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... )
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*GOES TO RE-READ*
OH I LOVE TODAY
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>___< cause im a pervy person
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Eames comes back home too late. He hangs his coat on the clothes hook in the floor, and puts his arms on Arthur’s shoulders to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
Arthur sighs, relaxes a bit. “Okay, yours?”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah, look,” Arthur says, turning away from his work to look up at Eames. “You should get ready for Mal’s party, yeah?”
Arthur’s temple throbs at the smell of leather, and he wonders why Eames’ belt still smells so new and why it makes him angry. It has never upset him so much, but right now he wants to rip it off him and burn it. So he’s glad when Eames goes to the bathroom and leaves him alone. He tries to concentrate on his work for a few more minutes. It’s not long, though, before he stops altogether and just listens for a few moments.
The familiar sensual beat of their song fills the apartment and Arthur’s back snaps, his ears pricking up in attention. The song, different to what it meant to him when they’d started this a few months ago, has now an almost Pavlovian effect on him. For the most part of ( ... )
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Arthur remembers wheezing for breath first, then his vision going blurry as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. Sometimes he jerks out of his sleep when he sees all those images again. He’s not dreaming, but they are there in his head and sometimes they make him leap up from his bed like he did that time when he woke up ( ... )
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Mal touches his arm, concern written all over her beautiful face.
Arthur tries to smile. “Just a bad day, that’s all.”
“Does that mean my party is not good enough to take your mind off it?” she says, mock-serious.
Arthur laughs. “No, it’s brilliant,” he says. “Happy Birthday again.”
Mal smiles at him and touches his cheek before one of the other guests comes over to congratulate her.
Arthur looks down at his drink and unconsciously his hand moves to his neck where the red marks Eames has left are barely hidden and tingling. It’s a good thing that the lamps decorating the garden are all dimmed. Arthur’s very deliberately avoided going in by the front door and walking through the brightly lit house but has instead used the garden path.
He should check himself, though. There are a lot of people talking and dancing, all aware of Mal, though, no matter what they are doing. And she knows how to handle the attention, dances with Dom like a queen, her black dress swirling and her lips red. Arthur has rarely seen Dom so ( ... )
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He kicks his legs wide, and Arthur tries to reach for the door handle to at least get them into the bathroom. He can hear the music, the people in the garden, fuck -
Arthur bites his lip as hard as he can when Eames pushes in, not slippery enough but so hard it makes Arthur dizzy.
“Fuck,” he pants wetly into the door, his head throbs painfully and for a moment he considers screaming, crying out. Maybe Cobb will hear them then and it’ll all be over. But it only lasts a fraction of a second before he panic at the thought again.
Eames fucks him with quick sharp thrusts, pressing his hip into the door frame painfully, and Arthur is too distracted by the glass knocking against the wall and the fact that at any moment one of the many guests could walk in and see them. He’s too distracted to care that ( ... )
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http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/7339.html?thread=15667883#t15667883
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Arthur sat where there was the most sunlight streaming into the warehouse, making notes in one of his many files. Slim body haloed by the afternoon sun, he made for quite the lovely sight. Eames couldn't wait to muss him up today.
Quietly, Eames tapped a few buttons on his phone and sent a message.
'Now?' was all he asked.
He couldn't hear the phone going off but he watched Arthur reach into his pocket to retrieve his iPhone. Eames was reading Arthur's reply even before he placed it down on the table.
'Yes.'Perfect. Eames returned his phone to his jacket and then proceeded to shrug out of the dark coat. He walked forward from where he had been leaning against the half-opened door. As he approached the table Arthur was working at, he dropped his coat carelessly on one of the chairs ( ... )
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