inception_kink

So fast? I APPROVE :D

Pairing: Arthur/Eames - After misunderstanding the relationship between Cobbs and Arthur, Eames disguses himself as Cobb in their next visit to the dream.

This will be sooo good!

Ariadne/Arthur - Ariadne gets back at Arthur for that kiss.

second!

Eames/Robert. Eames finds himself fascinated with Robert's crisp white shirt, silk tie, silver cufflinks.

Yes. Please. Someone.

Eames/Saito: just thought the two had a lovely moment at the end of the snow fort scene
Just before the mission, Eames is charged with showing Saito the ropes.

WHY ISN'T THIS DONE i would like this very much please D:

Arthur/Dom - Somnophilia

Dom?

Arthur/Eames. Why the animosity between Arthur and Eames? Well, there was this previous mission where Eames JUST had to use his ability to mess with Arthur...

(Remember when Eames completely flustered Saito by coming on to him as the blonde? I bet he used to do that all the time. LOL)

I can imagine this! haha!

Robert/Saito. His claim of saving the world from a energy crisis was a lie. Saito just wanted to gain access into Robert's subconcious to find out a secret.

It isn't that preventing an energy monopoly is a less-than-worthy goal. There are times he wishes he was that noble.

It isn't even that he wants the additional money and power he could seize if the Fischer-Morrow corporation was dismantled. Still, if the inception should actually be successful, he will not hesitate to take the proper amount of advantage.

It is that Robert Fischer is a difficult man to talk to-- when he is not busy with his position, he is busy with the struggle to be his father's son. And when he is busy struggling to be his father's son, he is not friendly. Perhaps, towards competitors, he is not permitted to be.

It did not take much, for Saito to find himself head-over-heels for the young man. A conference, and the perfect marriage of bold ideas and beauty, and the little smiles in the hotel bar at the end of the day, in the too-brief moment where they were allowed to speak, not as competitors but as two men, unwinding after endless panels and roundtable discussions, presentations and pitches from start ups desperate for big backers...

But Maurice Fischer had people to handle his son, to remind him with reproving looks and subtle touches not to become too friendly with the enemy. Not to loosen, even with the conference at a close and a drink in his hand. And so the walls had come up, and stayed up.

Saito had tried, through the course of their continuing business relationship-- such as it was and had to be-- to foster more closeness than some thought meet. Every softening was followed by a shoring up of defenses, though, and it was impossible to know Robert's mind. Not without being able to walk around in it.

He regrets some of the subterfuge, but when a man is powerful enough and desperate enough, then that man moves mountains. It is worth being shot, if he can get to the information he truly desires. Let Cobb's team attempt the impossible-- it does not matter to Saito if they fail, he is paying for access. 'Tourism', as they had jokingly come to call it. That is his real aim.

On the second level down, he has some relief. There is still pain, and a seeping wetness he tries to ignore, but he can hold himself upright. It is a marvelous feature, and perhaps if one traveled down deep enough into the mind, the wound would disappear completely, but the idea of going that far is also forbidding. The bare snatches of conversation he had managed to process, when he had been bleeding to death in the first dream, left him in some terror of it.

There is a third level, though, and that one brings a little more improvement. His cough is wet and tastes metallic, there is still an ache that sometimes sharpens, but he believes he can make it. Whether or not he will be able to find what he wants in the safe they have constructed, he is not sure. Cobb's team has prepared Robert's mind for something different.

But the privilege of escorting Robert to the fortress, to the safe, that privilege is Saito's alone.

Cobb/Saito hurt/comfort. Saito is still severly shaken up by his time spent in Limbo after the mission. Cobb comforts him.

My captcha was Cranial Issues. I think it's telling me something. LOL

Ariadne/Robert. Ariadne didn't expect elements of Robert's subconcious to linger in her head and tease, tease, tease.

Holy shit, YES.

Arthur/Eames - Their first job together.

working on this. um...tomorrow, maybe?

Cobb/Fischer - Dubcon in the hotel dream. Fischer, freaking out and thinking Cobb is only a part of his subconscious sent there to take care of him, anyway, asks Cobb to comfort him (if you know what I mean) and Cobb is all ohshit, I've got to do this, you know, for the mission!

Rain poured against the mirror facing them. The man, this Mr. Charles, (so familiar, rough hands and a furrowed expression underneath fragrant slicked-back hair) was pointing, talking in soothing tones. Liquor bottles rattled. Goosebumps prickled his flesh (was that possible in a dream? he forgot so much of his training...). Every so often people would cease their chatter and stare at the pair, wondering, menacing.

The man was staring at him now, blue eyes piercing him. Robert shivered. He continued to point out how strange everything had seemed. Begged him to remember how the pair had gotten to the hotel.

Robert licked his lips. "I don't...I'm sorry..."

"Remember your training." The man grabbed his arm. Yanked him out of his seat.

An electric pulse (was this the so-called kick that had been described to him?) ran down his spine.

"I made you? I mean, you're one of my projections?" He heard himself say. "I made you to protect me?"

The man opened his mouth and Robert focused on his lips, that tailored suit cut to fit his body. He blinked. If this was a dream, why were they here? Why not upstairs? Why not thrown down on one of the hotel beds, clothes half-stripped, undone buttons against those hands, lips buried in that hair?

"Come on," the man pulled him away from the bar. Bottles were still rattling behind them. Dragged him down the hall, pushed him through the bathroom door. The tile felt cold against his back, even through his suit.

"Think, Robert."

"If this is just a dream," Robert fished in the waistband of his pants. A gun. "can't I just kill myself to wake up?"

Robert felt his eyes flutter. He needed to wake up. He didn't have dreams like this, didn't have desires like this. The man seemed to be thinking quickly as well. His own subconscious in overdrive. Robert cocked the gun to his head.

"Don't."

Robert gazed at him. "You said that you were here to protect me. So do it!"

The man swallowed. Only the sound of their breathing echoed inside the room. The mirror seemed to shimmer.

In an instant, the man had tore the gun from his hand. Pressed down on his wrists, pinning Robert underneath him. The weight didn't hurt; it made his blood pound in his ears, a delicious friction building between the two. Robert tried to say something but the man silenced him.

Ran his tongue along his lips.

Robert returned the kiss, wrenching one of his hands away to grab the back of the man's neck. The man moaned into his mouth, warmth traveling downward. This was just a dream; but it felt so much more than that. Robert used his free hand to unbutton the man's shirt. Stared at the muscular chest beneath. Stared up into the man's eyes.

He looked...hesitant. Just for a moment.

The man pinned his arms above his head, holding his wrists together with one hand. Robert arched against the floor. The man didn't bother to unbutton anything. He leaned above him, head centimeters away from Robert's crotch.

"Please,"

The man used his free hand to undo the belt, snaking it from his waist. Unzipped him with his teeth. Exposed his hardness to the air.

"I'll protect you." The man said and wrapped his lips around his cock.

The sensation jolted through him; the man’s mouth was so wet, so warm. He began to move and Robert made a sound, half-whine, half-moan. He had never needed something the way he needed this.

The man was moving faster, blonde head (hey, he had a thing for blondes) bobbing up and down his cock. He wasn’t looking at Robert but he didn’t have to. After a couple minutes, Robert’s head was pressed back, his hands sliding through the man’s hair. Moaning “more”, “yes”.

Climax building within him, Robert thrust his hips into the man’s mouth, harder. He thought the man might wretch but this was just a dream; this was just perfect. When he came, the man slowed, drawing out every.

Last.

Stroke.

Finally, Robert opened his eyes.

The man was standing at the mirror, his shirt immaculate. Robert asked him something from the floor. The man ignored him and pocketed the gun.

Swallowed again.

And Robert began to suspect this wasn’t just his dream.

saito/eames. ones seduces the other. or perhaps they both think they are seducing the other.

OMGOMGOMG!!! :D SO HAPPY!!

I WAS THINKING THIS MF CAST OF PRETTIES BETTER HAVE A KINK MEME!!!!

Okay. Prompt!

Mal/Ariadne Mal domfucks her violently while Cobb watches.

THIS. UNF.

Ariadne/Arthur/Eames. Dubcon. Arthur fucks Ariadne while Eames holds her down. Or whatever permutation you prefer, really.

WANT!!

Not really kinky, but I'd really like some Arthur/Eames established relationship!

ARGH.
THIS. THIS.

Cobb/Saito. Something sweet, based on the 'let us be young men together' line. That was just adorable.

Two hands brushing against each other on a soft, sandy beach. The water is lapping at our ankles, tickling our dulled senses to life. Clothes are damp from the surf that slowly begins to wake us as it rolls lazily across our bodies. Eyes flutter open, fighting against the glaring sun. Gazes meet and hearts begin to race. Let us stay here, where we will not remember anything but each other. Let us be young men together.

Ariadne/Mal, Ariadne lets her inner les!domme out to play.

I'm ALL OVER this. A day or two.

arthur/eames - bottom!eames, tied down

Ohohoho. I second this.

Simply Eames/Fischer with Eames using the genderbender disguise to its fullest.

Bonus: Once it's over, Eames reverts back to his normal self. Fischer is prefers that.

What is wrong with me?

Ngghh. If there's something wrong with you, then I must be seriously fucked in the head because that prompt sounds so hot, omfg.

Arthur/Eames

Would love to see a little bit of jealousy: Eames doesn't get why Arthur puts up with Cobb's insanity all the time. It's probably the reason he's such a stick in the mud.

Seconded! I bet this could be really hot and cute at the same time. :D

arthur/eames - top!arthur, sweat

Eames/Fischer, unbeknownst to the team, Eames planted a kinky inception in that safe as well. Bonus if the kink involves bdsm, pick your favorite.

OMG yes! If I can get the time to, I'll totally fill this!

3 layers down, 8 inches deep, and the orgasm is the kick. AAAAAAAND GO.

Bahahha. Yes, please.

Arthur/Ariadne/Eames

Ariadne is having threesome fantasies that she's having trouble with distinguishing from reality. Good thing Arthur likes her, and Eames is easy.

OMG THIS.

Cobb/Arthur: "I've died for you a hundred times"

HELL YES.