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INCEPTION KINK MEME

(I'm excited. Are you excited?)

Rules are simple!

Most importantly: be civil and respectful to each other. There will be no abuse, no condemning of kinks, none of that 'shaming' crap. That is absolutely unacceptable, and I will watch for that. (If I miss something, PM as soon as you see.)

Anonymously post whatever configuration of characters (or characters and inanimate objects, etc) as you like, coupled with a kink. THIS IS IMPORTANT. I don't want to be a jerk and start laying down the law on the specificity of people's kinks, but this is not a pairing meme, or a fic meme. There are plenty of those out there, and all power to them!

Correct example - Mal/Ariadne, finger-fucking Ariadne on the window ledge.
Incorrect example - Ariadne/Arthur, four seasons.

I can be flexible! But there should be pervertible quality close to the surface. Requesting 'character A is a vampire' AU would work, because there are about half a dozen kinks potentially wrapped up right there: bloodplay, rough sex, dubcon, mind control, etc. Just try?

Try to give and take to keep the meme alive. But don't feel bad about it.

Enjoy yourself

Go forth and inspire kinkiness!

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Everyone/Eames - Using different roles/bodies to express different parts of himself. (Could be genderplay, size kink, ageplay.)

Wow, I love what you've done with this prompt, it's just so effortlessly sexy.

Thanks so much!

Whether it centers around made-up science or actual science, I'd just love Yusuf being a badass at what he does and someone jumping his bones for it. Possibly with dirty talk.

These things do build up from time to time.

(Anything examining the power inequity would be brilliant.)

Yusuf gets off on the contrast between his darker skin and Ariadne's light skin.

Yusuf is aware on some level that it borders on racism, this weird obsession with how pale Ariadne is, this fetish for an inadvertent artefact of ethnicity. He knows she does not do it purpose, that she tries to catch the sun when she can, but theirs is the business of sleep, of quiet, dull rooms, away from the world so that now, when he holds her slim, soft arm to slide the needle in, he can't help noticing how luminous, how translucent her skin is. When he's mixing chemicals, altering the concentration of the reactants one crystalline drop at a time from a thousand dollar burette -- when he's swabbing the arms of his sleepers in his basement of dreams -- when he's two layers down with his foot on the accelerator and a box of sleeping friends between the prongs of his forklift truck -- he catches himself thinking of synonyms and similes. Pale, he thinks, and fair; creamy; snowy; like ice; like marble; like light.

When he touches her -- and he does, now, not just in their mutual hideaway of sweat and sex, but as often and as casually as possible, making their fingers glance when he hands her drinks and pens, maps and models; brushing her hair back when it falls in dark waves across the winter expanse of her face; oh-so-idly patting her knee when she snuggles beside him in cold warehouses, watching Cobb and Eames argue to the metronome click of Arthur's pen. When he touches her, he sees them in chiaroscuro, as if they have stumbled out of the dream of some long dead grand master, a renaissance of light and dark made flesh, her in him in pleasant contrast, in perfect juxtaposition.

His hands are tan, mortal, dust held upright only by that tiniest spark that is an immortal soul; hers are angelic, divine, immutable. He is the Poisoned Dreamer, she his Great Architect (or perhaps they are Gnostics, and she is Satan or Prometheus to his Man). She raises him up even as he lays her low, (or he falls down and she flies up, because it's not the directions themselves that have meaning, only their inevitable intersection) so that they come together in exquisite opposition, in excruciating harmony and it is not kisses, nor cunt, but contrast that makes him come.

oh gosh, this is amazing and SO HOT. i love it.

Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia - Cobb is pretty when he's under, Yusuf takes advantage

Saito, masturbation

SOMNOPHILIA: A HAIKU.

"Why am I sticky?"
Cobb asked. Yusuf shrugged. "Don't know -
- go under again."

Lovely mood & descriptions

OP here! I could not be more thrilled with what you did with the prompt! This is FANTASTIC.

I love how assertive Ariadne is, I love that she's already keyed up from fantasies, I love that it's all about her experience of their chemistry and his fetish. I love how sweetly his kink is expressed, it's very Arthur: reserved, but direct. Their dialogue is perfect, I can totally hear their voices. Amazing!

Yusuf and Eames are exes who broke up because Eames was more into D/s than Yusuf. Now Eames is after Arthur, who's matter-of-fact about his taste for domination, and seeing that, Yusuf's realizing that it's not so much that he's not into D/s as that he's submissive too.

Eames has a gangbang fantasy; someone brings their projections into his dream to help fulfill it.

Arthur's partner loves it when Arthur looks androgynous... when his hair is long and soft instead of slicked-back, when he dresses in clothes that are gender-neutral but feminize his shape a little, jeans that give him the illusion of slender but curvy hips, tight shirts that make his pecs look like a little like binding.

Thank you so much! I'm delighted you enjoyed.

Thank you!

why did I lol?

I did what I intended. :)

Stuck in Limbo, Saito discovers every whim is catered for, good, bad, or ugly. Of course, he tries to resist at first -- but when everything is a dream, is there any real need to curb his secret dark urges to rape, conquer and murder (and rape again)? Screw the rules: he has money (and omniscient power over an infinitely mutable universe).

While they're both stuck in Limbo, houses aren't the only thing they design. Mal and Cobb indulge every fantasy by creating lovers for each other to use as playthings -- but when time has no meaning and your actions have no consequences, they soon discover there's no limit to how far they can push their boundaries.

Genius XD

It's always the quiet ones, they say.

Arthur isn't quiet now, even while he bites his lip raw to hold back his cries. That might keep back the moans but it does nothing about the slap of skin-on-skin or

the stuttered breaths forced out of him each time Saito shoves in. Such a pretty boy, and prettier still with that expensive shell torn away, neatly-pressed trousers

crumpled around his thighs, a drop of blood staining his crisp white shirt.

He's not real, of course, but that hardly matters when every detail is perfect. Details that Saito could have only imagined in the real world, the way Arthur's slim

hips fit into his hands, that look of shock as Saito first slapped him then pushed him to his knees. And now, the perfect tightness around his cock, the trembling body

under him. The shocked, terrified sound as he moves his hands to Arthur's throat, wraps them there and squeezes, tighter with each thrust, each step closer to climax. Arthur struggles now, hands scrabbling at the desk under him, but Saito has control here. This might be limbo, but Saito has never met a situation he could not turn to his advantage with enough thought.

And down here, there has been plenty of time to think.

Arthur isn't the first - this Arthur isn't even the first, and a parade of images flash through Saito's mind, Arthur bound hand and foot to a broad bed, spread over the boardroom table, tied wrist to ankle and on his knees under this very desk.

And then, that same boy bloodied and bruised, begging for Saito to end it, please, no more. Begging with his very last breath.

The struggles are weaker now, rabbit-quick flutter of Arthur's pulse beating against Saito's fingers and he squeezes harder, chasing his own orgasm. Strange how the pulse quickens in those last few moments, the body clinging to life until the very last second. He empties himself into the unprotesting body with a satisfied groan then steps back, regarding the pale skin on offer, smudged with blood and desperation, draped almost decoratively over an exact replica of the desk in his own office. If he leaves, the projection will have vanished before his return, stolen away by some logic of this place. But for now Saito re-fastens his trousers and takes his place behind the desk, reaching out to run his fingers over Arthur's mussed hair.

Quite the perfect toy.

Intergluteal sex.

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Aaaand here we go!

Everyone/Eames - genderplay, size kink, ageplay, etc

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Yusuf/Anyone, science

Ariadne/Cobb, mentor and student

Yusuf/Ariadne - skin kink

Re: Yusuf/Ariadne - skin kink

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia

Saito, masturbation

Re: Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia

Re: Yusuf/Ariadne - skin kink

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Yusuf/Eames, Arthur/Eames, possible Arthur/Eames/Yusuf, D/s

Anyone/Eames, gangbang

Anyone/Arthur, costumes, gender play

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Re: Ariadne/Arthur, foot/shoe fetish

Re: Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia

Re: Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia

Saito/Everybody - rape, murder

Mal/others - rape, murder

Re: Yusuf/Cobb, somnophilia

Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Eames/Other