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madsmurf93) wrote2011-04-27 12:41 pm
madsmurf93) wrote2011-04-27 12:41 pm
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It just doesn't get enough apperication [BOTTOM!EAMES FEST]
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:
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: 
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
Ariadne/Eames - she fucks him with a strap-on - 2/?
It's only been a few weeks when one day, while they're under, she rounds her cheeks and darkens her skin and curls her hair -- and suddenly she's Yusuf, but with breasts. She can't get the voice right, although she keeps trying, even as they walk through the moors where Eames grew up and she builds skyscrapers that would sink if they existed in the real world.
They cross out of the moors and with one step are in Mordor; Eames shouldn't have stayed up late with her the night before watching The Two Towers. She laughs when he transforms into Arwen, complete with shimmery tears in his eyes.
"Do you think I could do Aragorn?" she asks with a gleam in her eye that is disturbingly similar to the one Yusuf gets sometimes.
"It's hard; you might get stuck in between and not be able to change again," he warns. "We'd have to wake up and then go back under."
She shrugs carelessly. It's one of the things he likes about her -- one of the things he's always liked about Arthur, too. It took her more than a few times, but nowadays she can conjure up a Beretta and shoot herself in the head quicker than anyone, easy as lying.
His brain shorts out when she gets taller and broader. As her face narrows and her hair straightens, Eames loses the scent of sulfur he's always imagined hangs around Mordor; as her clothes slowly change into Aragorn's leathers and sword, he loses Mordor itself, and then they're standing in an empty room, closed windows, too warm. Eames feels like the dumb boy Ariadne accused him of being when he first showed up at her door.
Eames is a thief and a forger and very much a criminal; he's murdered people in cold blood and self-defense both, stolen love and art and thoughts… but he doesn't like to be presumptuous with people he likes, be they friends or colleagues or, on one memorable occasion, the SVR agent attempting to arrest him. He's let her set the pace thus far; he hasn't made a move during any of the many moments between them when it seemed like she wouldn't be averse to moving their flirting along. But Eames said, "I just want to be fucked once by Viggo Mortensen" last night, and Ariadne heard, laughed, made a joke about Aragorn's big sword. And now she's him.
If Eames were less good at reading people, he'd be a mediocre criminal at best; Eames is not a mediocre criminal. Nevertheless, she's still Ariadne, and he wants her to make the first move. He doesn't want to take this from her; he wants it shared freely, an honest kind of stealing.
Ariadne looks around and grins, Viggo Mortensen's eyes crinkling, his tiny teeth gleaming. "This isn't what I was hoping for," she says. Her voice is still her own.
"You're missing a gap," he replies, and is delighted to hear that his voice still sounds even. He motions to where the second gap should be, and she squints while she moves the tooth. "When you get better, you won't go so slowly; just --" Eames blinks, and slips into Arthur's skin and one of the neat dark suits Arthur almost always wears in dreams.
"Nice," she says approvingly. Then she frowns. "I'm missing something else."
Eames raises one of Arthur's eyebrows. "What's that?"
She moves a hand down to her crotch and grabs, shaking where her cock would be. "Damn it." She sighs a little. "I really wanted to be perfect the first time out."
"Didn't you tell me you forgot the first stairs in your first skyscraper?" Eames teases. He lets his own voice slip through into Arthur's throat. "Everyone can't be me, darling."
"Okay, that's really hot," she says, laughing, and then she's herself again, jeans and T-shirt and sloppy hair. Eames stays in Arthur's body, though, while Ariadne creates a tall building with the fire stairs on the outside. It's easier to remember to be himself when he's someone else.
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