Inception Kink Fest

[cherrybina]

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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[anonymous]

Okay, so, as a twist on the jailbait AUs, how about if Arthur is one of those super child geniuses that graduates college at twelve or whatever, but instead of going the Doogie Howser route, he becomes a professor. So, by the time he's sixteen, he's got a few years under his belt, is up to tenure, and is feeling pretty confident.

Then Eames enrolls in his class.

IDK if this works for anyone else, but it's jailbait and authority figures all mixed up into awesome. Or at least it hits my buttons. Anyone else?

[fae_boleyn]

I don't even like most jailbait/underage fic, but this, I want it.

[photoclerk]

JKFHALDSFALJLWAF WHAT EVEN IS THIS HOW DO I WANT IT THIS BADLY AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!
*pleads with you all*

[i_m_pk]

never ever ever enough jailbait

[anonymous]

OMG yesssssss

[epistolic]

Oh my God, wow, WANT.

Fill 1/?

[anonymous]

Arthur's only been teaching a small seminar this semester, a 3-unit course called Science in Popular Culture. It's a fluff class, something that both he and the students know, but it leaves enough time to devote evenings and nights in the lab for expanding his research

Fill 2/?

[anonymous]

Arthur blinks; he's developed a knee-jerk reaction to anything that might seem mocking in the slightest, but Eames's tone is more of commiseration than anything else. "Well, if you're sure," Eames says, relaxing a bit in the chair

Fill 3/?

[anonymous]

"It's getting late, you were right," Arthur begins, pooling together a pile of papers and shoving them inside his satchel. He has no idea what he just grabbed, but continues to move things around and rises as if he's getting ready to leave. "I really should get going. You reminded me of how much work I actually have to do

Fill 4/?

[anonymous]

"I may be a teenager, but you said it yourself: you're the one sitting there for hours every week, listening to me, watching me, and I'm the one telling you what to do," Arthur says in a rush of words, almost too quickly, but his voice is steady -- or, as steady as it can get when he feels like he's going to come in his fucking pants any second. "I'm the one correcting you, telling you what you're doing wrong, I'm the one teaching you what you need to know.

"I'm the one in control," he reiterates, "and you're the one trying to please me. So show me some respect."

Re: Fill 4/?

[anonymous]

Oh my god, authoranon. OP loveloveloves this. *__*
This is exactly the strangely amazing dynamic I was looking for. You've captured it perfectly. I love the tension and the pushpull that's going on.

I hope you'll be continuing it, y/y? :D

Re: Fill 4/?

[tourdefierce]

This fic is doing something to my loins.

Re: Fill 4/?

[eaconwell]

*flails and paces* there should be SO much more of this @.@

Re: Fill 4/?

[photoclerk]

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HI I LOVE YOU

Fill 5/?

[anonymous]

Eames doesn't take his eyes off Arthur's, but he swallows noticeably

Re: Fill 5/?

[foxxcub]

JFC, anon, I could sing you choruses for this.