@bubblyani owns the birthday game, giving US a gift on HER birthday
Birthday Girl (Eddie x Reader)
Eddie Brock One Shot
Genre: Smut, covered with the right amount of Fluff.
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content
Authorâs Note: Itâs my birthday today and thought of giving you all a gift instead. I imagine Eddie must be pretty great with birthdays. So hereâs a gift worthy Eddie One Shot for anyoneâs birthday. Happy Birthday to whoever reads this on their birthday. And if not, who cares? Eddie all day everyday am i right?
P.S: Eddieâs Grey T-shirt was quite inspirational.
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.
âSorry, love,â you purr at him, âno clothes allowed on this bed. Iâm afraid youâll have to strip naked if you want to join me.â
Reggie grins, a playful glint in his eye. âWho said Iâd be joining ya?â he asks, eyes drinking in every inch of your bare skin. He reaches down to palm himself through his trousers. âMaybe I want to watch you.â
You pout, frowning a little. âAww, Reggie.. you said youâd oblige, and you canât very well fuck me with your clothes still on.â
âPatience, luv,â he whispers, unzipping his trousers and slipping his hand inside them. âNow.. how about a little show to thank me for all that licking?â 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.
âMmm.. Reggie, baby,â you moan, sliding fingers into yourself wantonly. âNeed your cock, need you to fill me up,â you finish with a whimper, and youâve barely slid your fingers out when Reggie grabs your hand.
Heâs 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.
âNever let it be said that Reggie Kray isnât a man of his word,â 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 youâre 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.
âReggie?â you whisper, panting for breath.
âI know, luv,â he says, also breathing heavily. âIf you find youâre with child, Iâll gladly marry ya. Canât imagine life without this now Iâve had you,â he adds.
You stroke the notorious gangsterâs hair and rub his back as he drifts off, cock still half-hard inside you. Falling in love wasnât part of the plan, but damn if you havenât found yourself head over heels for Reggie Kray.
Lips (Reggie Kray x Reader)
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 didnât think Iâd write a Kray story this soon though.
You couldnât 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 âŚ
oh god..
Your eyes were just fixed on those lips.
âWhat are you staringâ at luv?â Reggieâs voice made you jump out of your trance, as he held his cigarette between his fingers.
âYour lipsâ
You couldnât believe you dared to say that out loud. You regretted it instantly.
âWellâŚyou must find it hard, looking at it from a distanceâŚâ indicating your seat, a barstool which stood a few feet away. âWhy donât you come closer to have a look?â 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 didnât 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.
âMuch betterâ 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.
âNow I wonder, if looking was the only thing you wanted to do..â 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.
âClearly you read my mind Mr. Kray..â your fingers curled up in his tie.
âCall me Reg-â
Too late, your lips already snatched him whole. Reggie let out a soft moan that only you managed to hear.
It was midday and you didnât even want a drink. All you really wanted was a shot of Reggie Kray, with a mix of his delicious lips.
Dreaming Companion Chapter 5: Unexpected Sentiments (James Delaney x Reader)
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. Â
Chapter 05- Unexpected Sentiments
Genre: Fantasy, Drama
Authorâs 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. Youâd 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. Â
Authorâs Note: Iâm 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 toâ be lostâ 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 oneâs 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 âoneâ meant him.
Authorâs 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!
âThat was fuckinâ delicious petâŚâ Alfie said with his mouth full.
You chuckled, âWell, Iâm happy you liked itâ
âLike? Bloody hellâŚI fuckinâ loved it!â
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 Solomonâs lips when he was well fed and happy. This morning was also no exception.
Dreaming Companion Chapter 4: Find me (James Delaney x Reader)
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. Â
Chapter 04- Find me
Genre: Fantasy, Drama
Authorâs Note: Hope you all âfindâ 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.
                                                 âââââ
âY/N!â
You spun around suddenly, smiling at the sight of a familiar face running towards you.
this is a wonderful and brilliant idea! đđđ
I know I was thinking about going to cons dressed as a tater tot but the brilliant @marvelgirl7 gave me a way better idea, particularly as it is wheelchair friendly.
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.
Authorâs Note: First impressions can never always be accurate. And thatâs 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.
âWait for me âere would ya? Iâll just go get another drinkâ 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 werenât something you were unfamiliar to on a Friday night. People might say you were mixed with the wrong crowd, but you didnât 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, youâd 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 couldnât help but smile when you saw how this man couldnât stop looking at you. Heâd 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.
âOi Freddie!â
âLooking good Freddie babe!â
âYou leavinâ so soon Freddie?â
This âFreddieâ was someone you didnât know, and you cursed yourself for not knowing, cause you couldnât 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 didnât 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. Itâs 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.
âWas that Freddie Jackson?â Your friendâs returning voice shook you out of your thoughts. The loud noises filled your ears once again.
âOh..is that his name?â Still dizzy, you asked, genuinely curious. Your friend raised her eyebrows.
âSweetheart, donât ya know who âe is?â
You shook your head, unaware of the madness and danger that occupied in the seductive coating of the man that was Freddie Jackson.
Dreaming Companion Chapter 3: Questions (James Delaney x Reader)
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. Â
Chapter 03-Questions
Genre: Fantasy
Warnings: Slight hint of sexual undertones and activities.
Authorâs Note: Sometimes I intentionally become vague in some details because itâs 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 werenât so occupied with anything, youâd 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 âBlueâ.
 This behavior was so evident; you managed to arouse suspicion amongst the people of your acquaintance. And so, the questions flooded:
Authorâs Note: This is my very first Alfie story. Didnât think Iâd be brave enough to finally start one now. So please be gentle. Couldnât help but imagine this scenario with this Jewish gangster that we somehow canât 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 thatâs 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.
âFuckinâ âellâŚâ Alfie Solomonsâ voice felt like musical heaven to your ears, which was quite amusing when he actually continued,
âWhat are you doinâ pet? Looking like an angel âŚam i in heaven?â He said teasingly.
You laughed, wrinkling your nose, âOh stop itâŚâ 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.
âTea? âŚ.or something stronger?â You asked, your long hair falling around your face. Alfie sighed heavily.
â Iâve had one fuckinâ âorrible day petâŚâ he went on,â⌠just too tired for any drink reallyâ
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. Alfieâs 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,
âYour hair pet, it smells fuckin intoxicatingâŚâ you smiled into his cheek. You adored hearing him call you âpetâ.
âI just washed it, so count your blessings you didnât get here before thatâ you smiled brightly as you joked, causing Mr. Solomons to burst out laughing. You couldnât help it, you havenât 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.
âSo how was your day?â You asked, taking in his scent as he started rambling on about whatever.
You didnât understand much, cause you didnât 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 wasnât his job, but merely a man you cared for.
Alfieâs 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.
âStay with me, loveâ his soft voice boomed in his chest âMy angelâŚâ he let out a soft chuckle as he said so. You smiled, holding onto him tightly, grateful for another wonderful night with your Alfie the gentle giant, in your eyes only.
Authorâs 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 Iâm more than happy to present it to all of yâall thirsty for Eames.
âHehehâŚforget it Eames, thereâs not much here for you to look atâ
âThat was not what I was looking atâŚâ
âââââ-
Being Adrianeâs 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.
âMy myâŚsince when did the warehouse become a gym?â
You chuckled, sitting up your yoga mat to see Eames walking towards you. So he didnât leave.
âSince I realized Iâll probably die of stress if i dont do anything about itâ placing your hands on your knees, you watched him squat next to you âWhy?âŚyouâre here to give tips?â you asked, laying back down once more.
âAs a matter of fact, I couldâ the charismatic forger replied with a grin ââŚi believe you werenât doing those crunches the right wayâ
You raised your eyebrows âWere you watching me?â getting into the crunch position to show him.
âOnly for a bitâŚdidnât want to interrupt the young lady while she was concentratedâ 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. Youâd always have a ball joking around and the innocent flirting. But at times, youâd find yourself lost in his eyes, and desperately wondering if you ever had a place in his heart.
âAhhhâŚthen i bet you must have been horrified by all the sounds of pain â you opened your eyes slightly, tilting your head to his. However, Eames didnât reply, instead his eyes kept focus on you, only you didnât know where exactly he was looking.
âHehehâŚforget it Eames, thereâs not much here for you to look atâ 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.
ââŚthat was not what I was looking atâŚâ he replied, moving closer to you.
âthen what âŚâ you paused, his face centimeters away, ââŚare you looking..at?â
Instead of words, he replied you with his delicious lips, kissing you softly. You suddenly pulled away, in complete disbelief of what just happened.
âSmoothâŚâ you breathed heavily, feeling flushed ââŚyou could easily use it with the ladies when duty calls eh?â You tried to joke, still shocked of what just happened.
âNot intending to..unless itâs for you darlingâ 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 itâs softness.
You suddenly felt hot. You didnât know of the consequences of your actions today. But then again, taking risks werenât something new for both of you.
âFuck itâ 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.
âNaughty girl, now you ruined the hairâ he exclaimed in between kisses. âWell thenâŚâ you chuckled ââŚyou should have thought twice before kissing a sweaty mess like meâ.
âDidnât need toâŚyou were all worth itâ
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.
âHave dinner with me tonight..â Eames pleaded, ââŚpleaseâ his voice grew softer. You swore you were blushing by the tone of his tenderness.
âWellâŚâ your voice broke, clearing it, you continued ââŚthereâs this Italian place I knowâ . Eamesâ eyes shone. âThatâs lovelyâ he whispered happily, kissing your cheek. You smiled shyly, still surprised by this new side of him. You stayed strong and continued,
âYeah âŚyou know, cause i have such a hankering for pasta an-â
âAnd I have such a hankering for youâ 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.
âWhatever You two are doing, please do it somewhere else..I donât want this place to be soiled with sex!â
Arthurâs irritated voice echoed from the warehouse entrance, causing both of you to be in fits of laughter.
Dreaming Companion Chapter 02- Blue (James Delaney x Reader)
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.Â
Chapter 02-Blue
Genre: FantasyÂ
Authorâs Note: I want to do my best in giving the most detailed portrayal of my story to all of you so Iâm 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 youâd 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 couldnât 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.
Dreaming Companion (James Delaney x Reader) Â Chapter 01- Invader
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
Authorâs 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.
âJamesâŚâ
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.Â
"JamesâŚâ  he heard the voice repeat. Â
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.Â
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 âthat nightâ has passed, for hues of pink and purple have merged with the dark blues in the sky. Dawn was breaking.Â
 So it was a dream, he thought.Â
 James closed his eyes, hoping heâd fall back into this dream. Unfortunately, he remained wide awake. With a deep breath,  he attempted to recall what he had seen.Â
 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.Â
 On the third night, it even progressed to dialogue.Â
 "They call you the Devil, donât they?â She spoke. Her voice, alluring as he first remembered.
 "MmmmâŚIt seems that they do, yesâ James replied,gazing sharply into her eyes ,âWhy? Are you afraid?â he inquired in an intimidating tone. She merely giggled, leaning closer afterwards, playfully questioning in return,Â
âWhy would I be?âÂ
She was dangerously close, he could hear her breath quickening. So dangerously close, her lips almost grazed his. Almost.Â
 Jamesâ 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.Â
 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.Â
But for the first time in a long time, James felt as if the dreams that were invaded, were surprisingly his very own.
Authorâs 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!
âWhat? DebbieâŚAre you serious?â
Normally you wouldnât be tempted to raise your voice in a cafĂŠ on a Tuesday afternoon, but when your broker called to inform you how your apartment was âsuddenly still not readyâ, you had every reason to panic.
 âIâm sorry Y/N! I also just found out a few minutes agoâ Debbie replied.
âBut I donât understand, a week ago they said it would be ready and available by yesterday. And I finally fly here, only to find out itâs actually not?â
 âIâm really sorryâŚplease understandâ Debbie sounded genuinely apologetic.
You didnât 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.
 âIâm sorry⌠but I couldnât help overhearingâŚis everything okay?â