bit, y'know? exploring their relationship breakdown was really cathartic for me at the time. with the direction the show is taking now, i don’t know if it’s something that i’ll finish. it seems like the fandom has swiftly moved on from that era of the show, and fair enough. we’re all on the bucktommy train now, right? choo choo! 🚂

What are your writing strengths?

i love writing dialogue!!!! i love writing dialogue so much!!!! it's so snappy and boom boom boom, y'know? all of a sudden i have 1k written and life is amazing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i really hate inner monologue. i’ll write it, because it’s integral to the story, but I’m never like, oh my god, i’m so thrilled to be writing this inner monologue stuff right now, lol. let’s get back to the meat and potatoes of the story, people! dialogue!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i do not know another language, so i tend to steer clear of it, because i know how google translate fails us all.

First fandom you wrote in?

ha. ha ha. the mortal instruments by cassandra clare. i still get occasional favourites on my clace and malec stories from fanfiction dot net. i didn't even FINISH the clace one! anyways.

Favourite fic you've written?

this is hard! i can't pick just one! TMS holds a really special place in my heart because it was the first idea for a story where i was like, wait, i think i could actually write this and finish it. and then i did! and the zukka fandom was so fucking sweet and kind about it.

i’m also really proud of what a heart can do because i was nervous about writing an original child character and i worried i wouldn’t be able to do the story justice. but the reception has been incredible! i genuinely cannot believe i wrote that fic in between doing research and writing my thesis. how did i do that?!?

one fic that i really, really love is swords of fate, pride of heart. i wrote that fic in like, a week. it was insane. the fic is so ridiculous, and it was so fucking fun to write. whenever i get a comment on it, i usually go back and reread a portion of it and i'm always a little in awe of my past self. like, yeah, i wrote that.

this was so fun to do!! tagging @captain-hen @wildlife4life @shitouttabuck @colonoscopys @eddiebabygirldiaz @traumabuddies @try-set-me-on-fire @hattalove and @kananjarus if you feel like it! my activity feed is super messed up rn thanks to that ‘first base is/second base is’ post lmao so i’m really sorry if i missed anyone or if you’ve been tagged already 😭❤️