It just doesn't get enough apperication [BOTTOM!EAMES FEST]

[madsmurf93]

 Hello Darlings,

This is Eames:


Not many people know much about Eames except for one thing...and it is very important.

It is his arse and this is his arse:




This is also his arse:




SEE IT MOVE!

AND MOVE SOME MORE:

AND SEE SOME MORE LOVELY ARSE:

 

ISN'T IT LUSH AND BOTTOMABLE?

You see, Eames is no top (sure those Bottom!Arthur fics will tell you otherwise) but instead he is a begging and slutty bottom for everyone and especially Arthur (ESPECIALLY ARTHUR!) Just in case you are wondering this is Arthur:

 

 

In conclusion, Eames is a slutty bottom for every male in the fandom and this is your chance to prompt that and fic it and graphics it, draw it and fanvid it and just do everything to it because EVERYONE NEEDS TO APPRECIATE BOTTOM!EAMES because, really, he is a delightful thing.

 

Arse pics courtesy of google and Bina <33 Mostly from Bina since Bina is a goddess amongst mortals - just saying.

 

NOW! GO WRITE, VID, GRAPHIC, DRAW AND PROMPT BOTTOM!EAMES WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE!!

 

Loves Maddie <3 

Comments

Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.

[gelbwax.livejournal.com]

GLAD TO OBLIGE <3

Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.

[gelbwax.livejournal.com]

THANKS NONNY <3

Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.

[gelbwax.livejournal.com]

AGREED. <3

Arthur/Eames: post-fuck finger/comeplay/dirty talk

[unvarnishedtale.livejournal.com]

The shower stall wasn't really big enough for two people, but then again, they didn't really need a lot of room. Arthur pressed Eames back against the tiled wall and ran soapy hands over the muscled contours of Eames's body. Eames moaned and arched into the touch. Their fucking earlier had left a slick mess of come and lube that slowly trickled down his legs and swirled with the water down the drain. He pressed his face into Arthur's neck as sudsy fingers stroked between his arse cheeks and teased his sensitive opening. Arthur gently pushed one finger inside.

"Christ..." Eames murmured, lost in bliss. Arthur's other soap-slick hand worked Eames's prick, his pace lazy but unrelenting. That first finger was joined by a second, and they worked in and out, matching the rhythm of Arthur's other hand.

"I love doing this to you," Arthur whispered in his ear. "Have you any idea how fucking good it feels? You're all sloppy and open from being fucked, from having my dick inside you..."

Eames groaned, grateful for the support of the wall and Arthur's shoulder, because he was dizzy with steam and arousal; too sensitive and he'd got hard again too soon, but Arthur...

"Oh, you love that, don't you? The thought of my big, hard dick filling you up..." He squeezed Eames's prick as he said this, and pushed his fingers deep.

"Fuck!" Eames gasped, "I can't...please, I can't, it's too..."

"Sure you can," Arthur said, his voice so quiet under the hiss of the water, but it spoke to Eames's bones, his heart and blood, and he couldn't resist it, never could. "Look how hard you are already, you're so fucking greedy, look." And Eames had to look, rested his forehead on Arthur's shoulder and looked down at Arthur's long, clever fingers holding his prick like something precious, watched the slide of his foreskin over the swollen head of his cock, and the way Arthur's hand convulsed around it.

"You can take another finger, can't you?" Arthur asked, and it wasn't really a question, and it didn't matter that Eames shook his head because Arthur pushed a third finger into him anyway.

"You're such a fucking mess," Arthur said, biting his earlobe. "I'm going to fuck you again, fill you up with come and next time I won't clean you up. You're going to sleep all night with my mess inside you so when I roll you over and fuck you in the morning you'll still be wet and I'll just slide right in, so fucking easy..."

"Jesus, I can't...Arthur..."

"Yes you can."

Arthur won, and when Eames came it was small and sharp and hard-edged, a weak pulse of milky come that washed quickly down the drain. Arthur made a satisfied noise and let his fingers slip from Eames's arse. He rinsed Eames off carefully, towelled him dry and dragged him back to the bedroom with a hand clenched in his hair.

Arthur made good on his promise, but then Arthur always did; it's one of the things Eames loved best about him.

[(Anonymous)]

Can I prompt non-AU hatesex?

Dirty awful hatesex between Arthur and Eames:
1. argument over something - Cobb, probably.
2. escalates to violence
3. arthur pins eames to something
4. sex ensues.

[knowmydark.livejournal.com]

Oh my God - yessssssssssssss. Hatesex is such a weakness of mine.

[(Anonymous)]

god me too.

hatesex that begins and ends in hate. want so muchhh :(

[knowmydark.livejournal.com]

Rough and gritty and dark and lots of hair-pulling and shoving against walls. WHY HAS THIS NOT HAPPENED YET. I am a sad panda. :(

[(Anonymous)]

EMBARRASSING YUSUF/EAMES PROMPT:

You see those bottles? In http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9br9kADm74/TFRSB0fgW9I/AAAAAAAAIfs/E5LrSPMj1ag/s1600/inception_84.jpg this picture.

Eames like them inside of him.
He likes it when they're thick and slick and smooth all over.
He likes that if he squeezes too tight they might break.
And then he'll have a bloody glassy mess inside of him.
So he doesn't break them.

Yusuf likes to push him to the edge, though.

[(Anonymous)]

lot of rough hands slapping red flushed cheeks. long scratches down the back and sides and tears down pressed suits. salty skin and spit and slowly bruising thighs. eames puts up a fight and it shows, but when he finally relents Arthur doesn't let him forget who's boss.

AMIRITE. AMIRITE AMIRITE??
/mopes with you. :(

Re: Arthur/Eames: post-fuck finger/comeplay/dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

YESSSSS

[seraphinhunter.livejournal.com]

ALKSDJFALSKDFJ!
I need this so much. SO MUCH. JFC, and when Arthur is done with him he sneers at Eames before he leaves and says "You mustn't be afraid to hate a little bigger, darling." "Next time you insult Cobb keep in mind that your ass is going to pay for it."

Or something.

[(Anonymous)]

Originally drawn for a friend's request, but her prompt fit yours to the T, so I figure it wouldn't hurt to post it here.


(NSFW)

Because how can I not contribute to a bottom!eames fest?

[blue-jack.livejournal.com]

Warnings: kind of the big cock trope, but not really, language, sex (obviously), very short

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"Oh fuck," Eames whispered, or at least, he tried to, wanted to, but he couldn't hear himself over the rush of blood in his ears, wasn't sure if he was even able to string two words together at that point.

It wasn't that Arthur was that big, although it felt like it, felt like he was huge. Immense. But it had been a long time since Eames had bottomed (not that he'd informed Arthur of that fact; not that Arthur had asked) and they'd both been in too much of a hurry to spend all the time on preparation that he'd probably required.

He couldn't honestly say he regretted it, however.

"Fuck, you're tight," Arthur murmured, rolling his hips, pulling back a fraction in order to press back inside with slightly more force, the burn increasing with each centimeter gained.

Eames didn't respond, let his forehead press into the pillow and panted shallowly, his fingers wrapping around the edges of the pillowcase in a need to hold onto something. The slow entry was torture, too much and too little, and he could feel his body stretching, sullenly parting to make way for Arthur's advance as pain tinged the darkness behind his closed eyes red. It didn't stop the undercurrent of pleasure from making his cock twitch against his thigh, however, from pulling a breathy moan out of his throat as Arthur rocked against his prostate as he attempted to get deeper. He almost wished Arthur would just get it over with, would shove the rest of his cock in so Eames could get used to it and start to recover somehow. But he also hated the thought of anything hastening the end, of losing even one second of the feel of Arthur's hands and body against him, so he didn't say anything, just bit his lip and suffered through every excruciating moment, the desire for more rising up inside of him, relentless and cruel.

"Relax," Arthur breathed, his hands brushing over Eames' sides and back as he kept up that gentle rocking with his hips, Eames' eyelids fluttering with each spasm of pleasure. Arthur reached around to cup Eames' testicles and rub the skin just behind it, supporting his weight with his other hand against the mattress, and he bent his head to lick a hot trail up Eames' back as he continued to grind against him. Arthur's consideration had the opposite reaction from what he'd hoped for, however, Eames clenching down on Arthur's cock as if his body didn't know what to do with the overload of sensations. They both moaned then, Arthur's body jerking from the sudden increase in pressure, his cock forcing its way past the resistance for another few centimeters.

Eames groaned hoarsely, head swimming, everything flashing hot and liquid as he found himself pushing backward in an effort to draw Arthur in even further, and he forgot his earlier plan to take things at Arthur's pace, wanted Arthur to fuck him open, until he was loose and each thrust was easy and wet and obscene.

"Don't stop," he gasped, reached behind him and grabbed Arthur's thigh to keep him close. "Shit, don't stop."

Arthur straightened, dug his fingers into Eames' hips, pulling them up higher until Eames' back curved like a bow and his legs were trembling with tension. "I don't intend to."

Re: Arthur/Eames: post-fuck finger/comeplay/dirty talk

[(Anonymous)]

:O Arthur, you dirty bastard! (I approve.)

Re: Because how can I not contribute to a bottom!eames fest?

[unvarnishedtale.livejournal.com]

FFFFFFFFFFFFF...OH GOD YES.

[(Anonymous)]

LOL hate a little bigger, darling ;)

and maybe it starts with this: Eames tries to convince Arthur that Cobb is crazy and somehow it dissolves in Eames saying, "You're just Cobb's dog, aren't you, Arthur? A faithful dog so busy lapping at his heels that you can't see that your master's leading you to the slaughterhouse." And Arthur doesn't really know how to respond to that, so he lets his legs do the talking and roundhouse kicks Eames off his feet, eyes following Eames to the ground as Eames trips over lawn chairs and falls on an open can of coke with a painful crush.

"What did you say?" Arthur warns, brows furrowed and fists clenched.

"I said," Eames gasps, "I said you're no better than an asskissing groupie."

Maybe it starts like this? MAYBE?

Re: just a short thing :)

[got-quiet.livejournal.com]

Mmm powerbottom!Eames. I love how nonchalant he is about the whole thing.

Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.

[(Anonymous)]

hot like burning!

(also hilarious: Old Quebec! uphill both ways! SO TRUE)

Re: Part 2/2? Shower sex.

[bauble]

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Re: just a short thing :)

[bauble]

Mmmm, I love how in control of things Eames is there. Riding Arthur like Eames likes it :) Hot!

[bauble]

OMG that is awesome and so hot! I love it! <333333333

[knowmydark.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, YES. asdfandfhuakfd!! I can't even, this is ridiculous, I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. Because they've had this moment coming for months now, all these little cracks appearing and after a while it isn't even about Cobb any more, it's just months and months of UST and anger and everything getting dumped out in one crazy furious I HATE THE FACT THAT I WANT TO FUCK YOU moment.

minifill

[got-quiet.livejournal.com]

I couldn't resist, but I don't have the time to finish it and I'm bad at the porn parts. Someone else should take up to the torch imo.

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They were safe for now, relatively. Their pursuers were off the scent and it was unlikely that anyone would stumble upon them in a random shed, which meant it was time for the bickering to begin.

"Who told you Maichak could be trusted again?" huffed Arthur as he bent over, hands on his knees, to recover his breath.

"Oh no, don't put this on me," huffed back Eames, who had found a wall to hold him up and was sagging against it. "You were supposed to check his background thoroughly."

Arthur stilled. Score one for Eames. Time to press the advantage. Pushing off the wall, he leaned over Arthur and said, smooth as you please, "I'm starting to think Cobb carried you."

Arthur stood up so quickly he almost headbutt Eames in the nose, and Eames hadn't finished congratulating himself on his reflexes before he was being shoved into a tool shelf. Something sharp dug into his side as the whole fixture rattled behind him. Arthur had him by the collar. They were pressed in tight together, and the contact would have been more than pleasant if it weren't for the furious look on Arthur's face.

"Struck a nerve, darling?"

"I should have let Maichak shoot you."

"Don't torture yourself with regrets on my account."

Arthur gave Eames a little shove and Eames winced as whatever it was sticking his back dug in deeper. The adrenalin from the chase was still pumping in his veins, and the fight in Arthur's eyes was riling up something deep and carnal inside him, so he grinned, coy, licking his lips and letting his eyelashes flutter in the way that would make Arthur shift in his chair. Arthur narrowed his eyes.

"Admit it, you'd miss me." He leaned forward as far as Arthur would let him, until their noses were almost touching. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if I were gone."

Arthur's lips curled into a smirk. "I'd start believing in a benevolent God again, for one."

There was a pause, silent besides the muffled traffic outside and the steady pulse of blood rushing in their ears. Both men stared each other down, still breathing heavy from the chase, mutual animosity feeding into something deeper.

Eames wasn't sure who moved first, but in an instant the peace was shattered and they were grappling. Eames was strong, but Arthur was fast, faster than he had anticpated, and a sudden shift in gravity sent Eames face first into the shed floor. Saw dust and the smell of gasoline flew up his nose, and the cement rubbed his cheek raw as Arthur pressed him into it.

"Someone needs to teach you some humility."

Eames made a show of struggle for a moment before relaxing. Arthur took the bluff and Eames felt the grip on his neck loosen just enough from him to twist out and catch Arthur's leg. He tried to roll Arthur into a joint lock, but Arthur was like water in Eames hands, slipping out and pulling away before Eames could get a proper grip, and he wasn't off the floor two seconds before Arthur had him pinned again.

Eames was exhausted. He had already sprinted a good two miles, his legs were aching, and he was choking on sawdust. But hell if he was going to let Arthur win. That uptight little bastard would never let him hear the end of it. He tested Arthur's grip. His hands were held tight against his back, and Arthur had the advantage of leverage.

"Uh uh, Mr. Eames. You're not getting up until you apologize."

"Like hell..."

Eames squirmed and bucked out of pure frustration. Arthur wasn't stupid enough to let it phase him, but as Eames tried to pick himself up Arthur was forced to shift, and that's when Eames noticed it.

Arthur was hard. His erection was pressing into Eames' bum, and when Eames bucked up against it he was rewarded with a grunt. Turning himself as best he could to look back at Arthur, Eames shot the other man a smirk.

"Enjoying yourself up there?"

Arthur leaned in and pushed his hips forward, wiping the smirk clean off Eames' face.

"You have no idea."

Fuck. There was a new sort of desperation building up inside of Eames, and it had nothing to do with coming on top of their little spat.

"Arthur..." Eames growled out.

"What?"

"Fuck me."

Re: EVERYONE YOU SAY??? (Fill: currently untitled Office Porn 2/3)

[knowmydark.livejournal.com]

!!!!! Yessss. ♥ Cannot wait for the final part!