Seriously people, Eames/Arthur. It's awesome.
Also all the fic at the kinkmeme, it's great.
>>52077There's a kink meme?
>>52084http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/
It's not that I don't ship this......I just wish Eames would shave. The greasy side-part bothers me, too, but goddammit. SHAVE.
>>52100I'm a fan of a bit of scruff, and the image of Arthur with beard-burn makes me <3.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh finally! *weeps for joy*
>>52102I like my men rough and scruffy looking as well. But sometimes a person loves a smart dressed man. Am I right?
>>52115Sauce please. Seriously, I am not really in to Eames/Arthur, but this is made of diamonds. Best rendition of Tom Hardy's dicksuck lips ever.
>>52116Isn't it adorable? But it was under anonymous in the kink meme. Sorry!
>>52119I think I also saw it reposted on the Eames/Arthur comm, but I lack a link.
>>52119Anonymous? ANONYMOUS? T...that's not fair! Someone must know, its so cute and professional-looking it could be a magazine illustration.
Oh God, I have been so patient. >>52112Smartly dressed men are my fetish. This movie was indecent as hell.
Repoast. Yaaaayyy all this fanart already!ArthurxEames is fun.
askdfja = Hooray - This thread finally exists.I was surprised by all of the awesome art that I hadn't already seen. Also, let me just rec this beautiful fic. http://anowlinsunshine.livejournal.com/25223.html#cutid1
"I thought you said sex dream.""I *did* say sex dream, darling. Shall I change into something a little more... blonde?""No, I'd like to stay on this side of batshit insane, thanks. But I'm glad we had this little discussion.""You discuss *far* too much; let's put that mouth of yours to better use."ANYWAYS, have some drawfaggotry. More to come. >>52153Ffffff that fic. I'll.... be in my bunk.
http://mami-san.livejournal.com/378947.html#cutid1I non-happy fic rec.
>>52159HOLYffasdfljasldShould not be nsfw'd. Should be on display forever.I love that they're both sort of smirking. It's like "I challenge you - TO SEX!"
Quick sketchdoodle.I'd like to think that Cobb would only be mildly annoyed by this sort of thing.
>>52163Hahahahaaa, I love it. Cobb would only be against it if the whole thing with Mal made him Bitter Toward Love, but I ship him too hard with Ariadne to go for that view.
I just want to say I love you guys. srsly. Half the fandoms I'm into nowadays are thanks to the /coq threads that grab my interest. L4D, The Losers, Hulkling/Wiccan, Homestuck, D9, Tim/Kon, Inglourious Basterds, etc and so forth. Now? I'm waiting for Inception to load. I blame all of you.
DAT MOUTH
>>52194Oh you need to do more A freaking SAP. Your style is beautiful and delicious, as is your Arthur.
contributan'
>>52196>>52194these are awesome in so many waysssss
I was waiting with anticipation for this thread.
I can't take it if people are going to draw JGL all retardedLook at him, he's so :3
>>52212Jesus H. Christ10/10 would fantasize again.
>>52212Did you say retarded?
>>52115 Its http://innueneko.livejournal.com/ , though she says her art is mostly posted to livejournal communities, and her art gallery is password protected. Also her journal is mostly friendslocked. Sort of a bummer if you ask me..
>>52219retarded!Arthur gives me a mad
>>52148TIM DID YOU DRAW THIS. :DDDDDDDDD LOVE IT.>>52194Seconding the love for your style in this. Some of the fanart out there doesn't look very much like JGL, but this is somehow... not SIMILAR but at the same time. Is? IDK, but I like it. >>52204FFFFFFF love it. I am also overly in love with both Eames and Arthur having chance/gambling related totems.
>>52231 aparently the artist of >>52194 HATED the movie
>>52224who password-locks their gallery, what the heck :-[
>>52235I couldn't give a rat's testicle whether or not they hated it; if they keep outputting fanart as Top Tier as that'n, they can go plant a boot in Chris Nolan's ass for all I care
More of these guys?
Man, I completely forgot where I heard this, but according to Tom Hardy, the "Darling" line wasn't originally on the script. It was a complete slip of the tongue. Think about this and the fact he's admitted to having a fluid sexuality.Not really important, but fun fact nonetheless.
>>52252Dude, agreed. Adlibbed, is what I heard. No matter how you cut it, I love it.
>>52249 Found her DA http://nyyrikk.deviantart.com/
>>52224>my faceIt's a total bummer.And Nyrkikriri, from what I could tell, just really hated the ending. I don't really care as long as she keeps drawing though, she's one of my favorite ST artists, too.Also I am the saddest kitten that there is no Cobb/Arthur stuff.
>>52253It kind of bums be out that "Darling" wasn't in the script. I like it when subtext isn't entirely accidental.Nolan needs to let his characters have more fun.On the flip side, actors adding subtext accidentally is nothing to sneeze at.
>>52250seconded.
Also, uuuh good job drawfags, now have some more reference pictures.
>>52285
>>52102Any excuse to draw a really angry Arthur is okay with me.JGL's perpetual scowl throughout this movie is simultaneously adorable, hilarious, and alluring. Dreams weren't the only mindfucks in this film, jesus christ.
Come on guys, no Fischer?I thought we were in love with Cillian Murphy...
>>52296Yeah but now we love Tom Hardy
>>52296Found this in my reconnaissance. I believe this is what you call "proof" of some sort.
>>52298I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt instead.
>>52299This is relevant to my interests.
>>52299This picture incites in me an urge to furiously jack off.
>>52299........Oh my god, hate sex between the two rivals?!? sadfgjklasj FFFFFFF SOMEONE PLEASE DO THIS PLEASE I don't care if it's a fic or a pic or what
Hmmmmmm.
>>52315be still my heart. cobb cornering a very surprised Eames? Shit son I cannot wait for the DVD release with deleted scenes and extra footage and all that shit cause hnnnnhn
does anyone know when the next kink post will be up at inception_kink? I have so many ridiculously awesome prompts I need some amazing authornon to fill.
This.. is so f'n cute it rots my teeth right out of my head. I ship this exact thing SO HARD.
i sit on DAsearch "inception"aaaand just press F5 all the livelong day.
>>52348I- is this what I think it is? Sauce, delicious delicious sauce please.
>>52299This thread needs moar Saito.He was one smooth mofo.
>>52348 >>52350 Aaaaaa so much awesomecute art.fffNeeds more porn to go with all of the fluff though.All of you sneaky drawfags in here take note.Eames/Arthur shippers might like this breakdown of all of their scenes together.http://godofwine.livejournal.com/92171.html
>>52392>>52394Urgh I love these to a filthy degree.
>>52348It's by the1969 from here: http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/3434.html?thread=4230250#t4230250
Wow, a Eames/Arthur thread?! This is exactly what I needed.
>>52424This is really awesome. I was put off by ANIMU STAILE at first and then realized this is actually darned good stuff. Please do more.
>>52424SO FREAKIN' CUTE
>>52384I AGREE.
So... any more fic recs?
>>52350MORE FROM THIS ARTISTMORE I SAY
all you dickheads need to check out http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/inception-comic.htmlFUCKING CANON PREQUEL OK? OK. NOW GET DRAWING AND WRITING.
>>52454 Sure, these are some awesome oneshttp://momebie.livejournal.com/725133.html is really awesome, and she's got a few recs in the comment section. Read all of the commented recs and was highly satisfied.
>>52443AMAZING.>>52454delicious.com/ifyouweremine/inception
I was just about to request some Inception in the /r/ sticky. Thank God for this thread, I've been dying for some Eames/Arthur.This isn't my fic, by the way, but it's too gorgeous and dirty not to share with you guys.Title: on you on me on youAuthor: Mokuyoubi (moku-youbi.livejournal.com)Pairing: Eames/ArthurRating: NC-17Kink: bodily secretionsWC: 2k~Summary: Arthur’s dream leaves him with a lot of unspent energy, but Eames is more than happy to help him work it out. Established relationship.AN: This fills a spot on my kink bingo card. This is absolutely filthy.Thanks to redandglenda for the beta-job :DOne of the benefits of flying first class means skipping to the head of the line at Immigration. Arthur watches, chest tight with panicked anticipation as Dom goes before him. He hands his passport over to the officer, and the adrenaline rush from Arthur’s dream lingers, makes his muscles draw tight, ready to fight. He has to remind himself that the stakes are different here, and fighting for Dom will only lead to him being arrested, too.But the Immigration officer stamps Dom’s passport and waves Arthur forward, and all the wild, strained energy roiling under Arthur’s skin rails for release. It turns his stomach, makes his vision strange around the edges. He doesn’t let it manifest physically, keeping perfectly still, maintaining a polished exterior. Fischer waits at the baggage carousel, his expression distant and contemplative. Though he’d doubted its possibility, Arthur is now certain that the Inception has taken. For it to work, Fischer can’t suspect anything; they can’t be seen by him together, outside of the dream. Any hint of suspicion on his part could ruin all their work. Cobb stands at the far end of the carousel where the luggage will first appear, all but bouncing in his impatience. Ariadne settles on the opposite side, legs tucked up on her seat, earbuds tucked into her ears, nose stuck in a book. Yusuf and Saito have yet to come through Immigration. There is nothing to do but wait patiently, and the mere thought causes Arthur to grind his teeth. From the corner of his eye, Arthur spots Eames lounging casually against a pillar, playing with his phone. They aren’t supposed to be seen together, and yet. Arthur’s dream on the second level hadn’t even lasted very long, from a dreamer’s perspective and yet it seems so long since he’s touched Eames. Paris seems decades ago. Suddenly, all the chaotic, directionless energy coursing through Arthur’s veins finds a purpose. He spares Eames only the briefest of looks before turning down the little access hallway to the bathrooms. Experience and innate knowledge tell him Eames will follow. Arthur goes into the last stall and shrugs out of his suit jacket, hanging it on the peg before loosening his tie. The seconds tick by and he waits, one foot braced against the wall. It’s quiet here, the roar of activity distant and muted. Several of the lights have gone out in the ceiling, suggesting little traffic, but it’s relatively clean, and really Arthur couldn’t care less at this point. The door swings open, letting in a brief rush of noise. Eames walks in a purposefully slow, measured gate. Arthur counts each step, feels the click reverberate through him. He’ll pay Eames back for it later, but right now he doesn’t have the patience for games. The footsteps come to a stop and Arthur opens the door to see Eames with his fist raised, poised to knock. Arthur grabs him by the collar and hauls him into the stall, shoving him up against the wall and kicking the door closed as an after thought. Eames’ eyes sparkle with mirth. He parts his lips, wetting them as if planning to speak, and Arthur doesn’t want to talk right now. He closes the last distance between them, rolling all his weight into Eames, hip to shoulder. Their lips meet in a violent crush. Arthur has always appreciated the way their bodies slot together. The slight height advantage he has on Eames allows him to get a leg between Eames’ and fit their hips just right. Arthur rocks down on Eames’ thigh and Eames’ arches back against him, letting out a harsh breath through his nose. His hands scrabble at Arthur’s vest, but Arthur catches him at the wrists and forces his hands back against the wall. Eames makes a faint sound of disappointment and arousal, swallowed up by Arthur’s tongue. They don’t have time for undressing and exploration right now. “Do you have anything?” Arthur parts from him to ask. “Oh yes,” Eames drawls, but he’s breathless and his lips are swollen. “Because I routinely break airport safety guidelines in order to smuggle lube onto planes.” Arthur just gives him a look, because really, it wouldn’t surprise him in the least. Eames smirks back, all smug cockiness. “How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t be able to wait until we got back to the hotel?” Arthur purses his lips, but refuses to comment. Instead, he drops to his knees and tugs at Eames’ belt buckle, yanks down the zipper of his slacks. Eames’ hands hurry to help, shoving his slacks and boxers down to mid-thigh. Usually, Arthur likes to tease—it’s his physical response to all of Eames’ verbal taunts, and no doubt a large part of the reason Eames continues to push his buttons. Arthur likes the way Eames responds to his touch, likes to make him writhe and curse and bury his hands in Arthur’s hair. It isn’t about the power, though it might seem like it from outside their relationship. It’s really the opposite, because Arthur gives Eames exactly what they both want. Right now, though, Arthur wraps his fist around the base of Eames’ cock and strokes him to full hardness, then dips his head to close his lips around the head. He knows how to make it last, and he knows how to end it in a hurry, and now he puts to use all the tricks and secrets he’s learned in his explorations of Eames’ body to make him come as quickly as he can. His tongue traces the sensitive ridge just under the head and he sucks, gently at first but with increasing pressure, while his fist works the rest of Eames’ cock. Eames groans low in chest. His fingers skate over Arthur’s shoulder and up his neck to cup his jaw. Arthur takes him deeper, lets Eames guide him where he wants him with a delicate touch, and it was part of why Arthur had fallen for him, that Eames could be so tender even in moments such as this. Arthur hums his appreciation and Eames’ hips buck at the sensation. He lets out a soft fuck, and pets Arthur’s hair in apology. And it isn’t just his touch getting Eames off, Arthur knows, and he gets on his knees for Eames quite often enough. It’s Arthur in one of his fancy suits that Eames loves to wrinkle and stain, and which Arthur usually guards fiercely, now kneeling on the floor of a public restroom for Eames. Arthur, fully dressed with drool just starting to leak from the corner of his mouth. Eames catches it with his thumb and smears it up Arthur’s cheek, leaving a sticky trail towards his ear. Arthur closes his eyes and goes all the way down, and Eames chokes on a sound. It doesn’t take long, but Arthur feels every second ticking by under his skin, throbbing in his dick. Eames has to feel the desperation in his touch, and that probably helps, too. His thigh tenses under Arthur’s hand and he pushes at Arthur’s cheek with two fingertips. Arthur strokes him through it as Eames pulses hot and bitter on his tongue. Then he sits back on his heels and spits delicately into his palm, saliva and come swirling together against his skin. Eames watches with lazy eyes, no doubt filing the image away to revisit later. “Turn around,” Arthur says, voice rough from use. Eames does so without his usual teasing, hands planted on the wall in front of him and hips tilted back. There is something very gratifying about Eames submitting to him, no matter how brief the duration. Arthur slicks two fingers through the mess, scooping up as much as he can before pressing them to Eames’ opening. Eames tenses, but pushes back against Arthur’s touch. Arthur doesn’t have the time or patience to be gentle. He works his fingers in deep, spreading Eames’ own come inside him, curls his fingers in a beckoning gesture that makes Eames muffle a sound by biting down on his arm. “Do it,” Eames grits out, and Arthur doesn’t ask if he’s sure. He allows himself a second to enjoy the aesthetic of Eames’ tensed muscles and sharply curved spine before rising and slipping his fingers free. Somewhere in the course of their relationship, Arthur has become adept at opening his slacks one-handed, and he’s not really sure what that says about the two of them. He takes himself in hand, smearing come and spit with a few strokes. Then he steps forward, the head of his cock pressing bluntly against Eames’ ass. Eames’ hips are damp under Arthur’s touch, making his fingers slip; he digs his nails in and pulls Eames back as he presses forward. This. This is what he’s needed since waking. Eames’ heat sears, and the scent of sex and sweat is sharp enough that Arthur can taste it on his tongue. Arthur’s dreams are never so vivid. It’s just another assurance that this is all real, far more visceral than watching the tumble of a die. All the unspent energy rushing just under the surface of Arthur’s skin manifests in rough, punishing thrusts. He has none of his normal finesse, and Eames is going to be walking with a hitch after this, is going to wear bruises on his hips for weeks, the knowledge of which only makes Arthur fuck him harder and deeper. Eames makes a strangled noise and Arthur answers with a sharp bite on his neck, just above his collar. The skin shines wet, red circled in white indentations, and later Arthur’s going to suck on it ‘til it’s purple and black, and Eames whines in mingled pleasure and pain. Arthur sets his teeth to skin again, gently this time, just scraping and Eames jerks and tightens around Arthur’s cock. Arthur wants to groan, but he doesn’t share Eames’ abandon in public. His thrusts turn erratic and Eames reaches behind himself to squeeze Arthur’s hip, to urge him closer, and he pants out yes and Arthur and come on. And Arthur does, mouth dropped open on a silent cry, hips jerking entirely without his permission as he spends himself in Eames’ tight heat. Outside, down the hall, there is an announcement being made on the intercom system. They’ve been gone far too long, and Arthur can only hope that Dom is too distracted with the promise of seeing his children to notice the absence of two of his team members. Arthur eases free from Eames’ body, cringing in sympathy when Eames hisses. He lays a kiss against the teeth marks on the back of Eames neck, which is as close as he’ll come to saying sorry at this juncture. Mostly because Eames doesn’t mind. Arthur reaches behind him and grabs a wad of toilet paper to clean himself off with, dropping it in the toilet bowl and doing up his slacks and belt, smoothing the wrinkles. Eames looks over his shoulder at him with blatant amusement, and when he reaches for the paper dispenser, Arthur puts a hand over his, pushing it back down to his side. “Leave it,” he says, and likes the way Eames’ eyes flare with promise of all the things he’s going to do to Arthur when they reach the hotel. Arthur presses another, more lingering kiss to the bruise, satisfied that Eames will do as he asks. His skin feels lighter, less like a prison and more like home, and the sick, hyper-awareness has been replaced with lazy satisfaction. Arthur grins to himself as steps out of the stall, snagging his jacket on the way and straightening his hair as he passed the mirror.
>>52499well this fic definitely gets my rocks offArthur does NOT seem like a bottom. Way too in control, rigid, put together IMO. He IS taller than Eames, (not that it matters) just because he's a skinny little fucker doesn't affect his preferential position gah.Arthur topping for the win, all the time.
>>52508I thought that fic was pretty hot too but>Way too in control, rigid, put together IMOThat sounds like my boyfriend and he prefers being on the bottom... People are unpredictable and can go either way! Anyway, any moar fic recs?
probably a stupid question, but could someone refresh my memory - who's taller? i thought arthur was shorter than eames.
>>52548fairly sure that arthur is taller
>>52548Arthur is one inch taller. Not much of a height difference.(Note: I'm on the "Arthur likes to not be in control in the bedroom" train.)
from the kink meme---Arthur's mind registers a sharp pain and he twists his wrist, trying fruitlessly to free himself, but only making the pain worse. The rope chafes against his skin and he hisses but keeps trying, desperate to touch the man who's crouched between his legs."Eames, you fucking - ""Watch your language, pet." Eames glances up, smirking. Arthur glares down at him, flushing as he wonders what he must look like now - completely disheveled, tie undone, half of the buttons on his shirt opened, trousers yanked down to his ankles. Eames apparently has the same thought because he moves up Arthur's body, keeping two fingers in his ass, moving them and making Arthur's hips buck violently with each twist and turn. He gives Arthur a lazy grin, bends down and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Arthur moans, thrashes, thrusts his hips against Eames'. "Look at you," he breathes, sounding slightly amazed. "You look like a whore."Arthur shudders when those fingers touch something in him that sends a shock of pleasure up his body. “Fuck. Don’t play with me."“No?” Eames pulls his fingers out and swallows any protests that Arthur would voice. His tongue slips easily into Arthur’s mouth and they kiss wildly, panting against each others’ lips, changing the angle that their mouths meet at. “Tell me what you want, then.” He lets himself laugh at the look on Arthur’s face when he pulls away. “Hmm? Go on, darling.”“I hate you,” Arthur says, coming dangerously close to whining. Arthur does not whine. Ever.“I’ll never know why, love. I’m so nice to you. All you need to do,” Eames moves down Arthur’s body again, knocks his thighs apart, and presses a kiss to the head of his cock. Arthur does whine this time, but he’ll never admit it, and Eames isn’t enough of a bastard to bring it up. He flicks his tongue out, just brushing them against the slit of Arthur’s dick, wet with pre-come, then makes his way down the length. “is ask,” he finishes, well aware that Arthur is shuddering under him by now. “Now tell me – what do you want me to do? Ask nicely, now,” he adds playfully.Arthur lets out an indignant huff and lets his head fall back against the pillow.“You want me to fuck you?” Eames asks, pulling Arthur’s trousers off completely, and bending his knees toward his chest. “Want me to put my cock in you? In your tight little arsehole? Right here?”Arthur isn’t expecting the full lips to brush against his hole and he gasps when they do. He grips at the headboard, doing what he can to keep himself from crying out. Eames’ tongue moves right there in a way that makes Arthur squirm and pant and sweat, and he catches himself before he says, please, please fuck me.“Mmm, look at that,” Eames says, sounding distracted, as if he’s speaking to himself and not to Arthur. “You’ve got my come in you, still. How’s it feel, Arthur?” He doesn’t let Arthur answer, just pushes his knees up even further and settles into the cradle of his hips and thighs, pushes just the tip of his cock into him. Now, Arthur can’t stop himself. He arches up, thighs trembling as they lock around Eames’ hips. “If it were up to me,” Eames begins, sounding breathless as he thinks about what he’s saying. “You’d be here every day. Wet and open for me.” He smiles, and the tilt of his mouth is obnoxious, but his eyes are affectionate. He sinks in until his hips press against Arthur’s, and moans, shameless. “Perhaps a tad nicer, though,” he adds, and then kisses Arthur again.Arthur’s head is spinning, and he makes one more bold effort to pull himself free as Eames snaps his hips forward, then pulls back, and then thrusts again and again and again. He’s clearly desperate for orgasm because there’s no finesse in his movements, just a raw, animalistic rhythm. Arthur’s cock slaps heavily against his stomach with each frenzied motion, and he stills, crying out as he climaxes.“You bastard, don’t you dare stop,” Arthur gasps out, swiveling his hips. He shudders, suddenly feeling empty when Eames’ cock slips out of him. “Fuck. Eames, I’m – ”“Close?” Eames finishes for him, breathing raggedly as he wraps a hand around Arthur’s dick, strokes it.“Oh, fuck.”“Say ‘please’,” Eames breathes, thumbing the slit.“Fuck you – ah!” Arthur shakes when Eames takes him into his mouth again. It only lasts a second, then Eames pulls his mouth off with a wet pop, looks at Arthur with half-lidded eyes and a quirked eyebrow. “God, you really are a bastard. I - please.” He says the word quickly, thrusts his hips up in an attempt to get his dick back into that hot mouth.“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, darling,” Eames says in that obnoxious, posh accent of his, placing his palms over Arthur’s hips, stroking fingers over the sharp bones there. He holds him down, presses an open-mouthed kiss to the tender flesh there. “Come again?” He smirks, impossibly obnoxious. “No pun intended.”Arthur nearly growls. “I said please, Eames.”Eames nods, looking thoughtful. He has the nerve to ask, “Please what?”But Arthur’s done playing. “Please make me come. Let me fuck your mouth, and when you’re done with that, take off this stupid fucking rope and let me ride your dick until I can’t walk.” Eames swears under his breath. That – he can’t say anything to that. So he complies, sucks Arthur off until the other man is yelling and coming down his throat, too caught up in the pleasure to warn him. Eames swallows it all down, working his jaw. Arthur thrusts up, fucking his mouth and riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm, panting and gasping.Licking at the come that’s dribbled down the side of his mouth, Eames sidles back up, undoes the ropes around Arthur’s wrists. Arthur groans and lets his arms fall to his sides limply. He’s vaguely aware that Eames is picking up one of his arms – he presses a tender kiss to the reddened skin at his wrist, then does the same thing to the other. Arthur feels his face heating up and he turns toward Eames to catch his lips in a hot kiss.“Well, then,” Arthur murmurs, embarrassed. “Should we - ” He swings a leg over Eames’ hip, but Eames places a hand on his thigh, stalls any more movement.“No rush, darling,” Eames says, kissing along his jaw. “Though…” He sucks on Arthur’s pulse point, brushes his fingers over his sensitive cock. “I might reconsider if you ask nicely.”
http://aimlesstravels.livejournal.com/3749.htmlfic rec
>>52553Well I certainly hope it's better than the tripe anon posted above. Once, just once, I'd like to read a goddam smutfic that doesn't have: a) arthur on the bottomb) arthur acting like a girlc) a female who has no concept of gay/bi men writing it
>>52553Nope, that was shitty too. >Off to Mombasa or some other OBSCURE COUNTRY>my face
>>52555Ahh, the perils of reading porn written by someone who has yet to go through puberty.I hate that shit.
>>52499Holy shit, Arthur needs to be on top always. That was hot. <3
If I were to write some Arthur/Cobb, what would people like to see? I'd look at the kink meme but eh. I like my /co/mrades more.
>>52566I know it's painfully cliche but maybe something post Mal's death? Cobb is vulnerable and Arthur wants to help him, distract him even. Or perhaps Cobb in his loneliness seeks out Arthur and is denied and angry surprise sex can happen. Like I said, cliche but then again who cares about the story as long as there's sex and it's good, dirty, well written sex? Also, pics of JGL from SNL are fucking hilarious.
>>52566I would love to seeee unrequited Arthur loves Dom that turns requited after the movie ends, since Dom is finally ready to get over Mal. Also domestic cuteness with those adorable children.
>>52556>>525559AM.They're on a series of jobs that are more jokes than missions, quick and easy requests that Cobb takes on pro bono. "For teamwork buildling," he says. The targets are like sheep and the team is getting good practice. Once, they go four layers deep just for the hell of it, and Saito buys everyone a drink when they wake up. "Not that I don't buy you everything already," he says.Eames is like a spoilt cat. He's well fed, he's having fun, and so naturally his thoughts turn to the only thing that's left."You want me to what?" asks Arthur, eyebrows shooting up into his hairline."It's for research," says Eames."How is my sticking a vibrator up there going to help me with work?" asks Arthur."Makes perfect sense to me," says Eames. "Our target, down-low mistress to a major political figure. Think about it. You've got to get inside her head. What is it like to be her? All that dissembling, all that humiliation, all that-- keeping inside... of things.""That is so tenuous," says Arthur."If you can keep it in the whole day long, I'll get us a hotel suite," says Eames. "Fresh sheets, Arthur. Voluminous pillows. Gold brocade everywhere. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Room service when you're too shagged out to move. A real life honest-to-god jacuzzi. Not like this dump we have here.""I'm holding you to that," says Arthur, immediately. "This is going to be too easy.""Oh, pet," says Eames.10AM.Arthur's face is carefully blank as he walks into the warehouse. But Eames is an actor. He observes things. He has the eye of a hawk and the libido of a rabbit. He notices the deliberate edge in Arthur's step -- like he's feeling his way, like he's learning how to move all over again -- and it gives him a private thrill to know what no one else does.Yusuf is testing a new compound, fine-tuning the inner ear balance retention problem. He calls them over to the desk where he's arranged a rack full of liquids that look exactly the same. Eames falls back, into step with Arthur."Piece of cake," Arthur whispers to him.And the smile on Arthur's face is cocky like it is on his best days, fearless and confident and completely, transparently fake. Eames chuckles, places a hand on the small of Arthur's back, sliding his hand in under the waistcoat. Arthur's skin is hot through his shirt."Really," says Eames."Really," says Arthur.Slowly Eames rubs the swell of Arthur's ass, his touch light and fleeting, and Arthur's back snaps up straight like there's lightning down his spine. He freezes in place, feet rooted to the ground, perfectly still."Not as easy as you thought," says Eames.11AM.There is not much for Eames to do outside of dreamspace. He is already the best at what he does. He decides to rest on his laurels. Today, that means lounging on a lawn chair with his feet up on a box, watching Arthur from behind as he discusses the benefits of landscape tiling with Ariadne."You could try inverting the axes," says Arthur. "For example, say that the entire visual field is occupied by skyscrapers, and you loop the vertical space back on itself.""But that would cause enormous problems with egress," says Ariadne. "You'd get on an elevator and never be able to get out."In the entire world, only Arthur and Ariadne would find any of this remotely interesting. Eames lets their voices wash over him, concentrating instead on the stretch of Arthur's pants across his ass. He's wearing charcoal today, a dark grey-brown that verges on black and clings to his hips like sin. He shifts, the fabric shifts with him, and Eames' mouth goes dry.Arthur gestures at something in the far corner of Ariadne's blueprints, and he bends over the desk, much further and much more languidly than is necessary. Oh, Christ, thinks Eames, he has got to be doing this on purpose. He can't tear his eyes away from the sight of Arthur's ass on display like that, held out in the air, and the thought of the vibrator plugging that perfect ass is almost too much to handle.Two can play at that game. Eames sneaks a hand into his pocket and finds the remote control, switching the setting to "on" with a flick of his finger. It's only a brief moment before he turns it off again, but the damage is done. Arthur's knuckles go white where he grips the edge of the desk, and even through layers of fabric, Eames is pretty sure he sees Arthur's ass quiver and tighten around the vibrator."Are you all right, Arthur?" asks Ariadne. "You're all red.""It's just-- a little hot in here," says Arthur. There's definitely a tremor in his voice, something barely noticeable, but it hints at slipping control. Eames grins."Wait, I've got it," exclaims Ariadne. "I could link the inside of the building to the outside and hide the seam with a penthouse! It's Belvedere! Of course!""Outstanding, Ari," says Eames, and claps.NOON.Cobb thinks they all need some fresh air, so they decide to find a nice quiet cafe instead of ordering Chinese. Saito won't go anywhere with auto traffic running right outside the door. Ariadne won't settle for weak coffee. Yusuf prefers a large dessert selection."Something light," says Arthur. "Go on ahead. I need to talk to Eames about our target's work relationships."Now he's the one that falls back, into step with Eames."Hello, darling," says Eames. "How are you on this fine day?""That wasn't part of our deal," hisses Arthur. "You just said I had to keep it in. There was no agreement about turning it on.""It's a vibrator," says Eames. "Turning it on is kind of the point.""I was talking to Ariadne," says Arthur."I know," says Eames. "I was watching. Disappointed I couldn't see your face, though.""What if she notices?" demands Arthur. "Eames, what if any one of them notices? How do I even begin to explain this?""Lighten up," says Eames-- and on a whim, he pulls back his hand and gives Arthur's ass a solid smack.He has excellent whims. Arthur's eyes widen, a small gasp slips from parted lips, and he stops in place again with his hands clenched into fists. The rest of the team turns quizzically to look."Was that a slapping sound?" asks Yusuf."Where?" asks Arthur, and adds under his breath, "Eames, you morally bankrupt piece of shit."1PM.The strain is taking its toll on Arthur. It doesn't show to the casual observer, and everyone else is busy with their own plans and experiments, but Eames can tell that Arthur's entire body is being pushed to its absolute limit. Case in point; Arthur is minimizing all movement, curled up on a sofa and flipping through a stack of papers. He keeps returning to pages he's read before, and whenever he tries to change his posture, he hesitates, then gives up.Oh, Arthur. So stubborn and so beautiful. Eames doesn't know why Arthur had taken him up on his offer at all, when it's obvious how responsive that pale body is, how weak to pleasure. Going a whole day must be close to torture, and every inch of Arthur's skin must be begging to be touched. Eames thinks of hardened nipples visible through thin dress shirts, and laments Arthur's fondness for three-piece suits.The team gathers around the table, Cobb with his back turned, hovering over Ariadne's model of Washington as a labyrinth. Arthur has a faraway look in his eyes. Eames feels wicked, and when Arthur reaches out to examine a twisting paper building, he grabs him around the wrist, running a quick thumb over his racing pulse."Careful with that," says Eames."Don't touch me," snaps Arthur, snatching his hand back hastily."Hey," says Eames, and holds his hands up, palms outward in innocence. "Look, love, you need to relax. Who put the stick up your ass?"Arthur opens his mouth, closes it, and turns brilliantly, fantastically red."I mean, I know I'm an ass," continues Eames, trying very hard to conceal his glee. "That's just the way I am. I'm an asshole. But you-- well, you can be such a tight-ass sometimes--""Eames," groans Arthur. It's supposed to be a reprimand but undeniable arousal creeps into the word, into the way he says his name, trailing off into sibilant seduction like honey to his ears. Eames feels his cock twitch. But he can't resist a final jab."Is that my phone ringing?" he says, cupping his ear. "Hard to tell. It's on vibrate."2PM."My phone, it's on vibrate," says Arthur, quiet in an otherwise deserted corner of the warehouse. "Honestly.""In my defense, there aren't a whole lot of ways you can use that word," says Eames. "How are you holding up, anyway? Still think it's doable?""That hotel suite is mine," says Arthur. His eyes are bright. Never likes to lose, thinks Eames. That's always Arthur's problem."Only a couple more hours left to go," says Eames."But seriously, you can't touch me," says Arthur. "That's cheating. It was a bet, but you didn't say you'd be trying to sabotage me the whole way through.""I want you to win, Arthur," says Eames. "I also would love the opportunity to fuck in an extremely posh environment. But you have to understand--"Eames moves in closer, putting his mouth to the edge of Arthur's ear, and murmurs,"--it is very, very hard for me to keep my hands off of you."The stacks of boxes all around them provide some cover. Eames takes the opportunity to steal a kiss, running the tip of his tongue along the top of Arthur's mouth, tasting the sigh that floats from Arthur's throat. It's Arthur that breaks the kiss first, his hands fisted in Eames' shirt, panting shallowly. His eyes flutter closed, a pretty flush staining his cheeks. He leans his head against the wall."God, I'm dizzy," says Arthur. "Can I-- am I allowed to go jerk off in the bathroom?""Of course not," says Eames. "But that's a great idea. Excuse me."3PM.It's getting to be almost as difficult for Eames as it is for Arthur. Eames sits on his lawn chair and ponders his next course of action. He's already gone and rubbed one out, thoughts of Arthur, Arthur, Arthur running through his mind, Arthur bent over every available surface, Arthur in the privacy of a stall sliding the slick vibrator into himself, Arthur undone and sprawled across a hotel bed.But when he washes his hands and walks out, Arthur is there in real life, meticulously dressed and professional as always but everything about him is screaming fuck me out of my mind, Eames, tear this suit off me and fuck me straight into next Tuesday. The slight tremble in his long, graceful fingers. The indolent sway of his walk, so unlike his usual brisk business gait. The way he pauses in the middle of talking (to Cobb, to Saito, to Yusuf, to Ariadne, because he can't talk to Eames or he'd lose it altogether) to bite down on his bottom lip, the skin there momentarily paling, as he fights to keep down the noises that threaten to bubble out of him.That mouth, thinks Eames. The blood rushes back to his lip when he lets go, and like in slow motion Eames watches him lick it wet, pink tongue darting out, and if it goes on like this Eames is going to have to take another trip to the bathroom.As if on cue, Arthur says, "Excuse me, restroom break," and starts heading out."You better not be doing what I think you might be doing," says Eames."I don't know what you're talking about," says Arthur. "I'm just going to splash some water on my face. It's hot in here."Just when Arthur is passing in front of him, Eames switches the vibrator on. Caught off guard, Arthur's knees buckle at the sudden stimulation, and he falls into Eames' arms, crumpling like paper. With one hand on Arthur's ass Eames can feel the movement of the vibrator inside him, and Arthur moans, broken and sweet, arching his back into the touch unconsciously. "Arthur," shouts Ariadne. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? You've been acting pretty strange.""He'll be okay," Eames shouts back. "Just overworked.""I'm fine," says Arthur, stumbling upright. He is a rather bad actor, especially when he is too flustered to think straight. Eames thinks that probably no one is fooled.4PM.Arthur gets the rest of the day off, though there's only an hour left. He spends it lying on his stomach on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing uneven. Eames watches him intently. From time to time he catches a shudder running through Arthur's body that makes Arthur knit his brows and bite his lip, hips tilting into the cushions.One by one the team begins to leave. They glance in Arthur's direction worriedly as they say goodbye. Saito is the last to go, and as he checks for any stray belongings, he looks at Eames and mimes flipping a switch."Don't overdo it," he says, and walks out the door.Saito is such an adult, thinks Eames, impressed.The warehouse is empty now, only one dim light casting shadows across the floor. Eames sits down on the couch at Arthur's feet."By the way," says Arthur, "I hate you."Instead of an answer Eames leans over and places a hand on Arthur's waist, slowly trailing lower, over the curve of his ass, down the inside of his thigh, coming to rest just above the back of his knee. Arthur jerks almost violently, moaning into the couch, fingers digging into the leather."How about that hotel?" asks Eames."Yes, that hotel, we're going," gasps Arthur. "Not today-- right now, just-- fuck me, fuck me now."5PM.Arthur lifts his hips as Eames undoes his belt for him, his fly, tugging his pants and boxers down to bare his ass."Congratulations," says Eames.Arthur mutters something inaudible and hurriedly reaches behind him, and as Eames watches, he pushes two slender fingers into himself, and god, his moaning, it's all going straight to Eames' cock. Arthur somehow manages to guide the vibrator out, slippery and warm, and the excess lubricant drips down onto his thigh, leaving rivulets of liquid across skin."Are you going to fuck me or aren't you," says Arthur, turning his head to glare.There's really no question about that. Eames undoes his own pants and frees his cock, almost painfully hard, and positions himself. Arthur yields easy beneath him, pliant after hours of being otherwise occupied with the vibrator, and he's hotter inside than he's ever been. It feels like they're melting where they meet. Eames grabs Arthur's hips and pushes himself in, thrusting faster and faster, angling for the right spot, and the sofa is sticky against their skin."God, you're amazing," says Eames, dropping kisses along the dip of Arthur's spine. He sits back against the armrest, and lifts Arthur up until he's kneeling in front of Eames, slick with sweat and fully impaled. His own weight pushes Arthur down and Eames' cock must brush against his prostate, because his ass tightens rhythmically, threatening to squeeze all the come from Eames, and his moaning, his moaning, it's shameless and desperate and it echoes around the empty room.Arthur turns, this time to smile, his hair falling into his face. And he raises himself on his knees and slams back down, gasping, fucking himself on the cock inside him, and Eames is at a loss for words, watching his cock pump in and out of Arthur."Fuck," groans Eames. He fumbles with the buttons on Arthur's waistcoat, his shirt, goddammit why does Arthur have so many buttons, and he wraps his other hand around Arthur's cock. Finally Arthur's shirt slides off, and Eames sinks his teeth into the slope of a shoulder, and Arthur goes rigid before he is coming in spurts all over Eames' hand, and his ass closes in around Eames' cock and moves all around him and he's coming too, fuck, oh sweet Jesus.Lungs burning, Eames catches Arthur just in time as he tips over backward, exhausted."Good idea, or best idea?" he asks Arthur."No," says Arthur weakly. "Just no.""Except totally yes," says Eames."Except-- except no," says Arthur. "We're getting separate rooms at the hotel.""Except totally just the one room," says Eames. "With just the one bed.""Somehow," says Arthur, "you always win these arguments.""It was good for you too, darling," says Eames. "Don't I know it."---from the kink meme
>>52574>>52575I think I have a few ideas. It's on its way.
Just drew this. Idk lol.
>>52578FUCK YES!
>>52581I thought this was going to be crappy when I saw the thumbnail but then I opened it, and it's actually pretty good, and funny. If you cleaned it up a bit this would definitely be a quality piece. That being said, MOAR.
>>52556 In the movie, Mombasa was where Cobb first found Eames. Just sayin'.I do agree with you on the story, though. It was a bit too...I dunno, romantically written?
>>52588I think their point was that Mombasa is not a country. (Also, OBSCURE? Really?) >>52574The video for those who haven't seen it: http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTQyOTI3Mzky.html
>>52574Did you hack into my computer, anon? I'm in the middle of writing something that is not completely different from what you just suggested.
>>52588>>52590this. I like it when writers actually Google shit they don't know so the fic is seamless and not chalk full of pauses where you stop to seriously consider the author's base intelligence level
>>52591Yes, I spend all my time these days hacking into computers in search of Inception fanfiction. I lead a lonely life.In all seriousness, please do finish. Eames/Arthur is awesome and all but I'm curious for some Arthur/Cobb. Especially is surprise sex is involved.
>>52394This is so good! If only the foreshortening was a little more on point...
>>52578holyfuckhot
>>52658I love taco and ally SO MUCH.
>>52658SUDDENLY CANON
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua-sHiPteA8
>>52747Jesus... He is just so...full of energy?Or like he is so awesome he can't sit still for like 5 minutes.He was probably one of those kids that use to climb on top of the house with an umbrella and just jump off. And gave his parents heart attacks.
>>52574http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XMTQyOTI3Mzky.html
>>52772This is brilliance. Utter, utter brilliance.
>>52772I fucking lost it when he was rolling around on the floor giggling like a kid. Sofuckingmoeohmygod.Something small for Arthur/Cobb. A/C seems interesting, and I feel like someone mentioned a subservience kink somewhere along the line.
>Nolan's face when one of his movies has inspired so much faggotry
didn't batman inspire just as much faggotry, though?
>>52801Are you kidding? We still have TDK-verse Joker/Batman fangirls left over from the 2008 rush.
>>52802Still think Mark Hamill did the best Joker. :I
>>52747I can't stop watching this oh my god socute
>>52805yeah best cartoon voice joker OH CHILDHOOD. Not best actor joker though in real life. yarg.
>>52797Oh Tim. How I love your art; let me count the ways.
>>52800This man knew what he was doing. He did it with BB, he did it with TDK and he's doing it again with Inception. Also joining Mark Hamil as best Joker ever bandwagon. If you don't read the Joker in his best you best just walk away.
>>52801Yes, but Batman already had a history of faggotry prior to TDKThis movie just came out, and all of a sudden, gay sex
idk, this is very random. I dunno where the hell I got the idea to draw this, but here it is lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2seAJsrtIbQ
>>52829Yessss Arthur on top is exceeeeeedingly relevant to my interests.
>>52832Every time I think that man can't get anymore adorable, he goes and slaps me in the face with more. I LOVE THAT MAN.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzFMoB7Dsn0The first couple seconds are relevant to our interests. ALSO is it just me or is that a guy who comes by to tousle his hair....
>>52843IT'S SECRETLY JGL.IN WOMEN'S JEANS
>>52578jflwajflwjalfjlwajfe wa i came so hard
I NEED MORE YOUTUBE VIDEOSI LOVE YOU ALL
Fantastic fandom so far, I'd like to say.I'm impressed with the volume of work already.
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1939234
bump
>>52942Sauce because I love this.
>>52904I'm almost a little ashamed to admit how hard I laughed at this. Probably because the audience I saw Inception with reacted to the last scene the same way they would have if Nolan had ended the thing with DiCaprio just shooting a puppy point blank in the face. I thought a riot was going to break out.
>>52957aw bb♥ http://tehbananaluffer.deviantart.com/art/Hush-pet-I-m-reading-174571567
>>52958I saw it at a midnight. at the end the theater was just really quiet for a few seconds and this guy in the back just yells "MOTHER FUCKER" and the whole audience did this kind of laugh groan thing. it was hilarious.
Inspired by this: http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/4946.html?thread=5803090#t5803090
>>52965>>52958Yeah this. I've seen it 4+ times now and EVERY TIME about half the audience literally jumps out of their seats and swears loudly. I admit the first time I saw it I was one of those people too- just stood up and yelled, "FUCK. NOOOO"
not letting this end until i've found a new obsession
>>53018oh my god where is that from?
>>53006I must have gotten two weird audiences then, because both my viewings had an audience that clapped at the ending.On that note, I actually really love the vagueness of the ending.And on a more important note, here's the OST to hopefully inspire more content: http://www.sendspace.com/file/ktr2ml
Fuck yessss ilu momo
>>53072Best so far of him. I'm really disapointed so far with the animation in this thread. Most of it doesn't quite capture Arthur. This one does. Really translates his dimensions well.And also, is it just me or is that JGL's penis?
more importantly, is that crease in tom's pants around the middle of his thigh HIS penis o,o??
>>53073Oh, yeah. That would be a penis.Excuse me. Bunk, and all that.
>>53073Yes. Right there, JGL's right thigh. That's why I posted it aaaaaaaaaall the way up here >>52286 but it appears to have passed unnoticed. Not sure about Tom, though?This thread needs more Arthur/Cobb. Also, if anyone feels so inclined to provide some Saito/Fischer, that too would be amazing.
>>53027LAFFO FOREVER>>53026Ahhhh this is awesomeee>>53094FUCKING CHRIST YES more Dom/Arthur
I am going to go see Inception for the first time in about an hour, thanks to you wonderful people./relevance
>>53094FUCK YES SAITO/FISCHERAll Saito/Fischer kink meme fills: http://delicious.com/inceptionkinkmeme/_fulfilled+Robert%2FSaitomy personal favs: http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/3434.html?thread=3140458#t3140458 (and I don't even have a fucking daddy kink)http://community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/756.html?thread=1329140#t1329140
Another Arthur/Eames rec. This one's very good.http://musical-emjay.livejournal.com/121843.html
Well, pixiv has an Inception tag now, so I guess Japan has caught the fever.Doujinshi imminent.I hope my body can take it
>>53334>>53331Times like these, I really love pixiv.
>>53094THIS. More of this please oh dear sweet jesus.
All this art would be so much better if they actually LOOKED like them.
>>53331Everyone except Yusuf. No love :(>>53324I look forward to the characters becoming utterly unrecognizable.
>>53366You mean even more unrecognizable.
>>53364 >>53367
We're in autosage. New thread, hopefully sans-wankery?
>>53378WOAHH. Really? That was fast. And awesome! Haha, I don't know if I should be intimidated or encouraged by the picky anons. Still, having hardasses in a fandom is kind of a good thing. As long as you're not an easily-butthurt faggot weenie, then it kind of pushes you to work harder and make better fanart/fiction. Inception is probably one of the last fandoms I want shitty fanart of. Just a thought.But yeah, new thread ho!
New thread here!>>53393