inception | Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest

Hello Inception fandom! It's time to celebrate all those ships that don't get nearly enough love.

♥ Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest ♥

For the purposes of this fest, a rare ship is defined as anything other than Arthur/Eames. All threesomes/moresomes involving Inception characters are also welcome.

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CREATING: Browse the prompts to see what inspires you, but feel free to create something for your favorite rare ship without waiting for a prompt. Multiple fills for a prompt are encouraged. The goal of this fest is to increase the number of rare ship fanworks across the fandom, so the more fills, the merrier :D

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Arthur sits back on his ankles and pushes in slowly, his fingers digging into the soft skin behind Roberts knees. The slide of Arthur’s bare cock into his body causes a long groan to escape Robert’s lips. He reaches one arm back to grip the headboard and wraps the other around Eames’ shoulders.

Eames runs his knuckles up and down Robert’s ribs, and his eyes dart back and forth between Robert’s face and Arthur’s hips.

Arthur gasps when he bottoms out, and his head hangs down between his shoulders for a moment before he looks up and into Robert’s eyes. He undulates his hips for a few beats before pulling out and sliding back in slowly. He takes his time; Arthur always does. Perfect for a lazy, morning-after fuck. He slides his hands up Robert’s calves, brings his ankle to his mouth to kiss it. He groans, “Fuck. You feel so good baby, always so tight for us.”

Eames reaches down to wrap his hand around Robert’s cock, and Robert stops him. “Not yet,” he breathes. The words pushed out of him by Arthur’s hips. “Not yet.”

Eames groans and leans down the press a trail of sucking kisses down Robert’s throat, his chest. He makes a detour to bite his nipple and his pectoral just above his armpit before running his lips down Robert’s ribcage toward his belly. Once he gets there, he lays his hand on the expanse of skin just below his bellybutton and pushes gently.

At the same time, Arthur cants his hips up, and his cock rubs against Robert’s prostate. “Oh fuck,” Robert cries out, and his back arches. He buries his hands in his hair, clenching at the roots in order to keep himself from touching his cock. He could come just from this, Arthur and Eames fucking and rubbing him in a perfect rhythm.

He forces himself to keep his eyes open and watch them. Arthur’s brow furrowed in concentration, his biceps and his abs clenching as he speeds up his thrusts. Eames gets up on his knees and begins to fist his cock with his free hand. He looks down at Arthur’s cock sliding in and out of Robert’s hole and licks his lips.

Arthur is panting heavily and his eyes are beginning to cloud over. He’s close already. Robert is about ask Eames for his hand when Eames buries his fingers in Arthur’s hair and pulls him in for a kiss. Arthur groans and drops one of Robert’s legs to wrap an arm around Eames’ torso and grab his ass.

The movement changes the angle of Arthur’s thrusts, and Robert yelps when Arthur pulls the back of his thigh against his chest and his cock slides deeper into Robert’s body.

Robert whimpers, “Eames.”

Eames pulls away from Arthur’s mouth and looks down at Robert, his face flushed and his eyelids heavy, his fist flying over his cock. “Robbie,” he breathes.

“Touch me. Eames, please. Please, I’m gonna come.”

Eames growls and bends down to kiss Robert fiercely. He strokes Robert’s cock rapidly, hand wet with his own precome. Robert wraps his arms around Eames’ neck and digs his nails into his shoulders as a spike of heat shoots down his spine and his balls tighten. He thrusts back onto Arthur’s cock and forward into Eames’ fist and wails, “Eames. Fuck. Arthur,” as he comes, spilling all over his chest and Eames’ fingers.

Arthur gasps and falls forward, one palm landing on the mattress beside Robert and the other on Eames back as he thrusts deeply into Robert and comes. Robert shudders and sighs when he feels Arthur spill inside of him.

Eames trails his fingers through the come on Robert’s stomach and uses it to slick his own cock. Robert places his hand over Eames’ and follows his strokes. He presses small kisses to Eames forehead, his jaw, his lips and swipes his thumb over the head of Eames cock at random intervals until Eames groans, “Fuck,” and comes, his seed mixing with Robert’s on his stomach.

Eames collapses and Arthur follows, their bodies bracketing Robert. They lay there, eyes closed and panting heavily as Robert hums happily presses kisses to both their lips. He jumps up off the bed and walks to the bathroom to clean himself up and grab a wet towel for his lovers. “So,” he says over his shoulder, “who’s making breakfast?”

Arthur and Eames groan and say at the same time, “He is.”

*__________________* AHGDKJLHG;JGDKLA;GGD;DAJFDLFAJDE;FJA;LJ

OKAY WHERE DO I START.

“Remorseful. Unclean.” Robert pauses to take stock of his body below the waist. “Surprisingly horny.”

Love this. XD Completely encompasses the morning-after feelings.

Eames saunters out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth and scratching his belly. He grins when he sees them and says around a mouthful of foam, “How can I be of service?”

Oh my gosh, I could SEE this in my head, especially with a scruffy!THard. (The mental image was, as is customary with THard, much hotter than it should have been.)

And I am not even going to MENTION the smoking hot porn because I would simply quote the whole thing, SO I will end with my absolute favorite line of this:

“So,” he says over his shoulder, “who’s making breakfast?”

Arthur and Eames groan and say at the same time, “He is.”

SO DOMESTIC, MORNING POST-SEX BITCHY. I love it, and I love YOUUUUU~~~ Thanks so much bb!

Robert needs his breakfast so that he can keep up his strength and keep his boys living in the style to which they've become accustomed!

THANK YOU FOR SUCH A LOVELY COMMENT BB!! I am so happy that you enjoyed it!! (Also, I think that Eames walking out of the bathroom while brushing his teeth was my favorite thing that I wrote in this story XD)

I LOVE YOU!! <3 <3 <3

This. Exactly this.

:D :D :D

Thanks for reading bb!! <3 <3 <3

Hooooooly fuck. That was hot, omg. I'll just. Sorry, can't. That's enough of a comment, yeah? 'Cause I gotta be over here. By myself. *__*

FNDJLNFJDSNF!!! Oh baby I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! This is indeed enough of a comment!! :D MORE THAN ENOUGH. *clutches to bosom* <3

Inception Fandom Rare Ship Fest

FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 4/5

FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5

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Re: FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5

Re: FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5

Re: FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5

Re: FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5

Re: FILL! Arthur/Fischer/Eames, loving threesome, 5/5