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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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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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