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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.


Jerking it to Johnny Topside

(Anonymous) 2014-04-15 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
In light of that Big Daddy pinup poster, let's have Stanley Poole yanking his great chain to Topside.

or if you want to get off on someone less weaselly getting off to Johnny Topside, I wouldn't blame you. But at the same time come on, Poole.

Catboy Fontaine

(Anonymous) 2014-04-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
the AU you deserve

Atlas/Jack, bad end, rrrrrrrouuughhh sex

(Anonymous) 2014-04-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Atlas has Jack broken and hooked on Adam. Constantly shooting up leaves Jack so powerful, so hard, so brutal, so bad. He's nothing more than Atlas' attack dog now, just fighting and fucking and killing whoever his master wants beaten and fucked and dead. But sometimes Jack loses it so hard that he can't tell Atlas from the rest of them. Atlas still has that trigger phrase to stop him dead in his tracks before he can tear into him.

And on those nights he has to take Jack home and remind him of his place.

Re: Atlas/Jack, bad end, rrrrrrrouuughhh sex

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

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fill (not as sexy as it could've been sorry friends)

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Johnny/Jack and/or Johnny/Atlas and/or Jack/Atlas

(Anonymous) 2014-04-17 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
What if Johnny hadn't been killed before getting to Jack? What if Johnny and Jack traveled together through Rapture? What were Atlas's future plans for Johnny..? I bet it was something gaaayyyyyy. I'm requesting any kind of scene with Johnny - Jack and Johnny going through Hell together and falling in gay accordingly, Johnny and Atlas pre- or post- Jack, or all three of them or something

Re: Johnny/Jack and/or Johnny/Atlas and/or Jack/Atlas

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Gaaaaaay. (Somebody do it!)

lis puts on high heels and treads on caz's face

(Anonymous) 2014-04-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
possibly as punishment for not updating the index yet

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Jack, awkward first time

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
So since Jack's life is a complete lie and he was made for a singular purpose, there's a good chance he's a virgin.

So can I get his incredibly awkward first time with someone? Anyone, named or not, canon character or miscellaneous nameless topside person, anything goes! Just please give me a fic where Jack has no idea what he's doing and fumbles/self-doubts/guesses/second-guesses/so on his way through the act.

Re: Jack, awkward first time

(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes this would be best!

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Rosalind Lutece/Robert Lutece, MPREG

(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Robert, if you're feeling so unfilled by your biological urge to leave a mark in the world, then carry it yourself. Yes, completely by yourself, I'm not being cute.

Jack, honey, ?????

(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
there are beehives in arcadia and bees like honey and jack has bees. thereofre we clearly need someone to drip honey on jack's bare chest and lick it off

acceptable alternatives include licking plasmid bee honey off of jack's fingers or something

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Jack, splicing

(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
i just need a really vivid splicing scene. don't look at me.

Re: Jack, splicing

(Anonymous) 2014-04-22 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Anon is assuming you mean those little scenes where Jack is injecting a plasmid for the first time..?

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(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
(character of your choice) successfully deduces that atlas is fontaine

because his o-face is exactly the same

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(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jack and Atlas touch wieners in a bathtub. My friends are such horrible influences. Bonus points if jack is a chubby virgin who didnt know two men could do such a thing together, but atlas has been around the block one or 17 times, and he's like "nah, son."

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(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Modern AU, sexting

(you thought i wouldn't post it didn't you?)

Re: Fontaine/Ryan

(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
that's it, I'm writing this tomorrow. It's going to be like 9 parts. Get your bodies ready erryone.

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ATTN authoranon

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(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
This is everything I wanted it to be after talking about it, yes goood

(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
that was meant to be a reply to a thing, fuck

splicer, Jack, boathookplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
All right.

Jack's bare stomach is sticking out, for whatever reason. Posture, natural chub, some other circumstance, whatever. He's not able to move much, also for whatever reason - maybe he's cornered, maybe he's restrained, or burned-out, tied up, tied down, precariously positioned around trap-wires, whatever.

at some point, along comes a spider splicer, and at some point they slowly pull their hook across jack's belly, the tip of it barely touching his skin, no blood drawn but the threat is there.

does the threat get followed through? Or do they just love watching Jack squirm as much as I do? well. That's up to you.

The important part here is the anticipation

Re: splicer, Jack, boathookplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
holy shit

Frank/Jack, AU where the Atlas persona fails before Jack reaches Rapture

(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Shortly before Jack's arrival, Frank's outed as the mastermind behind Atlas. So when Jack's bathysphere docks more or less on time, he doesn't bother with the Atlas act and instead is a little more Frank with him.

Re: Frank/Jack, AU where the Atlas persona fails before Jack reaches Rapture

(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, I want this!

Jack/Atlas, Jack/Fontaine, impersonation

(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Jack is dealing with "Atlas" betraying him, only for the real Atlas to help him out somehow (maybe during Code Yellow?) to try and regain his trust. Sex ensues because that man has a sexy voice.
Really, I just want some fix-it fic with Jack getting it on with Atlas or Fontaine (or both?) somehow...
Bonus points if Atlas is an "ends justify the means" kind of guy , WYK and all.

Re: Jack/Atlas, Jack/Fontaine, impersonation

(Anonymous) 2014-04-28 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
both both both both both
Jack gets both!!!

Elizabeth/Daisy - Regrets

(Anonymous) 2014-04-26 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth regrets killing Daisy. I mean, yeah, child murder is always something to stop, but Daisy was still trying to do good in her own way. So Elizabeth goes world walking to find a world where Daisy didn't die at her hands.

Bonus points for one of those worlds being the world where Daisy's lobotomy actually happened.

Sugardaddy Fontaine

(Anonymous) 2014-04-26 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Anyone, just make it hot and I don't even care.

Re: Sugardaddy Fontaine

(Anonymous) 2014-04-27 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
The Ultimate Fetish

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Atlas/Jack Somnophilia

(Anonymous) 2014-04-27 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Not sure if I spelled that correctly but yeah, somnophilia and some jatlas. Preferably with Jack being the one sleeping and waking up in the middle of it.

Re: Atlas/Jack Somnophilia

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Weird not great fill sorry :/

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op again

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Op once again

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Dom the fuck out of Atlas

(Anonymous) 2014-04-27 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
exactly that. Someone dom the hell out of the smug irish bastard svp

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i just wanted to say that

(Anonymous) 2014-04-28 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
i love this meme and everyone on it

i bet, if Fontaine found this meme, he'd like it, too. He'd be impressed. There, that's my prompt, because this post could be seen as spam otherwise >3333>~~

Really RoughJatlas, knifeplay, gunplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jack being a really bad boy
Atlas decides to teach him a lesson and he loves every second of it

Re: Really RoughJatlas, knifeplay, gunplay OPPPP

(Anonymous) 2014-04-29 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
bonus points for hairpulling shoving biting pressing into wounds

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this is op

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still op

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because i fucking love crossovers (ryan/mr. house from fallout:nv)

(Anonymous) 2014-05-03 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
something with andrew ryan and mr. house from fallout: new vegas. preferably not porny because porn really isn't my thing but if that's the way the cookie crumbles i'll eat it up anyway. i just want to see this happen!! i'm surprised it doesn't already exist somewhere out there and i'd do it myself but i just... cannot write this type of character at all.

obvs this would probably be au and i can see it working both ways. ryan in the mojave. house in rapture. w/e.

anyway here's a thank you for your time and have a good day!! to everyone who reads this humble request.

Atlas emphatically de-virginizing someone

(Anonymous) 2014-05-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, I get that 90% of all Jack/Atlas fics involve Jack losing his virginity, since who the hell else would he have to do it with? But for once, and I (mostly) don't care who it is, can we see Atlas making a big deal out of the fact that he's taking someone's virginity?

Also the two people who know who is posting this comment should keep their mouths shut. Yes.

Re: Atlas emphatically de-virginizing someone

(Anonymous) 2014-05-05 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
I should keep my mouth shut? I'm not the one who posted the prompt, sugar. So I could keep my mouth shut, or, I could fill it if the 'ol muse decides to wake for a spell.

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Fontaine/Tenenbaum- Blindfolds

(Anonymous) 2014-05-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
In the book they are canon. I'm surprised I never saw anyone write the scene in detail.

They are in Fontaines office on the couch after a bit of wine, Tenenbaum is very awkward, but is telling Fontaine what to do.

Heres pictures of the pages-

This ship honestly was my NOTP and I was icked when I read it but now,

I want to read it.

Blindfold - Fontaine/Tenenbaum - (1/2)

(Anonymous) 2014-06-05 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
The negligee is from Fontaine’s. So are the pumps, and her dresses and all of the clothes, except for the dress she was wearing when she came to Rapture, and a few lab coats bought with her first paycheck. This is part of Frank’s job offer, an agreement that she will exclusively work for Fontaine Futuristics and other Fontaine subsidiaries as required. A steady paycheck is good, but he offers her more. Frank will give her the chance to do her experiments with no disruptions so long as results are produced. He will allow her to purchase whatever she needs from his other business ventures at a reasonable discount. And… he will assist her with her other, more complicated needs.

“What’s the hold up kid?” Frank taps at the bathroom door. She looks at herself in the mirror and tries to imagine that maybe she is an ordinary woman and this is normal. But her imagination has always been lacking when it came to anything not scientific. She is still Brigid Tenenbaum and she looks like a fool, dressed in silk and lace that do nothing but highlight how flat she is, how even now that she’s in her twenties, there are no curves on her body - only sharp lines. The tapping comes again, but it’s more like knocking now. “Brigid, open up.”

She unlocks the door, since this is his office. Frank opens it and takes a good long look at her. She knows he must be disapointed. Perhaps he thought maybe she would be acceptable once she was not in a lab coat. Now he sees that she is unchanged. Brigid Tenenbaum may be a genius in the laboratory but she is undesirable. This she knows.

“Huh.” He finally says, dragging his eyes up to her face. “You clean up good. Ain’t so mousey looking now.”

That’s not what she expected. Her face reddens and she’s not sure if she should be flattered or insulted. This is usually how she feels when Frank talks about her. Compliments and insults are much the same to him. “I feel foolish.”

“You look scrumptious. Get out here, lemme see you with some heels on.” Frank waves for her to come out and follow him. Brigid does as commanded, padding barefoot across the carpet in the fisheries’ office. Even with the shutters all closed, she feels exposed. The heels wait for her, red pumps that Frank picked out himself. They are unlike what she has worn since she turned sixteen, and when she steps into them, she has to remember how to walk in tall shoes. Frank is pleased and he strips down as she carefully walks around the office, finally sitting on the couch and watching as he removes his things.

Her wine remains where she last set it down, on the floor, and she scoops her glass up. Brigid is not drunk, though she likes the idea that Frank may think she is. What she is asking him to do to her is… disgusting. Repulsive. And so, if she is thought to be drunk, then it can be excused. Brigid tips back the rest of her wine and sets the glass down. She does not want to actually be drunk though, not for this.

When he’s down to his undershirt and his shorts, he comes over to her, sitting on the couch. He takes her hands in his, and she is reminded of how rough his hands can be. For a businessman, he has worked much with them. Her father said you could trust a man who works with his hands. This is a lie, but then, she was told many lies by her father, the biggest one being that things would be okay. Things are never okay, they just become different kinds of worse. Survivors understand this.

“Hey, you with me?” He squeezes her hands. It’s meant to be reassuring. It’s not. Her heart flutters in her chest. She is terrified and she is anxious, and perhaps she is also excited. It’s the excitement that makes her look away from him, ashamed that she wants anything to do with such a base act. But sex is like using the bathroom - disgusting but necessary to continue with important things. “You look kinda scared. You sure about this?”

“I… do not like being touched.” It is hard not to pull her hands away from his grip. Her skin crawls. She will need to wash when this is done, but there is no shower here, just a sink. Brigid will have to walk back to her apartment, smelling of sweat and of fucking, with his hands still on her. Disgusting… but necessary. “But… I need it, when the feelings of desire come. What I dream of is a man who… who simply takes me. I will make some token resistance. But it will not be real. I must fight a little. I can only do it that way…”

“Well, kid,” She knows this tone of voice he is using. It is the tone of all men who want to calm you before they will do something very terrible. Brigid has heard it many times, sometimes to her, sometimes to the experiment subjects in the camps. Now she hears it from Frank and she knows what it means, “you came to the right shop.”

His squeezes her hands, as if to comfort, but he leans in close with a hungry look in his eye. Frank does not hide his true self for very long with her. Maybe he understands now that she likes it. The wolf is real. The smiling man is a mask. Brigid prefers the wolf, since she knows what he hungers for. The smiling man wants many things and they are all secret.

“So is this something you haven’t done exactly - but you… imagined?” Frank asks. There is a glow in his eyes. Perhaps he is wondering if she is a virgin still and he hungers for a title that means nothing. He cannot understand. He is an American. What he asks… he cannot understand.

In the camps, you were not safe. Women were never safe. You heard sounds often, sometimes at night, sometimes not. Screaming. Crying. Little hurt sounds. The guards, they were always watching you. Brigid was not to be touched. Her guards took her to the laboratories each day, and they took her to the camps each night. Nobody put a hand on her.

That did not mean things were not said, terrible things… She hears those voices when she sleeps. Her skin burns with memories of things that did not happen. The threat hung over her head until they were liberated and she thought then, now that it was over, she could put it behind her and forget.

That is when she discovered that there was no putting her past behind her. That is when she learned that she must leave, forever, and become someone who is not a collaborator or a war criminal. But the thoughts stayed, and the needs got worse the older she became, until she was forced to sit here with Frank, her hands in his, asking him for the unthinkable.

“Yes. I am afraid to touch. But I must be touched...” If they did this, she could forget for a while. The thoughts would not bother her. The dreams would stay away. She would not worry about waking in the night, a wetness between her thighs and a deep shame in her belly.

Brigid has been told Frank is a handsome man. These things do not usually cross her mind. The way he smiles at her reminds Brigid of a shark, like he has smelled blood in the water and hungers for her. It is this hunger of his she is drawn to. This smile is on his face as his hand touches her thigh and squeezes slightly. "What they call a contradiction in terms. That's you, eh?"

“Perhaps.” He is American. He cannot understand. But she is done with this talking. It is time to do what she came here to do, what she bought these things for. “Now… please… put the blindfold on me.”

“Oh yeah.” It’s a black blindfold, soft to the touch. He reaches forward with it and covers her eyes, tying it around the back of her head. It takes some adjusting but when he is done, she cannot see a thing. Only darkness. “There. You can’t see me now.”

“No.” Without her sight, it is easier to pretend, to imagine she is somewhere else - somewhen else - and that the smell of salt and fish is something else, more rank. “Now that I cannot see you… you can touch me - if you hold my arms down…”

His hands touch hers, grasping Brigid’s wrists. Frank raises them up to either side of her head. His hands are rough and calloused. They squeeze her wrists tight, hard enough to hurt. It’s good. It’s what she needs. Frank puts his weight against her. He pushes her back. Her breath begins to come quickly and her heart beats faster. Brigid’s arms are by her head when he pushes her down on the couch, when he pins her there with his body. She can feel his cock pressing against her thigh. He is enjoying this. She tries to twist away from him but she is careful. Brigid doesn’t dare hurt him. If she hurts him-

You do not ever hurt the scientists in the camps. Not ever. There are subjects to be hurt and Brigid does as she is asked. The tasks they have her do are monstrous and pointless, pain for pain’s sake. If there is any science to be done, anything real to be learned, it is lost beneath the orders she is given. She hurts them but she cannot hurt the scientists who give her useless tasks and demand pointless torture.

You do not ever fight back. They will kill you if you fight back. Brigid knows better than to do more than just struggle with the body against her, the hands holding her still. But still, still, she struggles. She tries to wrench her hands away. Brigid does not just lie there. She tries to pull away, she tries-

“Just remember,” that’s Frank’s voice. That’s his body against her. He is warm and solid and she stills as he rolls his hips into hers. Brigid’s cheeks go red as she realizes how hard he is, and just from this? Just from touching her? His breath is warm and he speaks into her ear, his harsh accent rasping with each word, “you want it done your way - you do your work my way. You work exclusively for me…”

“Yes Frank.” It is easy to agree. Who else would she work for? He has given her freedom, he has given her so many things… and he is giving her this. She pushes against him and she is not sure if this is good. Brigid has little experience with such matters. Why does she care? This is not what she is here for. Frank is not who she wants. This is- this is not between her and Frank. She tries to push her mind elsewhere again, to the dark fantasy she craves.

Her wrists are pushed above her head, and he puts them together, holding them with a single hand. With the other, he pushes her negligee up, his fingers crawling across her skin. He takes and she lets herself be taken by him. Brigid is not wearing panties. She is exposed to him, bare and ready to be touched. He will soon thrust into her and there will be pain, this she is certain of. Her breath is tight in chest and it hurts to breathe. Brigid’s body tenses as she feels his hand settle on her cunt, fingers pushing inside and-

“Oh!” She can’t stop the sound that she makes. Frank has his fingers in her and he is touching her the way she touches herself some nights. This is not what she expected. Her arms tug against his grip and she is confused when she speaks. “Frank?”

“Don’t worry kid, I’ll take care of this for you. Don’t need to be tearing nothing while we’re screwing around.” He pushes against her clit, rubbing circles around it. It should not be good but it is, it is very good. Frank’s hands are rough and this roughness is what feels best. Brigid squirms against his fingers, her breath coming quicker than before. “You like it huh? Getting real worked up about it.”

“I-is not what we agreed to.” But she doesn’t want him to stop. Brigid cannot say that. She cannot admit that she enjoys such a thing. Frank does not stop and she is both glad and angry at herself for feeling that way. His fingers touch her, stroke her, rub her clit, and all she can do is it let him do that.

“You wanted to be taken, and sister, you’ve got it. I’m gonna leave my mark on you.” His mouth is against her ear and he growls as his fingers grind against her. Brigid’s mouth is open and she must fight to be silent. Frank’s breath is hot on her cheek and his mouth presses against it, then it covers her mouth and he is kissing her and she shivers. She is trapped between him and the sofa and there is nowhere for her to go. The hand on her wrists squeezes, and the fingers in her cunt move fast, so much faster than she thought possible. There is a feeling in her, the deep twisting she knows from those frantic late night fumblings she does when she wakes from strange dreams. This soon? He is causing her to feel this way when they have barely started?

His mouth leaves her and she makes a sound, soft and desperate, and all Brigid can think is how this embarrasses her. Frank just chuckles and his mouth presses against hers again - a hard, quick press, just as his fingers press hard and quick against her- and then they go lower and she gasps as they are inside of her, his fingers deep in her cunt and she feels them push in and out. Brigid’s hips shove against them and she is shamed by how much he has made her want him - not just the fantasy, but Frank.

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