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[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.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine catching Eames in your dreams...

Imagine catching Eames in your dreams because of your hyperthymesia...

"Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Eames started cursing as soon as he was wrenched from the dream by dying.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Arthur asks, eyeing your still sleeping form.

"What's wrong? Is that you've done a shitty job, boy, and now a vengeful little witch, who literally can't forget anything, has seen my face and knows I tried to mess with her head," the forger ranted as he uncharacteristically nervously tumbled around to get his belongings and get out of there as soon as possible.

Eames knew it was too late though, he had a target on his back the second you woke. He knew what he should do but the thought of not letting you wake up at all only crossed his mind for a second with a strange, suffocating feeling that he wasn't about to analyze. So dragged Arthur with him and started to plan his next move as they exited the building.

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[dyns33]

Specificity

I will be honest, I didn't like Inception. Saw it once, understood it but didn't like it. But I like Tom Hardy and I liked Eames, so I tried to write a little something for him.

The first thing Arthur had said before she met Mister Eames was that he was difficult.

Cobb had corrected by saying that he was very good at his job, like the whole team since he only worked with the best, but that his style and the style of their Extractor were very different.

"Eames can seem playful…"

“He is childish, frivolous and careless.”

"Thank you, Arthur. Let's just say he likes to have fun, but he knows how to be serious when necessary. We've never had any problems with him."

The work went well, apart from the incessant arguments between Arthur and Eames, although it was obvious that this amused the Forger a lot.

The rest of the time he flirted with Y/N. As an Architect, she had to concentrate to maintain a coherent universe during the dream, which was not easy with this smiling man who distracted her whenever he had the opportunity.

Difficult, Arthur had said, she saw quite well what he meant.

But really very talented, and really very charming. Hard to resist. The problem was that Mr. Eames was a gambler. A player. He loved risk and challenge, which is why he continued to tease Arthur whenever he saw him.

As soon as he saw that he wasn't getting what he wanted with Y/N, she immediately became interesting.

She didn't really think the first time they kissed. The dream had been difficult to manage, the mission dangerous, they had almost died and Eames had been injured protecting her.

Her lips were pressed to his before she realized what she was doing, too relieved that he was alive. Immediately he had hugged her, responding to her kiss without worrying about their colleagues.

Cobb had sighed, Arthur had rolled his eyes, Saito had shrugged, Ariadne had smiled and Yusuf had taken notes.

No one blamed her for her reaction, because the whole team had been affected by what had happened. They didn't talk about it again.

Eames didn't mention it again either, but he called her more often. He came to her hotel room as if everything was perfectly normal.

It was hard to remember when he joined her in bed. It seemed impossible to resist Mr. Eames's charms, despite her best efforts.

"I'll take everything you want to give me, darling." he said to her one day, kissing her forehead as she fell asleep against him.

He kept his word. Eames took what she gave, giving nothing in return. He responded to her messages, her calls, he came when she asked him, he received her kisses, her caresses, and he took everything with a big smile.

Y/N didn’t blame him, he didn’t force her to give either. It was a balanced arrangement. She just had to avoid anything complicated with feelings. This was not the domain of Mr. Eames, eternal child.

Normally, she would have acted thoughtfully and carefully, being a very gifted professional at her job. But it wasn’t about work, and Y/N wanted to take some risks when she was with him. A game could be fun, once in a while.

“I want us to get married.” she said very calmly as they dined in a chic restaurant in Paris.

"… I don't have a ring on me right now, but I can get down on one knee with a baguette."

She hadn't thought he would accept. As he was a gambler himself, perhaps he wanted to see how far she would go. So Y/N offered everything.

A grandiose wedding, with lots of guests, two cakes, a princess dress, an indecently expensive wedding ring, with less than a year to prepare everything.

She quickly realized that she had no chance of winning this game, which very quickly became more painful than fun.

"Yusuf made me think that we need several options for the banquet. We need to add dishes."

"Very well dear."

“I mean, what dishes do I add ?”

"Oh, whatever you want. Anything is fine with me."

“And Cobb asks for the gift list.”

“Yes, he asked me too, I told him to check with you.”

Very effective response, always the same. Eames said yes to everything, without ever having to do anything, since the marriage was her idea, and therefore it seemed normal that she would be the one to organize it from start to end, even if he handed her his numerous bank cards as soon as she asked.

In the end, it wasn't their wedding that she was planning, but a wedding in which he would participate, perhaps, if he didn't run away at the last moment.

Y/N wondered if she was going to break down first. And probably she should, because the game was affecting her more than it should, and for a reason that was starting to become quite clear.

After all this time together, and despite all her good intentions, it was obvious that she liked Mr. Eames a little too much.

No, she was in love, that was a certainty when her heart was racing because he whispered her name, when she had trouble breathing when he didn't respond after a mission, and above all because she wanted to to cry every time he didn't invest in the preparations.

Yet he had been very clear from the start. He would take, nothing more.

The wedding was to take place the following week when Y/N turned to him at the end of a mission, trying to hide any emotion.

“I don’t want to marry you.”

He didn't really seem surprised, but still a little disappointed. His only response was to nod, accepting this announcement without putting up the slightest resistance. He took his things and left without giving his destination.

The rest of the team was not as understanding.

Everyone asked her why she was ending such a beautiful story. Even Arthur seemed shocked, as he was the first to criticize Eames.

“You seemed so happy together.” Ariadne sighed in despair. “When Eames looked at you, he had stars in his eyes.”

“It wasn’t serious.”

"Really ? I saw the way you smiled when he called your name. And he said it with such fervor and love."

“There was no love.”

"But…"

"Ariadne, he doesn't love me. He doesn't care. It wasn't a relationship, it wasn't a marriage, just a game that went too far. Please stop."

Y/N took the first flight to Barcelona, to stop thinking about all this and be away from everyone. Unfortunately, their team had the best Pointman and Extractor, who always knew where to find his teammates.

Of course, this normally served no purpose outside of missions, and Arthur never gave out their location if it wasn't necessary.

It was impossible to imagine what Eames could have said or done to get this information, because there was no other way he could have ended up at her hotel room door.

He looked less confident than usual, scratching the back of his neck and grimacing.

"Um… Hello."

“What do you want, Mr. Eames ?”

"Darling, you know I love you right ? Because Ariadne told Arthur, who told Cobb, who told Yusuf, who told me that you thought I didn't love you. I went down on one knee and offered you French bread, it's huge."

"… If you want us to sleep together, it's really not…"

“Darling.” sighed sadly with a terribly sad look. "I think we misunderstood each other. I'll take what you give me, and you can take everything from me."

“I don’t feel like I get much from you.”

"I agreed to marry you ! And be careful, I'm delighted, the happiest day of my life, and I would have accepted all the other requests. Anything to make you happy. That's why I wanted you to choose your dress, the flowers, the meal, to make it the wedding you wanted, because the only thing it ever needs for it to be perfect is for you to be there. I want you, nothing more."

"… I actually think we misunderstood each other."

"If it was just a game, darling… Tell me and I'll go drown my broken heart in a bar. But if you still want this marriage… I'm here."

Some people thought Eames was difficult, but in the end he was a very simple man.

So smart that he was stupid, not thinking it would be necessary to talk about his feelings. To him, it was obvious that he was in love, otherwise why would he spend so much time with Y/N ? Why would he want to hear from her, have her in his arms, have her named after him ? She was as smart as him, if not smarter, she should know that.

Yes, he liked gambling, his life wasn't stable, but when it came to that sort of thing, he was a romantic gentleman. Yusuf knew this. But not the rest of the team.

He hadn't thought that Yusuf didn't talk about his secrets with others, and that the rest of the team had been able to warn her against some of his bad habits, which didn't reflect very well on him.

He seemed casual, but with Y/N, he had been very serious.

"I can take over the entire wedding planning. It will take a long time, I have a lot of ideas. I don't know if you've noticed, darling, but I have imagination. The decoration, the clothes , music… So many possible themes but an unlimited budget. I mean, almost unlimited. I played a bit after the wedding cancellation and you know what they say ? Unlicky at cards, all that. What do you think of an underwater wedding ?"

“Maybe we could slowly resume the relationship before talking about marriage again.” she sneered, as relaxed as at the beginning of their story, when everything was simple.

"We can. I also have lots of date ideas. Are you afraid of heights ? Allergies ? In fact, I already know, I may have hacked your computer and forced Arthur to tell me the rest, but I really want you to tell me about yourself.”

“What if I want to talk about you ?”

“Ah, my love, we are going to be very bored, we will need a lot of alcohol. I know where our first date will be !”

They didn't talk about marriage again right away. No, Eames waited until the third date to propose again with a basket filled with several types of bread.

The team didn't really know how to react when they received wedding invitation again, where the new date had been replaced by hand, with a smiley face. They were happy, because Eames and Y/N seemed happy together, but at the same time they were afraid that the same nightmare would start again.

“If he hurts you, tell me.” Arthur said, one hand resting on his gun.

"Everything will be alright."

"Hmm. And remember he's an idiot, don't hurt him too."

“Oh, Arthur, you care !” cried Eames sarcastically.

"No, you might disappear again and even if I found you, it would jeopardize the mission."

"So charming, mate. Why are you my best man again ?"

“I’m Y/N’s best man.”

“Specificity, right darling ?” Eames chuckled, taking Y/N's hand to kiss it, his eyes shining that screamed that he loved her more than anything, even if he wasn't good at telling it with words.

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[mlmxreader]

The Flirting Game | Eames x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Eames: Hi!! Hope you're doing good 🖤! May I please request something using the following prompts for Eames X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Just fucking leave it, alright?!" Thank you 🖤!! 🐍anon

summary: tensions are rising, and it's not fun for you or Eames.

tws: swearing

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Eames hummed as he shuffled his playing cards at the table, only daring to look at you from the corner of his eye; you had been sour all day, and he couldn't pinpoint why. Your bad mood, he assumed, was just one of those days. It had to be. He couldn’t think of any reason why you would be in such an awful mood, after all.

But then, maybe it was something he had done; he thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. No, he hadn’t even spoken to you that day except a few texts here and there to check in with one another like usual. But Eames couldn’t wrap his head around it, and frowned as he looked over at you as you made yourself a cup of coffee; something was definitely wrong, as a heavy metal song he knew you loved was playing on the Bluetooth speaker connected to his phone, but you didn’t even mouth the lyrics like you usually did when you made coffee.

He furrowed his brows, you were definitely up shit’s creek and he was sure that he was holding the paddle; he used his phone to turn up the volume a little bit, but you didn’t notice. Something was absolutely wrong. He rose from his chair, letting his playing cards fall to the table before he made his way over to you, grabbing your sides like he usually did but doing his best not to hum in disappointment when you didn’t play along like usual. 

“What is it?”

“Don’t fucking worry,” you huffed, brushing him off. 

That wasn’t normal, either.

You never brushed Eames off, the same as he never brushed you off; you were the best of friends, always had been. You never brushed one another off - sure, you kept secrets and you had boundaries, but you never, never brushed each other off or pushed each other away. He was confused, and admittedly, a little hurt.

“Darling-”

“Just fucking leave it, alright?!” You snapped, pushing him away from you before storming off to the bedroom. 

Eames frowned, wincing a little when the door slammed shut. He sighed, shaking his head as he didn’t know what the fuck he was meant to do. He didn’t know how to comfort you, he didn’t even know what was eating away at you so terribly. If he knew, maybe he could have comforted you; he knew though, that his own problems would have to wait.

Sure, Eames had been pining after you for years upon years and had wished that he had had the time to tell you how he had felt for so long - but either his work, personal shit, or your work always got in the way. Like the universe was against him and didn’t want you together as anything but friends. He sighed, resigning himself to the table and drinking your coffee. He hated it, it wasn’t made the way that he liked but he drank it anyway because he loved you enough to look past a different taste in coffee.

He sighed, going back to his cards and shuffling them as he waited and waited; it felt like years before he heard the door open again, and quiet, hesitant footsteps approached. Eames looked up when you reached the chair beside him, and he dared to smile as he cleared his throat. 

“Good evening, darling.”

“I’m really sorry, dearest,” you said softly, shaking your head. “I just… a lot of shit right now.”

Eames nodded in understanding. “For all of us. It’s alright.”

You sighed, shaking your head again. “It’s not.”

“Darling,” he scoffed, shaking his head fondly as he started to lay his cards out for a game of solitaire. “I love you enough to forgive you for drinking shit coffee. I’ll forgive you for a little lashing out.”

“You’re not pissed?”

“No!” Eames almost laughed. “If you had broken my mum’s shire horse ornament, then yeah - but you didn’t. So I don’t care. A door can be replaced - you can’t.”

“Thanks…” you muttered, leaning your arms on the table. You rested your chin just below your hand as you sighed. “Can I let you in?”

He nodded, placing one card on another. “Always.”

“It’s Cobb,” you explained, “he keeps flirting with me and sending me all these really flattering and… weird, if I’m honest, messages. Like he wants to, I dunno, go on a date or something but I… shit, Eames, I can’t imagine doing something like that with anyone but…”

“But?”

“Anyone but you,” you muttered, shaking your head. “I know, I know I’m an idiot and I should probably jump at the chance to spend time with anyone else but… but you get me. You let me in, and I let you in. We’re…”

“We’re good together, darling,” Eames replied, doing very little to not sound smug. “Aren’t we?”

You nodded in agreement, daring to smile. “We are, yeah… quite honestly, I’d be fucking livid to spend my days with anyone but you.”

He grinned, nodding. “So it’s mutual… can I let you in?”

You nodded. “Always.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for ages,” he started, “but my work, your work, personal shit with both of us always gets in the way… but, my dearest darling, I’ve wanted to be something different to friends for so long. I told you - I said, you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger. What if my dream’s being able to spend my years with you?”

“Then I’d tell you we need to do everything we can to make it real,” you said softly. “But, y’know, Eames, I have to admit something.”

“Go on.”

“You’re so much better at flirting than Cobb is,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Really. So, so much fucking better.”

Eames grinned as he licked his lips. “Someone like you? I always have to be on top form - can’t have someone else snatching you up, can I?”

You grinned back as you shrugged. “I guess not.”

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[wandawiccan60]

Losing A Dream Like You

An Eames X Zayla(FemOC) Story SMUT

💕😍ONE-SHOT & DRABBLES MASTERLIST💕😍

MORE EAMES??? X 👈🏻( If you want to dream a little bigger darlin’…🥰♥️⏳)

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all having a good nice day. I know that the weather for everyone has been nothing but horrible believe me I am already done with summer and I want Fall to come already... However, I am back with another One-Shot, and this time I went with Eames from Inception. He is one of my favorites and had this mind when I actually had a dream of James Delaney the other night, and I know it wasn't Eames but it motivated me to do this One-Shot(I promise I will do more James Delaney). But yet again here it is another short story of my lovely Eames. Again guys thank you for reading please reblog and comment it will mean a lot for me and my blog. As always guys thank and please Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 6.010

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Graphic Blood, Lit Swearing, Alcohol Use, Mentions of Depression, Fluff (Zayla and Eames), Mentions of Abandonment, Mentions of Child Neglect, and Steamy SMUT

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Eames… baby… you’re dreaming of me again, aren’t you?… it’s time for you to get up, my sleepy bird…

Eames then gasped out loud as he sat up quickly in the middle of his dark and quiet bedroom. His breathing was the only thing he was hearing while looking around his surroundings. He then covered his face with both of his hands as his breathing became more steady. 

“Goddamn it,” he said as he muffled between his hands as Eames removed his grey blanket to the side. 

His feet touched the cold wooden brown floor, feeling some sort of light headache in his head. But he tried to ignore it as much as could as he got up from bed.

Eames made his way to the kitchen, turning on the lights along the way. As he made it to the counter, he then took out from one of the cabinets a bottle of tequila. And without bothering to get a glass, he then undid the lid and dragged the hot liquid in one sip. He then took a huge exhale after putting the bottle down on top of the counter. Not giving a damn about the now hurtful headache that was pulsing against his head.

It has been almost 6 grieving drunken and exhausting months since Zayla died in that mission she volunteered to join with him and the rest of the gang.. She was the one who wanted to take the risks while Eames, however, was worried for her safety, knowing the dangers that were up ahead of them. And he wasn’t wrong right until after that day they almost succeeded in the task but failed horrifically.

Zayla was someone special to Eames since the first time he laid eyes on her. It was a beautiful fresh evening as Eames walked his way back to his apartment. After having a meeting with Cobb and the rest of his teammates talking about doing this highly riskily mission. It was just another normal walk until he accidentally bumped into a gorgeous young-looking Spaniard woman. As her notebook fell to the floor, loose papers scattered around. 

“Oh, Christ I’m terribly sorry miss, here let me help you with those,” Eames said as he knelt down to help the girl with her paperwork.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have kept my eyes up. It’s just been a terrible and chaotic day for me at work,” she said, grabbing one paper after the other, feeling embarrassed in front of him. “I am a very clumsy person sometimes again. I’m sorry for making you help me out.”

“Miss, it’s perfectly fine don’t be daft I definitely understand what you’re saying,” he said as he was about to pick up the last paper on the floor. Until Zayla’s hand clasped with Eames as they both then looked up to face each other.

For a moment or two, Eames felt the world around him go into a blur. Until he took into the presence of the woman, he was helping. She had amazing long dark brown hair that touched her hips with lovely looking thin lips. And what captured Eames’ gaze the most about her was those amazingly bright green-brown eyes of hers. He felt as if he was under a bewitching hex that he accidentally touched without asking. 

“Ummm, thank you for helping me out, good sir,” Zayla said as she raised herself up to her feet while feeling her cheeks flush red. “I should get going but again it was very nice of you for helping me Mr.?” 

“Eames, just call me Eames, and what is your name if I may ask?” He said as he handed the last paperwork to her.

“It’s Zayla, it is very nice to meet you, Eames,” she said as she shyly took the paper from his hand, while he gave a kind smile to her.

After that unexpected encounter between the two, which was 2 years ago, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other almost every day. And to their surprise, they ended up working together, along with Arthur and Cobb. Both Arthur and Cobb mostly saw potential in Zayla besides being a quick, high advanced hacker, a thief like Eames, and an architect. But underneath all those skills, however, she had a special gift when dream sharing with others. Zayla was born with the gift of being able to sense, feel, see, and hear the dead and astral project herself from her physical body. So, in most cases, she had no use in being wired up to the Pasiv machine and instead used her projection, so it was easy for her to get into anybody’s consciousness. Which depended on how much strength, time and energy she can be away from her physical body. Since the more she is out spiritually, the more difficult it would be to go back to her body. 

It freaked both Arthur and Cobb out when they tested her with Eames, he however, was very impressed by how abnormal and yet bone-chilling abilities she can do as a whole. And this, however, made Eames like her more and know they would get along closely together. And after months of practice, they all thought it was time for the real thing. 

“How did you realize you could do such frightening and yet amazing abilities?” Eames asked Zayla one night alone in their secret abandoned warehouse.

Zayla chuckled at what Eames was trying to ask her, which didn’t bother her for one bit. She also had grown fond of Eames’ charming persona. He was kind, smart, a fast learner, strong, fearless, and a caring human being. But once she knew his whole backstory, she realized he could be a mischievous and a well-known thief, mostly. Since he can as well dopplegang into anyone that he pleases or when it is a mission. This made Zayla like him more, for it reminded her of her old self when she was a bit of a rebel. And for a short period, she would wander the streets of Venice. Where she had to fend for herself and survive after her father abandoned her.  

“Well, it did not really surprise me when I discovered I possessed such gifts for the first time. My father thought the devil cast a horrible curse upon me. And that is when he left me to rot in the streets on my own, thinking that I would bring more bad luck than good,” she said while holding back the tears from coming out of her eyes.

“I am sorry to hear about what your father did to you. No little girl like you should have never been left out on the streets. Your father was a delusional and neglectful man who couldn’t see how smart, lovely, and strong you have come along. Zayla, you’re full of wonderful things that I think are incredible. And believe me, if I were your father, I would only cherish you and be proud of what you are as a whole. All of this that you’re blessed with is something God giving. I may not be a religious man myself, but you should treasure this gift that you withheld. Trust me in what I say because my father was like yours, too.’

Zayla stopped writing some notes on a little notepad. And before long, she then walked to Eames’ side until suddenly she cupped his left cheek with her left hand. As they both gazed into each other’s eyes, she felt his emotions. It all clashed with many feelings of pain, sadness, lack of effect, anger, and displeasing everything that one could ever imagine. She then felt a bit of a shudder after feeling these instincts, fully understanding where Eames has come from.

“Your father seemed to have always been disappointed in you for most of your life. Even though you’ve tried to show him so many times that you are a quick thinker, He would always shrug you off and always still thought of you as a failure. But you are not, certainly not to me. Because you are also someone blessed with a gift like me. We outcasts with immense capabilities that some would see as terrifying, devilish, and supernatural. So I know what it feels like to be in this sort of position, but that doesn’t make me think you’re a failure. You are more than that Eames that your father couldn’t see. That is why I liked you so much and with this you are now saying I love you even more,” she said, gently brushing her thumb against his cheek. 

Eames, however, had something else in mind, for he then grabbed her face with his hands. And with no strings to restrain him, took her in with a gentle kiss. Zayla didn’t know how to react to this, but once the kiss became more passionate, she returned the kiss. 

They both breathed heavily between their lips as Eames hoisted her legs around his waist. While not breaking the kiss, he then gently placed her on top of a faded wooden table. As a small gasp escaped from Zayla’s lips, Eames placed kisses on the side of her neck as his hands roamed around her body. Zayla caressed the back of his head while his plump, wet lips landed on her collarbone. Zayla then lightly moans out his name as he removed her long brown sleeve shirt. 

“You’re such a beauty to admire, do you realize that love?” Eames said as he took in her lips once again, as she unbuttoned his dark long sleeve shirt. 

 Once his shirt was completely off, Zayla’s hands then roamed smoothly against his firm chest down to his muscular stomach. She bit her bottom lips while she was touching and seeing what was in front of her. As she smiled up at Eames, she unbuckled his trousers as they closed the gap between them. Eames then undo her red bra, while Zayla then slowly rolled down the last of his clothing as she savored his lips again. As her breasts were fully exposed, he then gently grabbed her with his hands as she let out another moan. He took her right nipple in his mouth while playing around her left nipple with his other hand. She then grabbed a fist of his hair while feeling his tongue teasing her ever so erotically. 

“Oh god Eames, yes, just like that… don’t fucking stop,” Zayla moaned out Eames’s bite gently on her right nipple, leaving a light hickey along with it.

Eames then laid Zayla flatly on her back as he now licked her stomach while he then undid her black jeans. He then looked up at her while she then sexily massaged her own breasts, making his manhood erect harder. While he dragged down her jeans along with her black panties, without holding back, he licked his two fingers and inserted them inside her wet core. Zayla whimpered out as she clasped her hands over her mouth, feeling her cheeks blush red. Eames eyed her while he went continued to go in and out of her wet clinched walls. He then gave a devilish grin as he twirled her clit with his teasing tongue. This made Zayla fall over the edge as she let out a loud whimper, taking all these amazing arousals one at a time.

“Eames fuck… just like that, fuck me more,” she said while clenching a fist full of his dark brown locks again, while he increased his fingering more progressively. 

Zayla then tilted her head back as she felt her orgasm about to explode in between his mouth and fingers. Before she could cumm around his fingers, Eames slowed the pace, not wanting her to cum just yet.

“Now it is your turn to give me what I want, love. You are not allowed to cum just yet, sweetheart,” Eames soothingly said as he hovered over Zayla, as he tongue kissed her this time. 

She then turned him over on his back as she then got on her knees in front of him. She got herself comfortable in between his bulky member, as she grabbed him with both of her hands. Making Eames groan at her soft hands around his hard dick. Without question, Zayla then licked the head of his penis as her right hand stroked him up and down, ever so lovely. She then slowly took him inside her warm mouth, feeling his enormous cock consuming her entire mouth ever so deliciously. Eames’s hips clenched at this reaction while his eyes shut tightly closed, feeling every inch of her mouth.

“Zayla… f-fuck me just like that,” Eames moaned out as he gently clenched her hair with his right hand while she sucked him faster. 

She then stroked his length with her hands as she licked his tip once more. Eames bit his lips, trying to hold back a moan. Before he could say another word, Zayla took him in deeper inside her mouth, making Eames lose his mind at this action. Before he could burst inside her warm mouth, she then looked up in his gaze while catching her breath from giving him head. She got up on her feet as they both smiled at each other, feeling their warm breaths between their lips.

“How was that for a receiving pleasure, baby?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his lips.

“Love, how can I say no to a wonderful woman such as you, eh?” he said, placing his hands against her naked hips, their foreheads resting against each other.

“I want you already inside me Eames, make me yours already,” Zayla said as she adjusted herself against his hard member. 

“You really want it, my desperate naughty girl?” he said as he could feel her sweet flower rub against his length.

“Hmmm yes, so much baby, don’t tease me anymore. Do whatever you please with my lovely cunt, for it is now yours to claim,” Zayla said as she now could feel the head of his cock smear between her folds.

“Is it mine to take? Is it now, huh? Well, then I would gladly give it to you my precious flower, for you are now mine and mine to take. Do you understand my pet?” Eames said as he caressed her left cheek with his thumb while she closed her eyes at his soft touch.

“I’m yours and only yours baby, I love you Eames so much,” she said, placing her hands on his broad shoulders.

And with that, he sunk her down slowly inside of her as they both moaned in unison, feeling both of their genitals as one. She then thrust his cock ever so lightly while Eames gripped her hips to keep her in balance. The sight of her well-sized breasts bounced ever so hotly in front of him, thinking how lucky he was to have a woman like Zayla. As they both picked up the pace, she then kissed the side of his neck as Eames hugged her tightly in his arms. And before long, their thrusts became quicker than they both were hitting their right spots for each other. 

“Fuck baby, Eames shit… yes please make me feel unclean,” Zayla said as she gripped his tighter around her arms, while she bit him lightly on his left shoulder

“Hmmm fuck, you feel so wonderful love, I love you… so much sweety, cum for me,” he said between breaths while he could feel his insides coming sooner than he thought.

As they both moaned together once again, they both held nothing back as their orgasms clashed together. Eames then thrust into her a few more times as his juices filled her whole, while Zayla tried her best to catch her breath. As Eames tried to relax as best as he could, he then rest his now sweaty forehead against her right shoulder, also catching his breath. Zayla then lean back as he grabbed his face between her hands, as a big smile spread across her face.

“You alright baby?” she said as a small giggle escaped between her smile, making Eames huff at this comment.

“Alright? Hehe, I feel fucking wonderful. You were so amazing would really love to do this again with you. Do you feel alright, my sweet flower? Did I hurt you in any way?” he said as he cupped her chin between his fingers.

“Mi Amor, I feel better than I could ever ask. You made me feel less stressed and more alive since the meeting we had with the others. I think we should call it a night and head back home. What do you say bebe?”

“Whatever you say, mi Reyna, I will agree to anything my Zayla commands and wants, ok?” he said as she chuckled at his mispronunciation, loving how beautiful he just was. 

They then made it back to the hotel room some hours later, where they shared a soft medium size bed together. As she slept soundly around his arms, Eames couldn’t feel anything but a joy to have Zayla against his side. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world to be gifted with a woman that is just like him. Different, smart, beautiful, and someone that he felt comfortable sharing his feelings. 

He then softly caressed her left cheek while she continued to sleep soundly in front of him. As he reminded a few locks of hair away from her face, placing them behind her left ear. Eames then kissed her the top of her head, feeling the sleep overcoming his body. Before he could knock it out completely, he then said something that he would never forget that day before he lost her that same night.

“Zayla, I love you so, so much, mi corazón. I know you can see and hear me, but if you are here. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while… please be mine forever. Please be the woman to complete me. I’m asking you for your hand in marriage and I mean it so much. Because if I never met someone perfect and enchanting like you, I… wouldn’t imagine a life without you mi linda mujer. So please baby… accept… accept me as your loving husband, for I will cherish you for years to come. I promise I will never disappoint you or fail you because I love you, Zayla. Mi estrella, mi luz, and my soul,” Eames said lastly until his heavy eyes overtook him to sleep, and all the while, Zayla heard and saw everything from the corner of her bed. 

Oh my, Eames… mi Rey I do… I do very much want to be yours… forever.

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Eames slumped down on his brown soft couch with a heavy grunt as he overlooked through his glass window. Looking over the nightly lit city while holding a glass of wine in one hand while holding a bottle of wine in the other. He has had no time to contact with the others, feeling as if it was useless to talk with anyone else. The only voice and person he wanted to see the most was his Zayla. Oh, how he had missed her so sweet random conversations that he would lose himself in. Talking about her ghost stories, about her mother having the same abilities, her likes and dislikes, wanting to have children of her own, the marriage, everything. But those times were now gone as the rest of his happiness were never fully came to life.

He would always remember that haunting and last look on her face, which took a big traumatic hit on Eames’s mind. It was all going well, as any other normal mission could either be a success or a failure. Until Zayla and Arthur almost planted a false idea inside of a high-class security corporate leader named Draven. But he right away noticed it was a distraction to take him in while Eames and Cobbs tried to steal his very secretive plans. 

“You think you can deflect me that easily, my dear friends, hehe. You know something that you should have noticed beforehand. I always come prepared and I am quite a step ahead if you catch my drift,” he said while back in the real world, two black trucks screeched to a halt in front of the abandoned building. While inside, Arthur, Eames, Cobb, and Zayla were soundly in a deep sleep.

“So I suggest you hurry back along back o your bodies before my men come to you first, clock is ticking,” Draven said with an ugly smirk on his face while taking out a gun from behind his belt.

“Zayla lookout!” Arthur screamed out as he shoved her to the side as they both landed down on the floor. 

Draven laughed out loud at how foolish and imprudent they were, while Arthur and Zayla ran their way out of the room they tried to keep Draven in. 

“Eames, Cobb, fall back. We are in trouble right now. We have to wake up now. Zayla, do your thing, but hurry,” Arthur said to her as they stopped somewhere safely away from Draven.

She just nodded her head as she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on going back to her body. But the more she focused, the more her energy and strength became weak. 

“Come on Zayla, hurry, we got much time,” he said as he looked over his right shoulder to see if Draven was somewhere nearby.

Zayla said nothing, for she tried her best to get back to her body and when all hope was almost lost, she then finally made it back to reality. She gasped for air as she quickly sat underneath an old ruined couch. While trying to get her breathing as steady as she could, she then hopped up off the couch as she then played Arthur’s tape that contained the French song that makes him wake up faster. But below them, she heard hard thumping noises coming in their direction. 

As she played the song, Arthur suddenly woke up with a big gasp. As he then as well hop-up quickly on his feet.

“Arthur, we have to hurry. I can hear them coming. I have to go back inside to get Cobb and Eames. Whatever happens to me after I wake them up, you guys go on ahead and run like hell. You understand me?” she said as she then laid back on the couch again, but Arthur wasn’t agreeing about all of this just yet.

“No, we are all getting out of here alive, you understand? I don’t want to see any of us get left behind, so don’t you dare say that, ok?” he said in an intimidating tone which Zayla nodded her knowing that she had to believe in this now.

“Your right, keep them busy as much as you can while I get Cobb and Eames. Wish me luck,” she said as she then closed her eyes once again, trying to get inside of their minds. 

She then suddenly appeared in another room of Draven’s mansion, not knowing now where the hell she is at this moment. But she then made her way out of a long dim hallway as she tried to find both Cobb and Eames. She then slowly jogged around every corner she turned until she felt Eames’ energy close by. She then took out her gun from her right side, while walking sideways, waiting to aim.

“Eames, Cobb, are you there?” she whisperly called out, feeling his energy become closer, but suddenly an armed wrapped around her neck from behind. Making her drop the gun to the floor, as she struggles to break free from this unknown person. 

The unidentified person then pinned her hard up against the wall as they wrapped his hands around her neck, making her choke out for air. While back with Arthur, he noticed that her body had started to shake uncontrollably. As she let out raspy groans between her lips, the henchmen were now getting closer to the door. He then walked to her side and placed a hand on her right shoulder, trying to wake her up as best he can.

“Zayla, Zayla shit, shit. Come on, get out there already, don’t risk any further anymore,” he said in a panic state while on the other side, she could hear his faint voice. Feeling as if she was going to pass out. 

But out of the corner of her eyes, a gunshot went straight to the side of the person’s head as they landed on the floor with a loud thud. Zayla coughed out for breath as she massaged her neck with her right hand. Eames then made his way to her as he gently cupped her face between his large hands. 

“Baby, you're alright my dear? Did that bastard didn’t hurt you anywhere else?” he said as Zayla looked into his blue eyes, feeling her breaths come back to normal.

I’m… I’m fine, but we have to go back quickly. Draven’s men are already in the warehouse. We got to help Arthur. He’s all alone in the room. Where the hell is Cobbs? Did he get back with Arthur in time?” Zayla said as she rested her back a bit against the wall.

“He made it back in time with Arthur. It is now you and me inside here. Can you try to bring us both back to our bodies?” Eames asked as he looked over his shoulder at any other henchmen.

“Yes, but we got to get out of here first. This way, come on,” Zayla said as she took the lead while Eames looked around, pointing his gun, making sure nobody came through.

They then quietly made their way out of the gigantic mansion as they walked through the dark, dimly lit hallways from one turn to the other. But once they made it into the main entrance of the house, they then heard the click of the gun’s hammer pulling back. Which made Eames and Zayla freeze in fright, not wanting to turn to face who it was. 

“Where do you think you two are going, huh? Now turn around slowly, and throw those guns away from yourselves,” Draven said as Eames side-eyed Zayla, while she looked back at him with worried and panicked eyes.

They slowly turned themselves slowly to face Draven, and Zayla could feel her body fill up with goosebumps. Eames then gave a tense gaze at the corporate man as he gripped the gun in his hand. 

“I don’t have all day, you stupid pathetic thieves, now Hand. Over. The. Weapons. Right. Fucking. NOWWWW!” Draven exclaimed as he gripped the handle of the gun more intensely, as Zayla felt a lump form in her throat.

Before anything could get any further, Zayla then suddenly heard the French song playing, knowing that either Arthur or Cobb was trying to reach out. She then looked back at Draven, who now had his finger on the trigger, feeling his patience was running out. Zayla did the unthinkable as she felt everything went in slow motion at that very moment. As what she did in that very next move made Eames lose his entire life in front of him forever.

“You will never win in the end Draven. You’ll see it when we have the last laugh,” Zayla said as she pulled out her gun to him and pulled the trigger, hitting him on his right arm.

But before long Draven also released the bullet, as Zayla wrapped Eames tightly in her arms while the last thing she saw was his eyes that she grew to love and admire. 

“I love you Eames so much. Never forget about me, Mi Amor Mio,” she said as she closed her eyes, giving her the last energy and strength to transport each other to their bodies.

As Eames opened his eyes wide open as he gasped loudly for air, Cobb then was there by his side. 

“Hey hey easy, easy, just breathe slowly,” Cobb said as Eames looked around the enormous room, as his eyes laid on Zayla’s body. 

He noticed she was breathing heavily as a big blood stain appeared in the middle of her stomach. Eames then unbalanced got up from the gray couch as he took Zayla’s left hand in his while Cobbs wrapped his dark blue suit around her stomach. Zayla whimpered out as she felt the sharp pain in her stomach, while Eames went into a panic state.

“Baby, it’s alright my love, stay with me, you’re going to be fine. We’re going to get out of here together. Just breath, mi Amor,” he said while he caressed her right cheek with his other hand, while Zayla couldn’t help but feel the hot throbbing pain that she was feeling.

“Goddamnit, they’re trying to break down the door. We got to go, quickly this way,” Arthur exclaimed as he closed the Pasiv Machine, as Eames’s eyes formed tears in his eyes. 

“E-Eames, it’s alright m-my love, just go… please for me,” Zayla stutteringly said as she could feel her vision become blurry ever so slowly.

“No, no, don’t you dare say that… here grab on my shoulders, I’ll carry you. I am not leaving you her.-”

“Eames Go Please!!! Zayla exclaimed as loud bangs from the door were heard from behind, while Arthur and Cobb then raised Eames to his feet. 

Everything around him felt muffled and going in slow motion, as he felt his hand slide slowly away from her soft hand. Eames struggled against Cobbs and Arthurs’s grip as they then made their way down some old rusted stairs, as Eames looked back at those lovely green-brown eyes of hers. He let the tears roll down from both of his cheeks, as he saw the henchmen circled around her. As one of them placed a small knife against her neck, and in a quick slash, he cut her in a clean slice. 

“Zayla, no, no!” Eames screamed out in anger as Arthur and Cobb restrain him from going back to her, as they then made their way down the stairs. 

“Get them don’t let them get away,” one henchman yelled out as two other henchmen ran their way to catch the running trio.

Zayla’s now lifeless bloody body was laying ever so silently, as her body now became white and pale as a ghost. As her last few gurgling breaths were heard ever so quietly, until her vision became black. Like the night.

Meanwhile, outside of the building, Arthur, Eames, and Cobb rushed their way to their car, while Draven’s henchmen were close behind. As they then got inside the car, Arthur spun the vehicle as bullets then fired against the car.

“ARTHUR STEP ON IT NOW!!” Cobb yelled out from the loud bullets, as he shot back and Arthur did what he was told.

They then back the car quickly and in no time they then were out of the abandoned warehouse, as they had to escape somewhere they won’t be followed for a while. As everyone calmly tried to catch their breaths, Eames, however, fell quiet and motionless. As he had to witness such a traumatic and bloody scene, that his lovely woman got her neck sliced in front of him. Knowing that he lost his future, happiness, passion, and humanity on Zayla, his heart became cold and dead. Arthur, in a sad gaze, looked at Eames through the rearview mirror, feeling that same emotion his best friend was feeling. Arthur also felt he lost a good person on that day, feeling like it was part of his fault for letting her go back on her own. Cobb as well could feel Eames’s pain, knowing that he as well lost a loved one in his life. Knowing that Eames will go through the same state as Cobb was in the past. 

“You should have let me go back to her, you fools. She could have been saved if… if only she. If only I pulled that trigger, she wouldn’t have sacrificed herself for me. God, why did she do something like that?” Eames said as he broke down in more tears, as Arthur and Cobb silently shed tears along with him. 

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His wails and sorrows echo throughout his living room apartment, as he now emptied the wine bottle. He let the bottle fall to the wooden floor as the glass on his other hand dropped and shattered throughout the floor. He then mumbled drunkenly at the noise of the glass as he tried his best to get on his feet. 

“Why, why did you do it, Zayla? Why did you have to go, my love?” he slurring said as he fell to his knees, as he felt small sharp glasses on his palms making him grunt in pain.

“You fucking pieces of shits,” he mumbly said as he breathe sharply between his teeth, while drips of silva slid down on his chin.

He then tried his best to get on his feet, but Eames was failing miserably as he now dropped again to the floor. He felt the cold material of the floor against his cheek, as he lay flat on his stomach as tears still streamed down his face. Eames was wheezing heavily, but then in the corner of his eye saw a blurry figure coming towards him. He tried to adjust his vision, but it was no use until he heard that familiar silky voice he has missed so much.

What are you doing, my silly Eames? Don’t you see what a mess you made, mi Amor? Please, don’t let your sorrows get the best of you, my sweet King… you need to continue onward for me. You must continue your path without me. No matter what you do or go, I’ll always be here, my love. Forever always…

Eames slowly lifted his head up from the floor, as he saw that gorgeous familiar face of hers looking down on him. As she was wearing a lovely long sleeve white dress, while she sat gently down on her knees. While a small smile grew between her lovely lips, as she smoothly caressed the top of his head. 

“I… I just cannot continue… without you, baby. My happiness… was always with you and only you. I’d rather be dead and be with you instead of walking in this pathetic world,” he said as Zayla placed his head gently on top of her knee as she still caressed his head ever so smoothly.

Mi Amor, you must continue and be strong for me, do it for me for our powerful love and especially for yourself. Don’t you worry about me sweetheart, our souls will someday reunite once again. But today is not that time… you got to wake up Mi Rey. Wake up, for me, and promise me you will fight for us both. Please, baby, wake up.

“Zayla!!!” Eames yelled out as he sat up panicky from his bed while looking around in his now light up bedroom. 

He then let out a tiring long sigh as he placed his hands against his tired face. Eames looks to the left side of the bed, seeing that his clock read 8 AM, knowing it was early in the morning. 

He then let out another small sigh as he now touched the cold floor against his feet, while hunching his shoulders forward. As he looked straight out of his glass windows, breathing through his nostrils as he welcomed a new and yet another depressing day.

“I promise my Zayla, I’ll do this for you and only you, my Angel. I promise,” he said out loud to himself as he then got up on his feet, not knowing what the future would hold for him. 

I miss you, my Zayla… if only you were here with me….

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[alikaheroes]

Eames the Handsy Flirt

300-400 Word Request (357 words) by anon: 

“a very flirty/handsy Eames x reader (female) Thanks!” 

Warnings: 18+, some mature content

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You could not stop staring. You just kept staring at this handsome man in the restaurant, who you heard he was waiting for a man named Cobb but you didn't think anything of it. The slicked brown hair, plump lips. 

As you took a sip of your coffee you gasped as you looked up and saw him looking at you. You quickly looked down, spinning your mug around to see the liquid swirl.

"How are you, darling?"

You heard a soft British accent interrupt your thoughts and you turned around. You saw the man standing there, as you were met with his blue green eyes that could cut through your soul. He pulled a chair next to you.

"Oh, I'm--I'm fi--" you began when he put his hand on your leg.

"Oh baby girl, I saw you staring at me. I can see in a woman's eyes when they've got a thing for me. And that just makes me feel extra special."

You were wearing a sundress so his hand was touching your skin, sending electricity up your spine. He slid his hand up your leg, right at your thigh.

"Ooh, you're a handsy one, aren't you?" you smirked.

He smiled. "Eames. My name is Eames. And I can enter your dreams in ways you can't imagine. I'm good at...entering..."  

As he uttered the word entering, he looked right between your thighs. He slid closer next to you, stroking his hand across your cheek.

"many things..." he finished, in a whispered tone that was so sexy you immediately felt yourself getting wet.

He grabbed a strand of your hair and twirled it around. "I can see me grabbing this tonight..." He looked at you and winked. You smiled.

"Well, Eames, babe, why don't we find out right now?" you smiled at him and gave him a wink back.

You both stood up, his confidence just flowing off of his body. He put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Well gorgeous, where shall we go?" he asked, his soft yet husky voice continuing to send electricity through your body.

"My place or yours?" you asked.

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[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Last one, I swear. I can't not send one for Eames... 16.“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” and 73 “Stop being a fucking prick.”

The group needed a dreamscape to practice their plan on, so you volunteered. Yusuf had a new plan to achieve inception easier. It took a toll on you, but it worked.

You were pulled out of the dream a few hours ago, and you've been a bit dizzy ever since, which Yusuf assured was a normal side affect. The group was in the warehouse working independently when you stood to fast to get some water. You saw black spots and stood as still as possible, trying to get them to go away.

"You okay?" Arthur called out, noticing you wobble.

"Yeah- I just stood up a bit too fast.." You grumbled, blacking out completely and collapsing.

You awoke in a strong pair of arms, after adjusting your vision you looked into Eames' eyes.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Eames said with a smirk. You smiled weakly and rolled your eyes.

"Stop being a fucking prick." You muttered, trying to stand and wobbling back into Eames' arms. He caught you again, walking you to a chair and sitting you down, the rest of the team watching you anxiously.

Can't help it, it's in my blood, love." Eames spoke with a worried look on his face.

"You worried about me? Didn't know the great Ian Eames could feel something for anyone else." You teased.

"Yeah he can, he feels like the woman he adores is working herself a bit top hard." He confessed. You looked at him and smiled.

"Okay, you're not a prick anymore."

"Arguable." Arthur grumbled.

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[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

*COMPLETED*

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

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

*reader is 20*

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

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

Series Word Count - 37k

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

A Leap of Faith

To Build Cathedrals

Meeting Your Mark

Painted Windmill

A Lesson in Planning

Conscience Makes Cowards of Us All

Damsel in Distress

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

Mr Charles and Miss Nobody

You Knew?

Go To Sleep, Miss Y/n

Couldn't Someone Have Dreamed of a Goddamn Beach?

Lies Are Weak Foundations

The Kick

Come Back To Reality

I Dreamed We’d Grow Old Together

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[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? :))

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[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

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[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine being Robert's sister and Eames falling for you on the job

You remember him. He flirted with you before the take off.

None of them knew Robert had someone to train his unconsciousness and they certainly didn't expect you to be better at it.

Inception was nearly impossible, double-inception in a shared dream was never intended but like this, it was truly hopeless.

The even bigger problem was that you couldn't wake up. None of you. So it was up to the charmer to gain your trust.

They put him under with you separately but all his tricks failed and he knew the others were running out of time so he tried something he never had before. He told you the truth.

Though the method was not up to your liking, you agreed to help them because you believed it would benefit Rob to fix the relationship with your awful father as he so desperately wanted it while the man lived.

When you woke up, confused and disoriented Eames' heart skipped a beat, afraid that you forgot the dream. And him.

Your gaze locked with his before he sighed in relief at the slow recognition he witnessed in your widening eyes.

You remember him. He flirted with you before the take off.

Then all of a sudden a rush of memories flood your mind, and your eyes flicker to his sinfully full lips as you remember that almost kiss that still has you yearning. Your cheeks heat under his stare and you have to look away at the knowing smirk this beautiful bastard is giving you.

#well this is a bit longer than I expected 🤭 #eames #eames x reader #the fic title would be: once upon a dream #inception #my stuff #my fics

[plaintoast]

okay sorry spam over bc the inception tag is somehow JUST AS BAD AS THE HOCKEY TAGS WITH READER X CHARACTER FIC?????

#i don't want to read robert fischer x reader fic i want to reblog gifs of arthur and eames!!!!!!!

[mlmxreader]

Dream a Little Dream of Me | Eames x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Eames: Hi!! Hope you're doing good 🖤! May I please request something using the following prompts for Eames X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I thought we were... forget it"+"Stay with me" Thank you 🖤!! 🐍anon

summary: there's certain people that are so far away, that there's only one place to ever meet them.

tws: swearing

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Cobb certainly was not happy about it. Waiting around in the cold, shivering as he glared at Eames, seemingly content and smiling as he tugged at the collar of his arctic camouflage pattern jacket.

Everyone else was dressed in their usual clothes, hardly suited for the weather at all; the blisteringly cold icy winds, the harsh bite of the snow beneath them, soaking through trousers and jeans with ease.

Seeping through the soles of improper shoes. Yet Eames was more than happy; relaxed as he closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long sigh.

All day there had been a faint, muffled echo of some sort of animalistic noise, but the further time dragged on, the closer it was getting; slowly, the gang realised that they were surrounded by uninvited visitors.

Echoing became howling, and Cobb swallowed thickly as he glared at Eames.

"What the fuck is that?"

Eames leaned back, shrugging. "Don't worry about it."

But it was steadily growing closer, and it was Arthur who piped up. "Sounds like wolves."

Eames grinned at that, biting back the urge to laugh as he shook his head. "Those aren't wolves."

The tenseness and anxiety of his teammates only grew, but Eames didn't seem worried; with great suspicion, Cobb eyed him warily. There was something that just was not right. Arthur glared at him, frowning.

Something was not like it had been before, but whatever it was, Eames wasn't telling; he grabbed the red poker chip from his pocket. It felt the same as it always did; two grams heavy, an inch thick.

The colour of crimson lipstick that had been worn for a few hours. A small indent on the edge, like it had been bitten down on harshly by some kind of carnivore. He ran his thumb across the indent, smiling as he hummed.

"Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally, I was so afraid Fernando, we were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die and I'm not ashamed to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry, there was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando, they were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando…"

Eames' humming seemed to make the howling noise calm down, replaced by heavy and harsh breaths; something big and strong panting, lungs empty and legs falling beneath it. Snow crunching and crying with the weight of harsh, heavy steps.

"Gentlemen," Eames beamed, nodding at Minos, who had recently come out to the team as trans. He wanted him to know that they were accepted. Welcome. "If you'll excuse me."

"But-"

"I won't be a moment," Eames chuckled, shaking his head and darting off into the woods.

The others wanted to follow, but when they heard the howling begin again, louder this time, they decided to wait.

There was a shout, a thud, and although Arthur and Cobb grabbed their weapons, something told them it wasn't an issue.

Laughter.

"Eames!" A howl of delight.

"Hello, darling," Eames said softly, cupping your face gently and examining your features. "I could hear you for miles."

You shrugged as you laughed softly, shaking your head fondly. "I thought that's what you wanted, my dearest."

"Absolutely," he whispered, softly kissing you. "My love, my life… I thought we were… forget it. I'm glad you're here at last."

"Yeah?"

"Always," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. "Do you have your tooth?"

Grabbing the chain around your neck, you gave it a firm tug to release the pendant from beneath your shirt; a sharp wolf's tooth, wrapped in strong metal and hanging from the chain. "Always. Do you have the chip?"

Eames patted his breast pocket. "Always."

Cobb said to never let anyone know what you kept as a totem; not to let anyone else touch it. But you and Eames were too close, you could never be able to keep secrets from one another, you could never be kept apart. Just as you knew his totem, he knew yours. You smiled as you looked at him, daring to yawn softly.

"Y'know, you're lucky I'm here."

"Why's that?" Eames asked, scratching at his brow as he lazily grinned at you. He couldn't deny it, he loved the fact that you had arrived.

"I got work in the morning," you explained, "and I fear if I don't get a good night's rest, I'll be fucked."

"Are you at home?" He asked. "In Mombasa?"

You nodded. "Always. I don't leave without you, you know that."

"Thank you," he whispered, daring to steal a quick kiss. "Come on, darling, we'll go see the others and-"

"Wait, stay with me," you told him. "Please. I don't… it's been so long since it's just been me and you."

He nodded, sitting down in the snow and waiting for you to join him before he snuggled up to your side. "I waited all bloody evening for this."

"I take it you got a night off," you hummed.

"Just one," he admitted. "We're only here because it was the safest."

You nodded, holding onto him tightly as you sighed and closed your eyes. "I've missed you, y'know. Nowhere feels like home without you."

"I know, darling," Eames muttered. "I'm sorry. I promise I'll be home as soon as I can be. I promise."

"I know you will," you reassured him gently. "You always are. I just hold out until you're back, huh?"

"If you think you can," he murmured. "If not, you can always meet me here. You know that."

You nodded slowly. "I know, it's just a… it's just that I miss you, y'know? And I hate being alone all day."

"Don't worry," Eames told you. "As soon as I can, I'll be on the first flight to Mombasa, and I'll make sure to pick you up something from that takeaway you love so much."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And sides?"

"Don't push it, darling. I've already agreed to takeaway."

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[wandawiccan60]

EAMES DRABBLES/ONE-SHOTS:

✨WARNING 18+ SMUT✨

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✨💕♟Losing A Dream Like You💕♟✨: An Eames X Zayla(FemOC) Story SMUT

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[malevolent-muse]

Criminal Intent Fan Fiction by Malevolent_Muse

Ghosts of Killers Past (Completed)

Nicole Wallace, declared deceased by the NYPD back in 2008, is alive and well traipsing around Europe and up to her typical games of manipulation, mayhem, and murder. After an eventful stint in Paris, she finds herself in Germany only to come across a man she never expected to see again in her life... Robert Goren had believed she was dead, after all. Crossing paths with him again leads to a series of events that not even she could have anticipated.

Caught in the Current (Completed) A rainy weekend getaway to a beach-front hotel with your reluctant companion, Major Case's Detective Robert Goren, turns perilous. When the rain gives way to cloudy skies, the ocean beckons you. And as the sea lures you in, you learn firsthand how treacherous the waves can be, even close to the shore.

The Trials and Tribulation Series

(This work features characters from both the various Law & Order shows and the Chicago shows. Consequently, it is written in a manner so as to be accessible to those with no prior knowledge of the fandom.)

Unexpected Tribulations (Completed) Abducted and held captive, NYPD Detective Robert Goren is forced to submit to mysterious medical procedures by unknown assailants. Every trace of who he was will be stripped away - not only his physical attributes, but psychological as well.

Elusive Redemption (Completed) Robert Goren has endured 769 days of endless torment. Help is on its way. But is it too little, too late?

Temperamental Sanctuary (Completed) Robert Goren has been saved from the horrific abuse he suffered at the hands of cruel and relentlessly ruthless men in Chicago. He has now been brought home to New York City where he comes in contact with a mysterious benefactor. Will she be the key to his salvation or are her intentions more depraved?

Rewoven Fealty (Completed) For the better part of a year, Robert Goren had been a resident of a mental health institution as he dealt with the horrific ramifications of brutal psychological, physical, and sexual abuse. Now, just when it seems he's through the thick of it, another unexpected tribulation is thrown in his path. Will he be able to overcome it or will it lead to a never-ending cycle downwards?

Finally Forsaken (Work in Progress) The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

#fanfic #law and order criminal intent #robert goren #alexandra eames #nicole wallace #x reader #ao3 #criminal intent

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

140. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

31. thank you for being in my life for Ian Eames and again awesome Drabbles so dear!!!❤️🤎🌹

Ian was usually so suave and always knew what to say. Right now though, he was a mess.

"What I'm trying to say is, I've been with many, many women. Wait! Not like that! Well yes, like that... but that's not what I'm trying to say. Out of all the women I've had, or the amount of women I've, slept with.. let me start over." Ian rambled, avoiding eye contact and fiddling his sweaty fingers. You stood there confused, your brows furrowed. You quite literally had no idea what he was talking about.

The conversation started normal enough, you were working on an architecture layout when Eames asked you to talk. Now you stood and watched the man jumble his words together.

"I think what I'm trying to say is, I appreciate you a lot. You mean a lot to me and I'm happy to be your friend. Thank you for being in my life. But, I don't want to be your friend anymore." He spoke, sweat forming at his brow. You frowned.

"You don't want to be my friend?" You questioned, even more confused. His eyes widened.

"No! That's not what I meant! I love being your friend! But I don't want to be your friend anymore because I fell in love with you and I want to be your boyfriend instead!" He rushed out, closing his eyes and sighing at his rash confession.

"Eames.." You began, but he was quick to cut you off.

"Look never mind, let's just forget everything I said and move on. Erase this whole conversation-"

"Ian! Would you just shut up and kiss me already?" You all but begged, hoping to put a stop to his nervous rambling. He let out a shaky breath and pulled you to him, attaching your lips. You kissed in harmony, his hands clenching your waist and your arms wrapping around his neck. You pulled away and smiled.

"Wanna stop being friends?" You teased.

"I thought you'd never ask, love."

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