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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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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.
The Sanctity of Patience: Arthur sketches the impossible. Eames does some manscaping. It's just another job, until it isn't.
The Understood Boundaries of Self: The team takes on a job whose mark is into the BDSM lifestyle. they go under with Eames as Arthur's sub, because Arthur is, in real life, a dom.
They Call Us Gentlemen Thieves: A job in a Regency ballroom, and something has gone wrong.
This Sentimentality Doesn't Look Good on Me: Eames’s perfectly wonderful No Strings Attached arrangement with Arthur doesn’t quite go according to plan. (Switching.)
Thrust So Proudly: Arthur's neighbor is very loud while having sex and she brings her dates home every night. Arthur hates it. He sends her not so nice notes, bangs the ceiling with a broomstick, and shouts french swear words. The only thing that keeps him up is coffee. Eames is worried, but luckily he has a solution.
Under That Staid Exterior: Written in response to this prompt - Despite his staid exterior, Arthur has the filthiest mouth in bed (top!Arthur pls). Arthur and Eames have a bit of a routine in which they trade a few barbs, which inevitably leads to sex. Only this time Arthur decides he wants to rewrite the story a little.
Undress Me in the Temple Electric: Arthur is an ex-model and Eames is Vegas card dealer. Arthur wants Eames to help him with a con.
Until the Willow Weeps: Eames begs Arthur to fuck him, but Arthur is a tease and likes to take his time. Everything may not be as it seems, though.
Untitled: Arthur and Eames have a tradition; after some jobs they go out, get drunk, pick bar fights, and then fuck like bunnies.
Untitled: Arthur fucks Eames while holding a gun to his temple.
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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 was horny. What else could she be, when she'd been trapped in the same hotel suite with two of the hottest guys she'd ever met for what was coming up on nearly a week now? Or: Ariadne wins a bet with Arthur and Eames.
You and I Will Be Sidecars: Arthur hurts his leg on a job and needs Eames' help. Arthur takes it in stride, but Eames is acting weird about seeing him naked. Eames confesses that he's in love with Arthur, and Arthur is taken aback, because he's not in love with Eames. Yet. (Switching)
You Can Be as Loud as the Hell You Want: Arthur's always listening to someone bang someone else two feet away. Eames thinks he hears a cat.
You Set the Scene: The one where they’re porn stars.
You're Waiting for a Stranger: College AU. Arthur's plans for his life are very detailed and predictable, just the way he likes it... until Eames comes along.
Your Name on My Lips and My Knife at Your Throat: Arthur and Eames hate each other. Really, they hate each other. Somehow that doesn't stop them from having loads of hate!sex. (Switching)
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