accidental mob husband.

“They call you the devil, don’t they?”

“Why? Are you afraid?”

“Why would I be?”

Dreaming Companion moodboard

Eddie Brock One Shot

Genre: Smut, covered with the right amount of Fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content

Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today and thought of giving you all a gift instead. I imagine Eddie must be pretty great with birthdays. So here’s a gift worthy Eddie One Shot for anyone’s birthday. Happy Birthday to whoever reads this on their birthday. And if not, who cares? Eddie all day everyday am i right?

P.S: Eddie’s Grey T-shirt was quite inspirational.

“This week is fucking terrible!“

Reggie Kray One Shot

Authors Note: Reggie Kray made my jaw drop the first time I watched Legend. So no surprise that I was tempted to write this after work. But didn’t think I’d write a Kray story this soon though.

You couldn’t stop staring at Reggie Kray as he smoked his cigarette. It was accidental , but who could blame you? Stroking your lips with your fingers, you kept focus on him. The way he inhaled it with his lips. The way he pulled it out from those lips. The way he blew smoke out of those luscious lips.

Those lips …

oh god..

Your eyes were just fixed on those lips.

“What are you staring’ at luv?” Reggie’s voice made you jump out of your trance, as he held his cigarette between his fingers.

“Your lips”

You couldn’t believe you dared to say that out loud. You regretted it instantly.

“Well…you must find it hard, looking at it from a distance…” indicating your seat, a barstool which stood a few feet away. “Why don’t you come closer to have a look?” Wetting his lips, Reggie patted on his lap, inviting you over.

Everyone knew who the Krays were, and Reggie Kray was indeed the Gangster Prince. Frankly, there must be many women who wanted him, but most of them didn’t dare.

But then again, you were not most women.

You got down from the barstool, straightening your short dress. Proceeding to walk over to him, your hips swayed, you made sure to exaggerate out of sheer smugness.

All this, you did all this, while keeping your eyes on him only and no one else.

Reggie sat back in satisfaction as you slowly bent down to place yourself on his welcoming lap.

“Much better” you found yourself smiling at your own comment.

Putting away the cigarette, Reggie moved forward, confidently holding you by your bare thigh, which made you gasp.

“Now I wonder, if looking was the only thing you wanted to do..” his voice low yet clear. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your collarbone.

Pressing your legs together, you controlled your urges. And there he was, at the Pub, no one around, teasing you.

“Clearly you read my mind Mr. Kray..” your fingers curled up in his tie.

“Call me Reg-“

Too late, your lips already snatched him whole. Reggie let out a soft moan that only you managed to hear.

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It’s the middle of the day, but you can’t bring yourself to feel shame or shyness as you sit in Reggie’s lap, fingers threading through his hair and tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

You pull away for a breath and Reggie’s eyes are the color of an angry winter sea. He licks his impossibly soft lips, now a bit more swollen from your recent attention.

“I’m goin’ to need to take you ‘ome,” Reggie says, low and breathy.

“Your place or mine?” you reply, an unmistakable challenge in your voice.

Reggie grins, rising to the challenge in more ways than one, something that’s particularly obvious to you as you’re still sitting on his lap. Your dress has hiked up a bit and Reggie’s hand is still on your leg.

“Yours, my darling,” he says, gently lifting you off before adjusting himself and standing to offer his arm.

“Oh, now you’re a gentleman,” you tease, eyes dancing with promises.

“Begging your pardon, Miss.. I have been a gentleman the entire time. I think you’ll find it’s the lady who’s scandalous here.”

You blush deeply, but meet his eyes again. “You don’t seem like a man who hesitates to take what he wants. We are.. alike in that way.”

Reggie’s driver Frank pulls up, and Reggie opens the door for you before sliding in next to you. You give him your address and then the drive is quiet for a while. You’ve begun to wonder whether Reggie’s changed his mind, when he reaches for your hand.

“Nearly there,” he says softly, drawing your palm to his lips and kissing it, a delicious spark in his eyes as he watches your reaction. Raising an eyebrow, he extends your fingers fully, then sucks one into his mouth, making you gasp in surprise.

Just as quickly, he slips your finger back out, then nods to Frank, who pulls off the road across from your flat.

“Last chance to turn back, luv,” Reggie says, looking slightly more like a hungry tiger than a man. “Sure this is what you want?”

You tilt your head in challenge, then grin back at Reggie, realizing it’s time to up the ante.

Shifting in your seat, you reach up under the sides of your dress and tug down, easing your black lace panty off, over your knees and past first one heel, then the other.

You gather the fabric in your hand, and then lean in for a bruising kiss as you tuck it into Reggie’s jacket pocket.

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Reggie watches you slip out of the car, belatedly realizing he forgot to open the door for you. The shock of your boldness hadn’t quite worn off yet.

Tucking your panty deeper into his pocket, Reggie follows you up the stairs to your flat, after a nod and a word to Frank to return in a couple of hours.

Your back feels like it’s on fire, and your whole body is buzzing with heat. You close the door behind Reggie, and immediately find yourself lifted and pressed against it.

Your dress slides up as you wrap your legs around Reggie’s hips, leaving nothing to the imagination. Reggie moans into a kiss, slipping one hand between your bodies to feel your most intimate skin.

“Mmm.. Reggie.. oh fuck that feels good,” you babble as he works at you with talented fingers.

“You feel so good,” he purrs. “Fucking goddess… naked from the waist down and barely in the door,” he adds, licking your neck and biting a little, too. Apparently the “hungry tiger” thing was more than just a look.

“Tell me what you want,” he kisses the words into your ear, his thumb flicking at your wet folds, circling your clit and making your thighs shake.

You grin, mischief creeping onto your face. Well, he asked.

“I want you down on your knees, with your face between my legs,” you reply, giving his earlobe a tug with your teeth. “Lick me until I can’t stand up anymore,” you add, feeling his length twitch against you, “and then I want you to take me to bed and pound that cock into me until I can’t remember my own name.”

Reggie gently sets you down, smiling almost softly.

“Normally I’m the one giving orders, luv,” he says. “But in this case, I’m happy to oblige.”

Your stomach flips as the notorious gangster sinks to his knees, pushing your dress even higher.

“Mmm.. so beautiful,” he murmurs. “And so incredibly soaked,” he adds, two thick fingers sliding into you as he leans in and latches onto your clit, sucking softly at first, then increasing the pressure as he feels your hips stutter forward.

Soon, he flicks out his tongue, and the combination of the flicking with his soft lips and the fingers pumping inside you have you gasping for breath. You’re nearly screaming when he presses those soft, plush lips against your clit, and your knees start to buckle.

He holds you up. “Not finished yet,” he says, pulling first one leg, then the other over his shoulder and keeping your back pressed firmly to the door. “Mmm.. that’s it,” he whispers against your slick heat. “Come for me, baby,” he adds, face buried between your legs. After a few more thrusts of his tongue, you dig your fingers into his hair and finally hit your peak, screaming your pleasure as you see stars. Reggie eases you down to your feet and stands, then lifts you into his arms a moment later.

You know you’re about to be ravaged, but you’ve never felt safer.

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The blankets are rumpled when Reggie sets you down on the bed, gently tugging your dress off and over your head. You grin up at him as he stands over you, still fully clothed, but a bit disheveled-looking.

“Sorry, love,” you purr at him, “no clothes allowed on this bed. I’m afraid you’ll have to strip naked if you want to join me.”

Reggie grins, a playful glint in his eye. “Who said I’d be joining ya?” he asks, eyes drinking in every inch of your bare skin. He reaches down to palm himself through his trousers. “Maybe I want to watch you.”

You pout, frowning a little. “Aww, Reggie.. you said you’d oblige, and you can’t very well fuck me with your clothes still on.”

“Patience, luv,” he whispers, unzipping his trousers and slipping his hand inside them. “Now.. how about a little show to thank me for all that licking?” he asks, wetting his lips again. You whimper, the heat of his mouth still tingling between your legs. Chasing it with your hand, you stroke two fingers up and down your still-damp skin, pausing to squeeze the swollen flesh at the top of your thighs.

You throw your head back and moan, eager to give Reggie all that he wants and more. With your other hand, you squeeze your breast, rolling a peaked nipple between your fingers and nearly giggling with delight when you can hear him grunt and grind his teeth from the edge of the bed.

“Mmm.. Reggie, baby,” you moan, sliding fingers into yourself wantonly. “Need your cock, need you to fill me up,” you finish with a whimper, and you’ve barely slid your fingers out when Reggie grabs your hand.

He’s staring at you, expression dark and unreadable, before he sucks your damp fingers into his mouth, licking every last drop of your wetness from them. Dropping your hand to the bed, he unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, then tugs his undershirt over his head. Opening his trousers, he shoves them down and you surge closer, shoving down his underwear to get to his cock at last.

You lean down, giving it a few gentle licks before sucking lightly on the head, earning a moan from Reggie, and a hand buried in your hair. He pulls you off before long, and pushes you back onto the pillows, climbing over you and spreading your knees apart.

“Never let it be said that Reggie Kray isn’t a man of his word,” he purrs in your ear before lining up his cock and thrusting it into you. You cry out in pleasure at being filled, and he rocks into you deeper, his fingertips digging into your thigh as he wraps your legs around him.

He rocks faster, hips pounding against yours and his face buried in your neck. Slipping a hand between your bodies, he teases and flicks at your clit, until you’re overcome by sensation. You scream, hitting another peak, and the crush of your soft, slick heat drags Reggie along, sending him shooting his release inside you.

“Reggie?” you whisper, panting for breath.

“I know, luv,” he says, also breathing heavily. “If you find you’re with child, I’ll gladly marry ya. Can’t imagine life without this now I’ve had you,” he adds.

James Delaney Multi-Chapter

Writing anything Taboo-related was a challenge in my eyes. But after a few stories, I finally summed up the courage to portray the story that was haunting me ever since James Delaney stole my heart. Hope all of you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed weaving this.  

Chapter 05- Unexpected Sentiments

Genre: Fantasy, Drama

Author’s Note: So many things I wanted to convey. I hope I was able to do it. Literally put my heart and soul into this chapter. Seemed to be most difficult chapter to write so far. Hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

You wondered whether a decade of suffering had finally come to past, for you seemed to be more at peace than you ever were before. No more drowning, no sense of misdirection or disorientation. You’d only open your eyes with the mere memory of Blue instead. It has been a few days since you have felt this way, and a part of you was nervous to celebrate or accept whether you were truly free. For it was too good to be true. Though you were alone at night you were not lonely, and feelings have seemingly developed for an invisible entity, which you could not explain. But it was so simple, you were happy. There was nothing to do but smile, for you have immersed yourself in emotions, that felt so warm, and so comforting, just by the mere thought of those blue eyes.  

Ronnie Kray One Shot

Genre: Smut

Author’s Note: I’m a sinner once again to be inspired at work. And about Ronnie Kray no doubt. Hope you all enjoy!

The red dress stuck on to your body like a magnet, as you swayed your hips in rhythm to the slow jazz. The thin material felt like second skin, for you found it quite easy to freely move, to and explore, and to’ be lost’ in the music. You certainly enjoyed it. Being the brave one to get up from the table, being the one to move to the dance floor with no hesitation, being the one to dance and wait for no one’s permission. But you also took great satisfaction when there was an audience to witness it, even if it was an audience of one, but only if the ‘one’ meant him.

Alfie Solomons One Shot 

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: Special shout out to @accidentalmobhusband for inspiring me to write this (Alfie Bait did the trick lol) .  Btw, totally feeling the #MrsSolomonsmood. Hope you all enjoy this!

“That was fuckin’ delicious pet…” Alfie said with his mouth full.

You chuckled, “Well, I’m happy you liked it”

“Like? Bloody hell…I fuckin’ loved it!”

It was no secret you knew your way around the kitchen, and those who were fortunate enough to grab a bite never did hesitate to praise. But nothing pleased you more than to hear that praise escape Alfie Solomon’s lips when he was well fed and happy. This morning was also no exception.

OMG I LOVE THIS

I feel so honored!!!

James Delaney Multi-Chapter

Writing anything Taboo-related was a challenge in my eyes. But after a few stories, I finally summed up the courage to portray the story that was haunting me ever since James Delaney stole my heart. Hope all of you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed weaving this.  

Chapter 04- Find me

Genre: Fantasy, Drama

Author’s Note: Hope you all ‘find’ this enjoyable <3

Chapter 1,  Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

The memory of the mysterious woman, plunged in the deep waters, kept playing in his mind as James swung his coat over his shoulders. Before he reached for his gloves from the coat pocket, he began to wonder. He wondered whether this person was real, or just another addition to his own madness.

And if she were to be real, whether could she be? Questions lingered in his mind as always. Finally dressed once more, he left the left the lake, heading back to town.

                                                  ————–

“Y/N!” You spun around suddenly, smiling at the sight of a familiar face running towards you.

I could be Lobster Tank Eddie!

How cool would that be!?!

Basically I would just wear a grey hoodie and sit in a mockup of a tank, possibly cradling a lobster plushie.

Freddie Jackson One Shot

Warnings: Sexual behavior. Nightclub atmosphere.

Author’s Note: First impressions can never always be accurate. And that’s how we feel about Freddie Jackson in my opinion. The way this gorgeous and charismatic exterior hides his sociopath criminal nature made me want to write something about him.

Pushing the door open, you exited the ladies washroom with a shriek of laughter that was barely loud compared to the cacophony of noises that filled the club. Flashing lights made the clouds of smoke appear to look like mist full of color as you watched the crowd move, twist, grind bodies against one another at the dance floor.

“Wait for me ‘ere would ya? I’ll just go get another drink” your friend yelled into your ear, her long acrylic nail painted fingers gripping on your shoulder. You nodded in acknowledgment and leaned against the wall, watching her disappear into the crowd.

A few shots and a few snorts weren’t something you were unfamiliar to on a Friday night. People might say you were mixed with the wrong crowd, but you didn’t care. You felt liberated with your friends and that feeling was something a normal life could not replace.

That liberation also included flirting with danger, when especially you came across the lads in the underworld.You always end up being one of the favorites in their posses or groupies or whatnot, and you were more than happy to be along for the ride. One night stands or an occasional threesome, you’d list them off non-chalantly. You were filled with raw energy, on the prowl, seeking excitement.

Which finally seemed to be possible tonight when you spotted a pair of eyes staring at you from a other side of the club. You caught his glance for a few seconds till he resumed what seemed like a discussion with the host of the party. He seemed important, you thought.

Was he a gangster?

Your couldn’t help but smile when you saw how this man couldn’t stop looking at you. He’d steal quick glances whenever he could while he was almost close to ending his discussion. His gaze was intense and seductive enough to grab your attention, you suddenly felt your own skin brush against the one piece spagetti strapped dress, which was tight on the right places, and opened enough to show a generous amount of cleavage.

You shuddered as you noticed him disappear into the dancing crowd and appear out of it, walking towards you. A number of voices suddenly called out to him as he passed.

“Oi Freddie!”

“Looking good Freddie babe!”

“You leavin’ so soon Freddie?”

This ‘Freddie’ was someone you didn’t know, and you cursed yourself for not knowing, cause you couldn’t help but realize how alluring his swagger was. He literally undressed you with his eyes while his seemingly thick, delectable lips formed a smile.

The music seemed to fade in your head as you could clearly hear your own breath. As your breath became deeper, your heaving chest gave him a better view of your exposed sun-kissed skin.

As he stood in front of you, Freddie confidently reached out his hand and held your face. Dipping his head, he adorned your lips fully with his. Automatically closing your eyes, your heartbeat quickened as he opened his mouth, slipping his tongue in you.

Flicking his cigarette away, you moaned when he dipped his hand into the opening of your dress, cupping your breast tightly.

You knew it was all brief, another opportunity might not come your way. Taking his hand, you guided it down to under your dress, till you securely placed it on your crotch. You pressed it tighter, thankful you didn’t wear any underwear.

Freddie chuckled in reply to your moans as his fingers worked on your heat while distracting your tongue with his own.

Breaking off the kiss, your knees almost gave in when Freddie inserted his fingers to his mouth. His eyes never left your own as he tasted you on his fingertips. You chuckled as he winked, turned around and walked away.

You knew how these things worked. It’s one of the reasons why they were so exciting. But you just craved for this man for more than just a brief encounter. You wished his body was pressed against yours. You wished your hands were roaming around him, tugging those pants to feel him further. Even though he has left the venue, you were lost in a fantasy of this man named Freddie.

“Was that Freddie Jackson?” Your friend’s returning voice shook you out of your thoughts. The loud noises filled your ears once again.

“Oh..is that his name?” Still dizzy, you asked, genuinely curious. Your friend raised her eyebrows.

“Sweetheart, don’t ya know who ‘e is?”

James Delaney Multi-Chapter

Writing anything  Taboo-related was a challenge in my eyes. But after a few stories, I  finally summed up the courage to portray the story that was haunting me ever since James Delaney stole my heart. Hope all of you will enjoy   reading this as much as I enjoyed weaving this.  

Chapter 03-Questions

Genre: Fantasy

Warnings: Slight hint of sexual undertones and activities.

Author’s Note: Sometimes I intentionally become vague in some details because it’s vague in dreams anyways. But patience has it virtues yeah? Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 1 HERE | Chapter 2 HERE

Impatience became your default emotion the moment you felt dusk approach since then. If you weren’t so occupied with anything, you’d even be willing to skip your meals, only so that you could get back into your sleeping position, just to close your eyes.

 All because of ‘Blue’.

 This behavior was so evident; you managed to arouse suspicion amongst the people of your acquaintance. And so, the questions flooded:

Were you ill? Are you unhappy?

Alfie Solomons One Shot

Genre: Fluff.

Author’s Note: This is my very first Alfie story. Didn’t think I’d be brave enough to finally start one now. So please be gentle. Couldn’t help but imagine this scenario with this Jewish gangster that we somehow can’t get enough of.

You always felt contented after a nice bath, and especially when you have washed your hair. When the cool water touched your scalp, you were close to feeling refreshed from head to toe. But when those long tresses managed to dry infront of the fireplace, you took the pleasure in brushing it while recalling what happened during the day at work.

As you smoothed your hair in your comfortable cotton nightgown, you were all ready to head to bed.

At least that’s what you hoped before you heard a knock on the door.

You stood up, on alert. Normally no one would knock on that door this time of night.

Except for him. Could it be him? You wondered.

Moving over to the door, you knocked on it three times, waiting for the response.

Your eyes lit up when you heard three knocks in reply from the other side. Quickly opening the door, you smiled at the man you always longed to see the most.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell…” Alfie Solomons’ voice felt like musical heaven to your ears, which was quite amusing when he actually continued,

“What are you doin’ pet? Looking like an angel …am i in heaven?” He said teasingly.

You laughed, wrinkling your nose, “Oh stop it…” moving over so he can enter. The wooden floors creaked as he walked in with his cane. Closing the door behind you, you leaned against it.

“Tea? ….or something stronger?” You asked, your long hair falling around your face. Alfie sighed heavily.

“ I’ve had one fuckin’ ‘orrible day pet…” he went on,”… just too tired for any drink really”

He suddenly stopped when he saw you walk over to him.

Finally standing infront of him, you slowly moved your hand up to remove his hat off his head, revealing his messy hair, which you ruffled a bit more. Alfie’s eyes fluttered as you did so, opening them slightly as you placed your hands on his broad chest, slowly removing his coat off his shoulders, dropping them on the floor. Alfie watched as your mouth parted and lips pressed together.

Taking his hands in yours, you kept them close to your chest as you tip toed and stretched yourself to place a soft kiss on the gangsters lips, inciting a reply from him. His beard tickled you as it always did, which always cheered you.

Alfie seemed like a man to be reckoned with. But with you , the gentle nature of this man surfaces. And you felt that to core whenever his tempting lips connected with yours. As he pulled away, he got lost in your hair which was around your face. Involuntarily sniffing it, he drew in a deep breath,

“Your hair pet, it smells fuckin intoxicating…” you smiled into his cheek. You adored hearing him call you ‘pet’.

“I just washed it, so count your blessings you didn’t get here before that” you smiled brightly as you joked, causing Mr. Solomons to burst out laughing. You couldn’t help it, you haven’t seen Alfie in a while.

The man made himself comfortable on the sofa, placing his walking cane on the side. Sitting next to him, you folded your legs in, snuggling close, laying your head on his chest.

“So how was your day?” You asked, taking in his scent as he started rambling on about whatever.

You didn’t understand much, cause you didn’t know a lot of the people he mentioned. The only names you had some sort of an idea ran along the lines of Shelby and Sabini.

You were not of his world, you did not care to know much either. Because none of that mattered to you. For Alfie, you were a distraction from the chaos, a comforting touch. He was always at ease around you, because in your eyes he wasn’t his job, but merely a man you cared for.

Alfie’s soft snores shook you from your train of thoughts, you giggled at the sight of his gentle sleeping figure. Caressing his cheek, you slowly moved away, to bring him a blanket.

But you managed to fall back to his arms by his firm grip on your waist, pulling you. With eyes half closed, he stroked your head, placing a kiss and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair.

(Eames x Reader)

Eames One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: Always wanted to write something Eames related. He was possibly the first Tom Hardy character I saw and he charmed the hell outta me. This scenario popped in my head out of nowhere and I’m more than happy to present it to all of y’all thirsty for Eames.

“Heheh…forget it Eames, there’s not much here for you to look at”

“That was not what I was looking at…”

—————-

Being Adriane’s backup in certain assignments, you managed to win the hearts of everyone in the team as the architect whenever she was not available. You thankfully knew how to get along with everyone, especially Eames. His sense of humor was something you could relate to, and he was indeed the first among the team who had faith in you, even to the point of convincing Cobb of your abilities.

The team met up once more for another assignment meeting. Plans were discussed, disagreements arose and concluded with mutual agreements. And in the end, a few remained at the warehouse till it was just you reading some plans. Exhausted by the constant sitting, you decided to warm your body up with needed exercise.

After the much needed cardio, you fell onto the yoga mat, proceeding to ab workouts.

“My my…since when did the warehouse become a gym?”

You chuckled, sitting up your yoga mat to see Eames walking towards you. So he didn’t leave.

“Since I realized I’ll probably die of stress if i dont do anything about it” placing your hands on your knees, you watched him squat next to you “Why?…you’re here to give tips?” you asked, laying back down once more.

“As a matter of fact, I could” the charismatic forger replied with a grin “…i believe you weren’t doing those crunches the right way”

You raised your eyebrows “Were you watching me?” getting into the crunch position to show him.

“Only for a bit…didn’t want to interrupt the young lady while she was concentrated” Eames said smugly, adjusting your head position since you were doing it the wrong way.

You closed your eyes with embarrassment. Eames always proved to be a good friend to you. You’d always have a ball joking around and the innocent flirting. But at times, you’d find yourself lost in his eyes, and desperately wondering if you ever had a place in his heart.

“Ahhh…then i bet you must have been horrified by all the sounds of pain “ you opened your eyes slightly, tilting your head to his. However, Eames didn’t reply, instead his eyes kept focus on you, only you didn’t know where exactly he was looking.

“Heheh…forget it Eames, there’s not much here for you to look at” you joked, elbows on the ground, eyeing your fairly small chest, wiping the sweat out of your collarbone area.

This time it was he who raised his eyebrows.

“…that was not what I was looking at…” he replied, moving closer to you.

“then what …” you paused, his face centimeters away, “…are you looking..at?”

Instead of words, he replied you with his delicious lips, kissing you softly. You suddenly pulled away, in complete disbelief of what just happened.

“Smooth…” you breathed heavily, feeling flushed “…you could easily use it with the ladies when duty calls eh?” You tried to joke, still shocked of what just happened.

“Not intending to..unless it’s for you darling” he replied, cupping your face, his focused gaze unchanged.

You chuckled , trying to hide your cringe. But got cut off when his thumb ran across your bottom lip slowly , feeling it’s softness.

You suddenly felt hot. You didn’t know of the consequences of your actions today. But then again, taking risks weren’t something new for both of you.

“Fuck it” you cussed under your breath, pulling him by the collar of his silk shirt , kissing him with a passion that suddenly decided to make a public appearance.

Eames slowly got on top of you to get comfortable, his lips too greedy to leave yours. Settling in between your legs, his hand moved to the back of your neck, removing the hair tie of your ponytail, your loose hair gently resting on the ground as you laid down, pulling Eames closer to you.

As his hands skillfully moved over to your thighs, wrapping them around his hips, you ran your own hands through his neatly combed hair, and which ended up not so neat.

“Naughty girl, now you ruined the hair” he exclaimed in between kisses. “Well then…” you chuckled “…you should have thought twice before kissing a sweaty mess like me”.

“Didn’t need to…you were all worth it”

Your smile faded with surprise when those words accidentally escaped his lips. Even though your face was glistening with sweat, loose hair sprawled on the floor, those words were blurred with no hesitation. He sat up, pulling you up with him.

“Have dinner with me tonight..” Eames pleaded, “…please” his voice grew softer. You swore you were blushing by the tone of his tenderness.

“Well…” your voice broke, clearing it, you continued “…there’s this Italian place I know” . Eames’ eyes shone. “That’s lovely” he whispered happily, kissing your cheek. You smiled shyly, still surprised by this new side of him. You stayed strong and continued,

“Yeah …you know, cause i have such a hankering for pasta an-”

“And I have such a hankering for you” he replied in a low voice, teasingly licking off the sweat at the end of your jawline. You giggled uncontrollably, but those giggles turned into moans when his surprise kisses attacked your neck.

“Whatever You two are doing, please do it somewhere else..I don’t want this place to be soiled with sex!”

James Delaney Multi-Chapter

Writing anything Taboo-related was a challenge in my eyes. But after a few stories, I finally summed up the courage to portray the story that was haunting me ever since James Delaney stole my heart. Hope all of you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed weaving this. 

Chapter 02-Blue

Genre: Fantasy 

Author’s Note: I want to do my best in giving the most detailed portrayal of my story to all of you so I’m gonna take my sweet time. But hopefully you will empathize and join me along for the ride.

Chapter 1 HERE

    Pitch black darkness, pin drop silence. You opened your eyes but there was no visible change. The darkness still remained. As you kept blinking, you hoped you’d see a light, but there was no ray of success. You drew in a breath, but suddenly found your lungs were out of air, you felt suffocated. Attempting to move around, you finally felt your limbs, but only to realize you were floating. As you felt water currents flowing in between your legs and arms, you couldn’t help but question: were you possibly drowning?

 Blinded by darkness, deafened by silence, numbed by suffocation, you clung to your dear life with a silent prayer for release.

Eyes closed tightly, you wished it was just a dream.

James Delaney Multi-Chapter

Writing anything Taboo-related was a challenge in my eyes. But after a few stories, I finally summed up the courage to portray the story that was haunting me ever since James Delaney stole my heart. Hope all of you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed weaving this.

Chapter 01- Invader

Genre: Fantasy

Author’s Note: This was a huge step for me, and I will do my best to make the best out of this chance and create a story worth reading.

“James…“

A celestial voice, chilling as the mist at dawn, echoed through the trees that surrounded the lake.

This lake, was no unfamiliar place for him, it was a place he visited often, in dreams or reality. 

"James…”  he heard the voice repeat.  

A gust of wind blew right after, commanding the leaves to rustle in the trees, mimicking the sound of the pouring rain. Ripples started forming in the lake, gently clashing against the towering bare bodied figure of James Delaney. The rustle and the ripple was a lullaby that closed his eye-lids, but failed to put him to sleep when bubbles erupted, till finally a figure slowly appeared out of the water, standing before him. 

It was a woman. But who was it?

 Before he could even react, there he was, sitting on the floor with legs crossed and head bent low, in front of the fire at the attic as he did that night. But it was evident ‘that night’ has passed, for hues of pink and purple have merged with the dark blues in the sky. Dawn was breaking. 

 So it was a dream, he thought. 

 James closed his eyes, hoping he’d fall back into this dream. Unfortunately, he remained wide awake. With a deep breath,  he attempted to recall what he had seen. 

 He remembered a voice. It was a voice so mysterious, so seductive, even someone as enigmatic as him found it quite difficult to comprehend.

Eyes, he remembered a pair of eyes. He did not know what color they were, but all he knew were the infinite number of stars he could bear to witness through them.

His eyebrows narrowed further, as if it helped to recall her appearance. The figure was  in-distinctive. Yet he could distinctly recall feelings of desire, longing and curiosity.

It did not take him any effort to convince his mind to dwell on this strange dream, for it repeated the night after. And the night after that, and so on for a week. The more he dreamt, the more certain things came into clarity. 

 On the third night, it even progressed to dialogue. 

 "They call you the Devil, don’t they?“ She spoke. Her voice, alluring as he first remembered.

 "Mmmm…It seems that they do, yes” James replied,gazing sharply into her eyes ,“Why? Are you afraid?” he inquired in an intimidating tone. She merely giggled, leaning closer afterwards, playfully questioning in return, 

“Why would I be?” 

She was dangerously close, he could hear her breath quickening. So dangerously close, her lips almost grazed his. Almost. 

 James’ hands surfaced from the lake, droplets of water dripping from it as he pulled them out to touch her. She was just so close, surely impossible to miss. When his fingers could almost taste her skin, the sound of the crackling fire drowned his ears.

And he was awake once more.Another morning has dawned. He rubbed his head in frustration, silently hoping for answers from the remaining spirit that was his mother. 

 James Delaney was indeed a man of secrets.  Incantations of foreign tongue constantly danced across his lips. He was feared by many, enemies he had many. He was a man with the contingency when needed. He was capable of what a normal man could not. 

Eddie Brock One Shot

Genre: Smut

Author’s Note: Re-watching Venom made me thirst for Eddie so much I literally sinned writing this smut piece. Plus this gif helped out a lot. I mean, can you blame me? Anyways, hope this quenches your Eddie thirst. Happy sinning!

“What? Debbie…Are you serious?”

Normally you wouldn’t be tempted to raise your voice in a café on a Tuesday afternoon, but when your broker called to inform you how your apartment was ‘suddenly still not ready’, you had every reason to panic.

 “I’m sorry Y/N! I also just found out a few minutes ago” Debbie replied.

“But I don’t understand, a week ago they said it would be ready and available by yesterday. And I finally fly here, only to find out it’s actually not?”

 “I’m really sorry…please understand” Debbie sounded genuinely apologetic.

You didn’t blame her. It was not her fault. But this inconvenience was definitely not helping you.

 You sighed as you hung up, hitting your head lightly on the table repetitively for feeling like a fool.

 “I’m sorry… but I couldn’t help overhearing…is everything okay?”

You looked up and gasped.

It was him.