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trash mod ([personal profile] trash_mod) wrote in [community profile] biotrash2014-03-19 04:11 pm

BIOSHOCK KINK MEME

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires

- bioshock trash crew proverb







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Welcome to the Bioshock kink meme.

You can find a semi-frequently-updated list of prompts, with links and an indication of whether they've been filled, here at the index.



it is a kink meme. people anonymously (or not) request fic and pictures; other people anonymously (or not) write that fic and draw those pictures. everyone masturbates, peace is achieved.



there are two ways to take part!

1) start a new comment thread with a pairing/ship, and a kink. there's a kink masterlist here if you find yourself strapped for ideas.

2) swoop into an existing comment thread, and fill the person's request with art or writing. if someone's already filled the request, go for it anyway -- the more the merrier! if you need somewhere to upload/host images, try imgur.



there are some beautiful gems on the old kink memes. if you want an example of how this whole thing works, or you're digging for gold, look no further: on Livejournal, on Dreamwidth.


NOW GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY, MY CHILDREN

jatlas, humiliation, narcissism

(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
ATLAS FUCKING JACK IN FRONT OF A MIRROR

Re: jatlas, humiliation, narcissism

(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
FUCKing incredible

Re: jatlas, humiliation, narcissism

(Anonymous) 2014-04-10 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'd do really terrible things for this hnnnnnnnnng

Re: jatlas, humiliation, narcissism

(Anonymous) 2014-04-10 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
look ok unless somebody else is gonna im gonna frickin do it

Re: jatlas, humiliation, narcissism

(Anonymous) 2014-04-10 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
please.

Jatlas, mirrors "Sight and Feeling"

(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
"D'you see, boyo?"

Does he see? He certainly sees. But does he want to? It's not as though he has a choice; Atlas's hold over Jack, both physical and mental, is iron clad, hands on his hips and teeth at his ear, all reflected in the shiny glass.

"Atlas, I..." The words halt in Jack's throat when fingers meet the soft skin on his jaw, fingertips press into his jaw and turns his head, and he feels Atlas huff into the tender crevasse of his shoulder.

"No use bein' stubborn. I want you to look, boyo. Get a good, hard look. I want you remember this boyo."

Jack sees, sees it all. Sees a man, sees himself, naked and breathless, cock hard and aching and dripping onto the dirty mattress he's kneeling on. He sees Atlas behind him, eyes closed and thick brow furrowed, focused on the roll of Jack's hips onto his cock, deeper and harder and desperate, oh so desperate.

He sees it, he feels it, every thrust, every strip of skin rubbed raw by the stubble on the other man's chin. Hand leaves his jaw; he needs no restraint now, he can see just fine. The nerves in his skin prick beneath the surface as Atlas runs his calloused fingers over Jack's chest, over the sternum, his heart, the dip of his belly, and rests near his groin. The other hand, gripping his hip, squeezes hard, chipped nails digging into his flesh and he sees his own lips part as he exhales. Atlas is close, and he wants, needs, demands that Jack gets close, too.

"Tell me y'want it, boyo. Beg, would you kindly?"

He swears, he stutters, and he can't help it. "Fuck, Atlas, please! Make me come, already!"

He sees it, strong hand on his cock and fevered hips grinding against his ass. Sees it, feels it when Atlas comes, twitching inside him, sighs of relief warm against his neck. Jack closes his eyes when the hand brings him forth, eyelids fluttering just enough to see splashes of white against his belly, feels Atlas move his hand from his hip to stroke Jack's side as he jerks him off. Tousled, inky locks rest on his shoulder as he regains composure, breathing hard with strained lungs.

"Lad... Jack." His jaw tenses at the now-familiar feeling of Atlas's hand directing him, bringing his lips forward for a kiss, shallow and bittersweet and almost consolatory.

"Nice work, boyo."

Atlas isn't on the mattress next to Jack when he wakes up, alone, save for the mirror image across from him.