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[personal profile] 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 
From: [identity profile] blissbeans.livejournal.com
Prompt: Student Eames bottoming for Professor Arthur. A fill would make me so happy...and the world a better place :)

Or BB!Eames bottoming for badass (possible dream criminal) Arthur. This would blow my world.
From: [identity profile] keelain.livejournal.com
YEeees baby Eames xD

I'm afraid to post pictures of a young Tom Hardy (not that I can find them anymore) he was really skinny!
From: [identity profile] blissbeans.livejournal.com
Okay, so you also believe in BB! Eames. &_&

YAY! I'm so happy by the fact there's great fic by anon and I have a fellow believer. Never be afraid to post pics of TH--it only makes the world a better place. He was really skinny though...

Hmmm...I'll going to do a search for the right pics of BB! Eames and make a post. Now I know you're a fellow BB!E fan it's going to be a squee fest.

What's your sekrit prompt you wish someone would fill?

From: (Anonymous)
"Eames, the semester ended over a week ago."

"I know. I was just wondering if you could look at this paper I'm getting a head start on for a summer course."

Arthur eyes Eames suspiciously. He had attended his office hours reguarly even though he did not need the extra help. He always aced his papers. He'd usually just show up, slide his chair entirely too close to Arthur's and lean in while Arthur explained some methodology or the other that Arthur knew Eames already understood. And the way he'd sit in the front row and lean back with his legs all spread out was just obscene and incredibly distracting while Arthur was trying to teach the students why art history mattered.

"Sure. Hand it over."

He was right to be suspicious. There was a condom paper-clipped to the top of the page.

"What is this, Eames?"

"I'd be seriously concerned if you didn't know what that was, professor."

Arthur sighed. Eames had always been bold and Arthur knew he was going to give in a long time ago. It was basically just a matter of going through the motions of protest at this point.

"You're a student, Eames."

"That's true, but I'm not your student anymore so I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem is that you are still a student and I'm still facualty. Even if you aren't in my class anymore there would be serious ramifications."

"Only if we got caught. And do you really think I'd tell anyone?"

No, Arthur didn't. Arthur knew from the beginning that he wasn't here for blackmail. This kid was horny as hell and he was here for straight up sex and nothing else.

Arthur removed the condom from the stack of paper and held it between two fingers, looking at it before shifting his gaze back to Eames. He was practically shaking with want, and Arthur could definitely relate.

"Guess there's only one thing left to ask then."

"What's that?"

Arthur smirked. In for a penny in for a pound as they say.

"Can you be quiet?"

Eames' pupils darkened and his smile was absolutely devilish.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"
From: (Anonymous)
Two seconds later their mouths were crashing together and they were stumbling over to the small couch Arthur had in his office. Eames shoved Arthur down to a sitting position and crouched on the floor between his legs. He was unzipping Arthur's fly when Arthur stopped him.

"Stop. You didn't come here just to give me a blow job did you? I'd like to do this my way if you don't mind."

Eames swallowed hard.

"Not at all, sir."

Arthur liked the sound of that.

"Good. Pants off and over to the desk, please."

Luckily Arthur kept his desk very clean so there were very few items to remove while Eames got rid of his bottoms. Arthur freed himself from the confines of his own trousers and starting stroking himself hard before turning back to Eames.

"I'm assuming you brought additional supplies as well?"

"Of course. You know I never come to class unprepared."

Eames returned to his pile of discarded clothing and took a small bottle of lube out of a pocket. He made like he was going to start preparing himself when Arthur took the bottle from him.

"I'll do it. Come on."

Arthur took Eames and bent him over his desk, nudging a leg between Eames' and forcing them apart. He poured lube on his fingers and leaned over Eames, nipping his neck and teasing his entrance, but not pressing in.

"This is what you want, right" Arthur whispered in his ear.

"God. For the past 4 months. You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do."

Arthur slipped a finger in and felt Eames squirm. Eames let out a small moan and pressed himself against Arthur. Arthur had never been with someone so greedy for him before. It went straight to his head - sending all his blood to his cock - and before he knew it he had two fingers in and was scissoring Eames open with abandon.

And for his part Eames was soon panting and practically humping the furniture underneath him.

"Fuck - I'm ready. Please, just fuck me."

Arthur couldn't think of any words to say so he just pulled his boxers down a little furthur and ripped open the condom. He put it on as quickly as possible and applied more lube. He was already groaning at even his own touch.

He gripped the sides of the desk to brace himself and slowly pushed into Eames, and Eames took him in like he was missing piece. He soon found a rhythm and closed his eyes, completely absorbed in the feel of Eames’ heat around him and the delicious noises coming out of Eames' mouth.

He shuddered as he came and collapsed on top of Eames. He let himself rest there for a moment before pulling out and discarding the used condom. He then lifted Eames up, turning him around so they were both facing the desk and pulling him close.

"You got precum on my desk."

"Sorry."

"I don't think you're really sorry at all," Arthur said as he wrapped a hand around Eames' cock and starting stroking,"But I'll figuve you." He placed a few bruising kisses along the nape of his neck and held Eames up as he came into his hand.

They cleaned up in silence and Eames was just about to leave when Arthur called to him.

"Eames."

"Yeah?"

"If you'd like, I could look at that paper again sometime. It's a good start, but I think it could be even better."

"You do?"

"Yes."

There was a slight bit of worry in Arthur's voice, like he wasn't quite sure if he had just made a terrible mistake and that Eames wouldn't take him up on his offer. But there was really no need to worry.

"See you in a few days then, professor."

Eames then made a quick exit and could not wipe the smug look off his face as he shouldered his backpack and closed the office door behind him.

The End
From: [identity profile] blissbeans.livejournal.com
I didn't even realize there was a second part. So on one hand, I'm a bit of a failblog, on the other hand--it's like Christmas. Christmas of porn and feelings. And here's my running commentary:

I'd like to do this my way if you don't mind."

Eames swallowed hard.

"Not at all, sir."

Arthur liked the sound of that.


Arthur you pervert :) Also, Eames that's so your public school training adding 'sir' to the end of your sentences and deferring to authority. :)

nudging a leg between Eames' and forcing them apart. He poured lube on his fingers and leaned over Eames, nipping his neck and teasing his entrance

Fans self.

This is what you want, right" Arthur whispered in his ear.

"God. For the past 4 months. You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do.


I love the pro-consent nature of the whole fic and I Love their exchanges.

"You got precum on my desk."

"Sorry."

"I don't think you're really sorry at all," Arthur said as he wrapped a hand around Eames' cock and starting stroking,"But I'll figuve you." He placed a few bruising kisses along the nape of his neck and held Eames up as he came into his hand.


Oh, Arthur's sweet. I really like the kisses and that he's kissing his neck as he comes.

And the ending--Arthur's cover story, the fact they don't reference sex at all, Eames' smug smile. It's all perfect.
From: (Anonymous)
\o/ \o/ \o/

Thank you so much! I am thrilled that you liked it! And your running commentary has absolutely made my day. <3

PS I'm sure Eames was very careful not to rip the condom when using the paper clip. ^_^
From: [identity profile] blissbeans.livejournal.com
Yay! I'm glad. This fic made my day. Anon, if we're not friends already, friend me or better yet message me. This is all part of my not-so-sekrit plan to induce you to write more BB!Eames.

I mean, does Eames ever become a TA? What about staying after class in the classroom? Or the provost's office? Library stacks maybe?

And what about when the feelings start to come? Omg, anon, don't abandon me now. There are so many possibilities. (I feel like the coke dealer of BB! Eames, but it's such a good drug).

And do you mind if I rec this on my journal?
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you again, and of course I don't mind if you rec it!

I really should not sign up for more though.

But

O_O

~FEELINGS~

You tempt me so.

PS I am about to send you a message as well!
From: [identity profile] blissbeans.livejournal.com
:D

Smart Eames is my favorite. And when Arthur acknowledges Eames is smart and is completely onto him, it's a beautiful thing.

"And the way he'd sit in the front row and lean back with his legs all spread out was just obscene and incredibly distracting while Arthur was trying to teach the students why art history mattered."

Oh Arthur and his little art history heart, bless him. And the image of Student! Eames with his legs spread out--AAAHHHHH!!!! Omg, I bet he had a pair of pants/jeans specially picked out to torment Arthur. A little preview of everything he's missing.
Oh, and distracted Arthur---squeeee, swoons. I'm loving it.

""Sure. Hand it over."

He was right to be suspicious. There was a condom paper-clipped to the top of the page.

"What is this, Eames?""

HAHAHA! Okay, so Eames gets no points for subtlety. This is hilarious. He used a paper-clip. So many reasons for lols. But really Arthur, from the time you ask the obvious question instead of escorting him silently out of your office, you have already admitted defeat. Hmm....from the week you began staring between his legs in class you admitted defeat. Don't think other people didn't notice it. I'm pretty sure neither you nor Eames is that slick.

"Arthur sighed. Eames had always been bold and Arthur knew he was going to give in a long time ago. It was basically just a matter of going through the motions of protest at this point."

Happy sigh. Glad everyone's on board and has time to think about this.

"do you really think I'd tell anyone?"

Melted. I'm going to take this as the declaration of love/sex-fueled obsession it's meant to be.

"He was practically shaking with want, and Arthur could definitely relate."

Oh BB! Eames, Arthur's going to take you in hand. I'm going to take that shaking as inexperience, for all his boldness. In my perverted little canon Arthur's about to be his first.

"Arthur smirked. In for a penny in for a pound as they say."

Oh my life, smirking Arthur= in control, kind of cavalier, take charge, you're going to follow my instructions and let me do whatever I want to you Arthur, and that's my favorite kind.

"Can you be quiet?" / "Why don't you find out for yourself?

Yes, yes, and a thousand times yes. Perfect dynamic. THANK YOU!!!!!
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