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1. I wrote a brief Arthur/Eames PWP (about 2000 words) that is mildly kinky. Anyone interested in beta-ing? It's a oneshot and I'd just like someone to take a quick look over it sometime tonight
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(Better Than) Your Head's Only Medicine: He thinks about that damn kiss every day.
A Gentleman By His Books: Of course, he was a forger. A con man among con men. There was no guarantee that Eames was telling the truth. But, thinking of the way he'd looked fondly at the books and gently handled them, Arthur thought somehow, that he was.
All You Need is a Place to Stand: "Arthur will be bloody grateful for his backup in whatever ( ... )
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Good Arms vs. Bad Arms: Arthur's tied up and ridden hard.
Got a Mouth That's Hungry: Arthur is a porn director. Eames is the star in Arthur's latest film.
Hard to Dance with the Devil on Your Back: It’s innocent enough, tapping the young man on the shoulder, offering up the nearly-lost mobile he’d swiped off of the café table. When the guy turns around, though, it turns into something totally different.
Homecoming: Almost about to call out, Arthur quickly silenced himself. He could already hear Eames.
I Like it When You Laugh: The first time they sleep together, Arthur surprises Eames in all kinds of ways.
I Think It’s Safe To Say That No-one Wears The Pants In This Relationship: Arthur has to dress as a French maid for a job.
Just One More: Arthur shows Eames how he can make him come over and over again.
London Calling: Eames calls ( ... )
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Pretty Panties Are Perfect For Peckers: No one knows how much Eames loves wearing lace knickers. Eames tells Arthur this one day when he's drunk. Arthur buys Eames a pretty pair of panties for Eames to wear at the warehouse
Rather Lovely Thing: Arthur has tentacles. Eames has waited long enough and finally wants to see them. (Switching...kinda. Not sure if this counts, Eames fucks Arthur while Arthur fucks Eames with his tentacles.)
Render: For Eames, pain is a coin that always has two sides. He remembers the pain of dying, of fighting in wars, of being tortured. But he forgets it all, he blanks it all out, because the other side of pain is pleasure. And Arthur knows just how to make the pain go away.
Ride It Like You Stole It: Eames rides Arthur after a long time apart.
Rubber Vs. Glue: In which Arthur and Eames piss each other off and then have sex.
Rule Ten: D/S, Underage and neglected Eames meets older ( ... )
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Taking Care: Eight months along, Eames is huge and uncomfortable. A fic that’s one part domestic familiarity, one part affection, 2 parts sex.
Technically a Virtue: A mark's execrable taste in kitsch means that Eames has to convincingly forge wings. He's extremely bitter about this, until it becomes obvious that wings have some impressive fringe benefits.
Tenderly, Tenderly Please Take My Breath from Me: Arthur and Eames meet in a bar. Eames doesn't know how this night will end. Arthur does. (Full disclosure, I wrote this, but it's bottom!Eames so I thought I'd put it on the list anyway.)
The Drag of Skin Against Skin: Top!Arthur in drag in a fetish club; Arthur believes that anything worth doing is worth doing well.
The Last Word: Prompt: I would love for the toppingest Arthur to ever top and the bottemest Eames to ever bottom. I want it to be absolutely shameless ( ... )
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Untitled: Arthur wakes Eames with sleepy, morning sex.
Untitled: Eames is a huge slutty bottom for Arthur.
Untitled: Eames is fucked over the hood of Arthur's new '63 DB5 Aston Martin.
Untitled: First time, with Eames surprising Arthur and riding his cock.
Untitled: Hate!sex (or angry!sex); first time, rough, barebacking with spit, ~size-kink, ~aftercare.
Untitled: Post-fuck finger/comeplay/dirty talk.
Untitled: Post-Inception, Arthur and Eames can't keep their hands off each other.
Untitled: The night before he's supposed to meet with his new coworkers, Eames picks up a dangerous and handsome stranger outside a bar.
Up for the Little White Lies: In which Eames is almost happy, Arthur is a bit of an idiot, and everybody loves Joni Mitchell.
Warm Light of Morning: It snuck up on him, this domesticity.
We Are Men of Honor (When It Suits Us): See, part of the problem had also been that Ariadne ( ... )
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I am so excited to start reading these :D :D :D
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