[Inception] Seven Drabbles
Closing in on having my drabble blackout for the December (welp!) amnesty challenge at 
kink_bingo. Actually beta'd a bit this time, by
anatsuno.
Rating: varies, some are explicit
Kink Bingo Squares: bodily secretions, gender play, enemas, scars/scarification, genital torture, confined/caged, obedience
Pairings: Ariadne/Yusuf, Eames/Saito, Arthur/Yusuf, Ariadne/Arthur, Arthur/Saito, Cobb/Robert, Mal/Saito
Additional content notes: female ejaculation, non-con kink, ambiguous/offscreen consent, reference to past self-harm. Drabbles have notes in individual headers when any of these apply.
Ariadne/Yusuf, bodily secretions, female ejaculation
It goes easier when he isn’t inside her. Just fucking her with his fingers from behind, hard and fast, holding her steady with a hand on her back. Listening to her sounds. Her breathing, gasping, finally asking, telling maybe, “yes, there.”
Wetness spreads over his hand, drips down her thighs as she shakes against him. Yusuf licks his fingers. Skims gentle palms up the inside of her thighs, spreading moisture over skin. He leaves damp handprints when he grabs her ass.
It’s only then that he fucks her, dripping and open. His knees skid a little on the wet floor.
Eames/Saito, gender play, contains ambiguous (offscreen or absent) consent
Saito touches her face first. He brushes a thumb across her lips, as full as Eames’ are outside of the dream. Her skin is soft, cheeks smooth and perfect. She’s a lovely job. The unyielding shape of her collarbones under his fingertips contrasts nicely with the soft weight of her breasts.
He reaches the last test and Eames betrays the first reaction of the session: he twitches as Saito’s hand slips between her thighs up to the velvet of her depilated labia, to the wetness between them. Even the inside of her is correct, slick folds, dips of flesh. Perfect.
Arthur/Yusuf, enemas
“Are you actually a doctor?” Arthur asks, suddenly sounding suspicious.
“No,” shrugs Yusuf as he hangs the bag on its stand.
“You told me -“
“I let you hold certain misconceptions. Knees up.”
Arthur glares but does as he’s told. Yusuf inserts the nozzle with practiced ease (you don’t have to be a doctor, really), and removes the clamp from the hose without warning.
“This is going to feel strange,” he says.
“Thanks.”
Arthur’s voice is strangled. Yusuf guides him onto his side, follows the liquid’s path inside him with a gentle massage. No use scaring away such a good victim.
Ariadne/Arthur, scars/scarification, contains reference to self-harm
Ariadne knows every one of Arthur’s scars. She’s long since extracted the secrets of those he wouldn’t talk about. The one along his ankle is surgical, metal to repair shattered bone. She likes to run her tongue over the shrapnel marks scattered over his left upper arm. The slicing line of a knife wound up his ribs is a fascinating ridge under her fingertips. There’s one underneath his chin from hitting it on the edge of a swimming pool (age nine).
He knows hers, too. Holds her thighs when he fucks her, covering them. But every one is still there.
Arthur/Saito, genital torture
Arthur holds Saito’s balls in his hand. Literally.
“Do it,” Saito orders.
Arthur slaps his cock instead, just for the surprise of it. Not too hard, but Saito almost yelps, tries to pull away. His cock bobs against his stomach then back down, not fully hard.
“Not so fast,” Arthur says, glancing meaningfully down at where he’s enacting a nice little metaphor.
Saito stills; Arthur wraps a thin piece of jute around his scrotum. His cock fills in Arthur’s hand as he winds overlapping spirals up its length. The rough rope will hurt like hell when Arthur squeezes, soon.
Cobb/Robert Fischer, confined/caged, contains non-consensual caging but no non-consensual sex
“Tell me,” Robert says, trying to sound bored.
“No.”
The man in the cage should be more desperate by now. He’s naked, tall form curled to fit inside the bars. Robert kneels, putting his face inches from his adversary’s.
“What did you do to me?”
He’s stubbornly silent. Robert puts a hand out, impulsively reaching for the man’s mouth. To pry it open, maybe, force the words out. He just wants to know what’s been done to him. The man takes Robert’s fingers willingly between his lips instead.
“You know I can’t let you go.”
It is a weak protest.
Mal/Saito, obedience, non-consensual D/s with a projection
She comes to him, now. Saito knows who she is. What she is. And when she comes to him she kneels and bows her head.
He’s not Cobb. He has no guilt to carry. Just an echo of a memory, subject to his will.
“You will stay here. Wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
When he returns hours later she hasn’t moved a muscle.
“Stand.”
She wobbles, stumbles. Blood must be rushing painfully back into her feet. But she stands.
“My beautiful flower. You were wasted on him,” says Saito.
She comes at his call, goes at his call, builds at his call.
This entry was originally posted at http://krytella.dreamwidth.org/14343.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
kink_bingo. Actually beta'd a bit this time, by
anatsuno.
Rating: varies, some are explicit
Kink Bingo Squares: bodily secretions, gender play, enemas, scars/scarification, genital torture, confined/caged, obedience
Pairings: Ariadne/Yusuf, Eames/Saito, Arthur/Yusuf, Ariadne/Arthur, Arthur/Saito, Cobb/Robert, Mal/Saito
Additional content notes: female ejaculation, non-con kink, ambiguous/offscreen consent, reference to past self-harm. Drabbles have notes in individual headers when any of these apply.
Ariadne/Yusuf, bodily secretions, female ejaculation
It goes easier when he isn’t inside her. Just fucking her with his fingers from behind, hard and fast, holding her steady with a hand on her back. Listening to her sounds. Her breathing, gasping, finally asking, telling maybe, “yes, there.”
Wetness spreads over his hand, drips down her thighs as she shakes against him. Yusuf licks his fingers. Skims gentle palms up the inside of her thighs, spreading moisture over skin. He leaves damp handprints when he grabs her ass.
It’s only then that he fucks her, dripping and open. His knees skid a little on the wet floor.
Eames/Saito, gender play, contains ambiguous (offscreen or absent) consent
Saito touches her face first. He brushes a thumb across her lips, as full as Eames’ are outside of the dream. Her skin is soft, cheeks smooth and perfect. She’s a lovely job. The unyielding shape of her collarbones under his fingertips contrasts nicely with the soft weight of her breasts.
He reaches the last test and Eames betrays the first reaction of the session: he twitches as Saito’s hand slips between her thighs up to the velvet of her depilated labia, to the wetness between them. Even the inside of her is correct, slick folds, dips of flesh. Perfect.
Arthur/Yusuf, enemas
“Are you actually a doctor?” Arthur asks, suddenly sounding suspicious.
“No,” shrugs Yusuf as he hangs the bag on its stand.
“You told me -“
“I let you hold certain misconceptions. Knees up.”
Arthur glares but does as he’s told. Yusuf inserts the nozzle with practiced ease (you don’t have to be a doctor, really), and removes the clamp from the hose without warning.
“This is going to feel strange,” he says.
“Thanks.”
Arthur’s voice is strangled. Yusuf guides him onto his side, follows the liquid’s path inside him with a gentle massage. No use scaring away such a good victim.
Ariadne/Arthur, scars/scarification, contains reference to self-harm
Ariadne knows every one of Arthur’s scars. She’s long since extracted the secrets of those he wouldn’t talk about. The one along his ankle is surgical, metal to repair shattered bone. She likes to run her tongue over the shrapnel marks scattered over his left upper arm. The slicing line of a knife wound up his ribs is a fascinating ridge under her fingertips. There’s one underneath his chin from hitting it on the edge of a swimming pool (age nine).
He knows hers, too. Holds her thighs when he fucks her, covering them. But every one is still there.
Arthur/Saito, genital torture
Arthur holds Saito’s balls in his hand. Literally.
“Do it,” Saito orders.
Arthur slaps his cock instead, just for the surprise of it. Not too hard, but Saito almost yelps, tries to pull away. His cock bobs against his stomach then back down, not fully hard.
“Not so fast,” Arthur says, glancing meaningfully down at where he’s enacting a nice little metaphor.
Saito stills; Arthur wraps a thin piece of jute around his scrotum. His cock fills in Arthur’s hand as he winds overlapping spirals up its length. The rough rope will hurt like hell when Arthur squeezes, soon.
Cobb/Robert Fischer, confined/caged, contains non-consensual caging but no non-consensual sex
“Tell me,” Robert says, trying to sound bored.
“No.”
The man in the cage should be more desperate by now. He’s naked, tall form curled to fit inside the bars. Robert kneels, putting his face inches from his adversary’s.
“What did you do to me?”
He’s stubbornly silent. Robert puts a hand out, impulsively reaching for the man’s mouth. To pry it open, maybe, force the words out. He just wants to know what’s been done to him. The man takes Robert’s fingers willingly between his lips instead.
“You know I can’t let you go.”
It is a weak protest.
Mal/Saito, obedience, non-consensual D/s with a projection
She comes to him, now. Saito knows who she is. What she is. And when she comes to him she kneels and bows her head.
He’s not Cobb. He has no guilt to carry. Just an echo of a memory, subject to his will.
“You will stay here. Wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
When he returns hours later she hasn’t moved a muscle.
“Stand.”
She wobbles, stumbles. Blood must be rushing painfully back into her feet. But she stands.
“My beautiful flower. You were wasted on him,” says Saito.
She comes at his call, goes at his call, builds at his call.
This entry was originally posted at http://krytella.dreamwidth.org/14343.html. Please comment there using OpenID.