Inception Kink Fest
Welcome to the Inception fandom Kink Fest!
This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
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This fandom puts out some seriously amazing fic on a regular basis, but I am of the opinion that there should always always ALWAYS be more kinky porn. You guys, our fandom has guns and bondage and daddy issues and dream forgery. I say it's time to bring on the kink, yes?
♥ Inception Kink Fest ♥You can ( Read more... )
The first thing Arthur becomes aware of is the too-close rumble of traffic from the road, and then it’s the uncomfortable weight of Eames pressing him into the concrete roof. The sky’s still too fucking glary, and the breeze in uncomfortably cold on the sticky mess of come, and he feels like an oyster shucked out of its shell, all soft and wet and vulnerable. He turns his head, reaching towards where he remembers placing the neatly folded pile of his clothes, opens his eyes and sees Ariadne’s boots. It takes him a moment of befuddlement (Ariadne’s boots? Why are Ariadne’s boots up here on the roof with them?) for the full horror to dawn on him.
“Hi,” says Ariadne’s voice.
“Go away,” Arthur says. “This isn’t happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening. I checked my totem and everything. Hey, Eames.” She’s struggling not to laugh.
Eames shifts his weight, propping himself up on one elbow and smiling up at her as though this is the most natural thing in the world while Arthur tries to will a hole in the universe to swallow him up. “Ariadne. Charming company as you are, do you think you could give my shy friend Arthur here a moment to regain his composure?”
“You’re not shy, are you, Eames?” she asks.
“No reason to be, love, but Arthur’s the shrinking violet type, and…”
“Oh, I can see that.”
“Hey, it’s cold out here!” Arthur protests
“Excuses, excuses,” Ariadne replies, “and anyway, I can’t go anywhere. The door only opens from the inside, so we’re stuck out here til one of the others comes looking for us.”
When Yusuf eventually appears, the three of them are sitting in a row on the edge of the roof, Arthur only occasionally considering throwing himself off, Eames possibly more smug than the situation warrants, and Ariadne imagining what she will spend the stupendous bribe they’ve agreed to pay to ensure her silence.
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On the other hand (which hand? One is braced against the rough surface of the roof and the other is wrapped around his dick so Arthur doesn’t really have one to spare)
I am a little in love with this line, and just... the lead on was so hot and the appearance of Ariadne so bloody typical of what would happen in my life... Just amazing!
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Plus, this line is perfect: The sky’s still too fucking glary, and the breeze in uncomfortably cold on the sticky mess of come, and he feels like an oyster shucked out of its shell, all soft and wet and vulnerable.
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*lols forever* I love Ariadne. And I'm really jealous of her view too.
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