BIOSHOCK KINK MEME

[trash_mod]

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires
- bioshock trash crew proverb






== A RAPTURE REMINDER: ==

PROMPTS AND FILLS WITH INFORMATION ON BURAL AT SEA 2 ARE SPOILERS.

THIS POST IS A SPOILER FREE ZONE UNTIL APRIL 27th.
PLEASE ADD ALL SPOILERY PROMPTS AND FILLS TO THIS POST UNTIL THAT TIME.

Spoilery comments to this post will be deleted, and their authors vanished in the night to volunteer in our city's fine Protector Program.

Thank you for your attention. Have a nice day!



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

Comments

Jatlas

[(Anonymous)]

I just want something fluffy-ish with Jack being ticklish because that's so goddamn adorable

piano

[(Anonymous)]

jack getting fucked on a piano

Re: piano

[(Anonymous)]

i read this as "jack being fucked by a piano" and i legit cracked up

jack/atlas sensitivity stuff

[(Anonymous)]

atlas dicking around in jack's head with WYKs to tell his brain to process every touch sensation as pleasure so he's hard and needy just from atlas slapping him across the face or cutting him up.

alternatively the opposite in which he tells jack to process everything as pain and then just kind of touching jack gently all over while he screams and cries and begs him to stop.

or both. both is good.

Re: jack/atlas sensitivity stuff

[(Anonymous)]

THIS IS LITERALLY

Elizabeth Readerfic

[(Anonymous)]

I can't be the only one on earth who thinks Liz is an attractive lady. So maybe some readerfic? I don't care which Liz, or whether or not there is the scooby doobie do, I just wanna piece of that action :B

Re: Elizabeth Readerfic

[(Anonymous)]

Jesus is testing me

Sinclair(or ?/Sinclair) - Horrible things/gore happen to him

[(Anonymous)]

What is bioshock without crazy weirdness and a bloody mess happening on every corner?

As it says on the can, I'd like to see horrible stuff happen to Sinclair,mostly leading to death.

I do have two ideas to use:

1.) Decompression: Slow and painful with a bloody ending. He is at sea after all.
2.) Horrifying Elder Monster/Sinclair: Not Cthulthu but can sure play off as one if it wanted to. As imagined, tentacles are a must with this one and literal mindfucking(probably with still trying to talk as it happens). Bloody end is welcomed for this.

Silence of the Lambs type thing (Jatlas)

[(Anonymous)]

Jack is a detective working to find a crime lord/murderer Ryan so who's his Hannibal? Atlas/ Fontaine
Please just do it I've had this idea forever and I can't write

Re: Silence of the Lambs type thing (Jatlas)

[(Anonymous)]

Ahhh this is really cool it'd b gr8 if someone could write this

Booker eats all the things and gets fat.

[(Anonymous)]

C'mon, has no qualms about rummaging through garbage for food and eats a ridiculous amount of stuff at once(who eats a wheel of cheese and a whole baguette one after the other?). Robert gets fat for no reason other than he should be too.

So yes,fatty wank and any other kink you can/want add on(just no Elizabeth/Booker stuff).

A Lovely Reminder (warning for non-con stuff maybe?!)

[(Anonymous)]

hi oops I have to… do this….. ..ive never written a fill before + i have no idea how to use this website, i found it from tumblr, so i hope im formatting right and stuff =v=;; i've never seen anybody just post the whole thing before, they do it in parts but i wrote this all in like two hours and i dont think theres a character limit... ok bye
----
Jack couldn’t remember what the command had been – a single would-you-kindly and he couldn’t recall just what it was; a funny thing, that, but it didn’t seem so funny with Atlas looming over him like a bird of prey, those blue eyes no less stunning than they had when Jack had first come in contact with him, but friendly was hardly any description now. Not friendly at all.

“Now, boyo, just sit still a tic,” and Jack did as he was told because it was Atlas, there was no point in struggling for any semblance of control when he had nothing of the sort from the very start.

He’d be an idiot to try something now.

But… Atlas had said to stay put for only a ‘tic’, which had to have been a small amount of time, and when his fingers came close to Jack’s stomach to pull up his sweater, Jack sucked in his breath so that his stomach gained a bit of distance from that reach. So maybe he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed after all.

A warm palm touched down then, holding him firm against the bed. The pain that blossomed from his hand spread like the hotness it gave, a fire that burned without causing any sort of mark to show for it, didn’t leave his sweater engulfed in flames or his flesh to tear beneath the heat. Jack whimpered, holding his breath in to fight back the scream bubbling up in his throat while white dotted the corners of his vision –

“Would you kindly take a deep breath, Jackie? Can’t have you passing out on me now.”

-- Jack let the air out, shutting his eyes tight when it brought him closer to the pain that shouldn’t have been there in the first place, Atlas wasn’t even doing anything and he… it hurt, but he breathed in again, and when he did, the hand fell away. His breath turned to a gasp of relief, eyes fluttering open to spot the damage.

There was none.

Absolutely nothing.

“Oh, y’feel like watchin’, do ya?” A voice from somewhere above muttered and fingers were parting through his hair – Jack rewarded Atlas with an airy hiss, the proper reaction to having his hair pulled, not lovingly carded through. “I don’t mind a bit.”

Another hand – he’d forgotten there were two – went after lifting up his sweater, thumb brushing over his stomach as light as could be, and Jack whimpered at it, that discomfort swelling up beneath his skin again until it practically took over, organs convinced they were being stepped on and beaten to burst.

The other hand previously in his hair joined said partner in crime once his sweater was up past his ribs, both of them sliding up his skin and sending it into a fit of goose bumps on the way there. His body seemed to be reacting the right way but his mind was in a whole other place, obvious enough by the way he cried out then, kicking his legs on the bed and clenching his fingers down on Atlas’s shoulders to get him to back away. His jaw clenched and his teeth ground together, tears welling up in his eyes and watering down his vision while he made bitter sounds of protest, but Atlas seemed to be having none of it.

Because he shushed him. Tilted his head off to one side to kiss the back of one of Jack’s hands. Jack recoiled, tore the other hand away from Atlas’s shoulder before he could do the same to the other one, pressing them flat to the bed with a look of utter betrayal plastered onto his face. The scorching feel lingered there on the one he’d managed to touch but he didn’t think to do it again, which seemed to be what Atlas wanted, judging by the smile he had.

He thought he heard a faint “good boy,” before those hands that had been blessedly still before brushed down his ribs, eliciting a loud moan of pain from Jack, who dug his heels into the bed and tried his damned hardest not to punch Atlas in the face, that was something he definitely wasn’t stupid enough to try, those tears falling in fresh rivulets down his cheeks. He was sobbing by the time the hands fell over his waist, as Atlas scooted down so that Jack couldn’t move from the knee up, all access given to everything above that.

Thumbs were tracing light circles over his hips and Jack couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down his face, his harsh, wet breaths that struggled to stay even. But Atlas wouldn’t stop, kept moving his thumbs round and round and round, almost asking without asking for Jack to speak out – and the moment he realized that was what Atlas wanted, Jack spouted like a fire hose. “Please,” he said, the vowels in the middle running a little longer than he’d intended, a quiet pleaaase, so to speak. “Did I do something – I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, mmf- “And Atlas clapped one of those hands over his mouth, which Jack proceeded to drool on, if unintentionally.

“Not a thing, lad. Not a thing. Just remindin’ ya who belongs t’who here. Relax.” The Cheshire grin in his voice was enough of an indicator that he had said exactly what Atlas wanted him to say.

Jack glared because there was no way in hell he was going to relax, not now. But Atlas wiped some of the tears away, lifted his hand away and wiped the spit carefully over Jack’s shoulder.

Every single action had hurt him worse.

When Atlas moved to sit between his legs and pulled Jack’s own up by the back of his thighs and just above his knees, sliding him upwards to make room, Jack sniffed a little, doing his best to calm down and get his heart to stop beating so hard in his ears. The red-hot pain blistered and he grew somewhat used to it – or maybe he was just getting tired.

Probably the latter. Atlas had barely even touched him and his forehead sheened with sweat; he just hoped he was getting used to it.

Lips fell over his crotch and the second the contact was known Jack closed his legs on reflex with a comically high-pitched growl of sorts, more of a squeak. So garbled, he couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be. Atlas hummed and didn’t make any attempt to move, the vibration having him squirming and gasping above him in mingled pain and some hint of pleasure beneath what his mind was tricking him into believing.

Atlas’s hands nudged at the insides of his thighs. “Spread ‘em,” he heard, muffled between his legs, and Jack fought it until he had to succumb to the pain and eased up. “Atta boy.” It earned him a pat to one leg. Jack groaned at that, too. It was like a domino effect, then, because Atlas laughed at his position between his legs, and Jack couldn’t stop the flow of noises that came from his throat, raw from everything that’d been ripped out from it.

Atlas was mouthing over his pants, sending shocks of pain up his spine. He could feel himself getting hard beneath the touch for whatever reason; this didn’t feel good at all, Atlas might as well have been kneeing him in the dick.

He was faintly aware of his pants being pulled down, his cock facing up towards his stomach with precum at the head, and Atlas watched Jack’s face for a reaction before spitting on his own hand and curling his fist around his length.

Jack’s hips bucked up into the touch but the rest of him shied away, his own hands fisted into his sweater like it was his safety blanket, shoulders bunched up from stress. Atlas’s thumb swiped through the precum, spread it around the head and continued the motion until Jack’s back arched and he wept out another battered sound of agony, legs twitching with the need to push Atlas away. He couldn’t do it.

“Don’t feel too good, does it?”

Jack shook his head with a surprising amount of vigor, eyes puffy and the rest of him looking rather pathetic, sitting there and taking it because he never had an option in the first place.

“Want it to?”

Jack nodded just as quick, effectively giving himself a sense of whiplash in the process. Atlas moved his hand up and down, showed no signs of stopping what he was so set on acting out.

“Y’sure?”

“Atlas,” Jack whined in frustration, out of breath, and Atlas chuckled a bit, licking his lips with his tongue as he seemed to decide his next course of action, tightening his grip and continuing his motions from as high as he could go, twisting his wrist (Jack sobbed harder) nicely, and down back again.

“Right; don’t work yourself so damn hard, kid. Just gettin’ to the good part here.” The accent seemed to roll over then, twisting into something foreign that made his innards feel way heavier than they were. But just like that, it switched back into something more familiar and friendly and nice, Atlas, voice of the people.

Atlas kissed just below his navel, and Jack didn’t have it in him to react. Letting the pain wash over him was so much easier.

“Would y’kindly wipe that snot off yer face? It’s killin’ me, seein’ you like that.” Jack did as he was told, took his sweater and wiped it off as best as he could. “That’s it. Y’think you could enjoy this, too? I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

The pain was gone. And with it came a wave of pleasure so hard it knocked the wind out of him, a new sort of pain breaching his senses as Atlas took him into his mouth, took him down to the hilt. Jack arched his back, puffing and squirming like he hadn’t just felt like his innards were being knifed out and Atlas hadn’t, in fact, been torturing him.

It didn’t take long for Jack to come without any sort of warning, after a couple of bobs of Atlas’s head he was done for and Jack spilled down his throat – Atlas took it, swallowed it like he was indifferent, and pulled off. He replaced his mouth with his hand again, palm of the other one slipping over the head of Jack’s cock, sensitive and not quite soft just yet. Jack sat up on his elbows, his head heavy enough to where he didn’t want to keep it held up, but he kept it up just the same.

Atlas kept rubbing over the head until Jack tried closing his legs again, fell into another fit of heavy pants and groans brought on by over-sensitive skin being touched without him ever asking for it in the first place. Atlas seemed satisfied once he stopped being physically capable of making real noises and instead turned to wheezing like a dog just to give a response, pulled his hands away and wiped everything that remained on Jack’s stomach.

Jack passed out that way and Atlas didn’t try to force him back up, finding a certain fondness for the way Jack looked absolutely used up and spent, pants pulled a quarter of the way down, sweater pulled half the way up, stomach coated in his own mess. The very image alone was enough to serve as a reminder of who owned what in Rapture, and Jack wasn’t the only one sated and very well aware of his place in the hierarchy of things.

Re: A Lovely Reminder (warning for non-con stuff maybe?!)

[(Anonymous)]

that's so fucking hot thank

(also, when you post these things, click the reply on the prompt you're filling and then put it there)

Jack/Atlas Daddy kink, mind break, sluttybadend!Jack

[(Anonymous)]

I need this in my life. Atlas totally breaks Jack, gets him hooked on ADAM, and even more so hooked on his dick. What I'm really looking for is Jack being shamelessly slutty, please give me him calling Atlas 'Daddy', and whatever else you kinky bastards want.

I have faith in you. Make it happen.

Re: Jack/Atlas Daddy kink, mind break, sluttybadend!Jack

[(Anonymous)]

I love the way your mind works, also my body is ready for this

The bar thing outside Fontaine's office

[(Anonymous)]

I just want people hanging out there because I thought everything was so beautiful about it

Re: The bar thing outside Fontaine's office

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm. I could probably do something with this if you are interested still.

Anna Culpepper

[(Anonymous)]

This site doesn't have enough lady on lady love. I want Anna with her female lover who adores her shows and then they have wild sex and it's beautiful. I thought this character was really not given enough thought and she's one of my favorite minor characters. Also she was incredibly brave, and that's kick ass.

Suchong

[(Anonymous)]

Okay so this will be mostly crack, but I want Ryan trying to get Fontaine's secrets so he sends a girl from Eve's Garden to try and seduce Suchong and he's just like lol no/ or completely doesn't pick up on what's happening and just is like I gotta get back to work. Idk where I'm going with this I was just thinking about it and laughing really hard.

Re: Suchong

[(Anonymous)]

I LOEV this and NEED IT.

jack/disciples

[(Anonymous)]

gangbang

i don't care how, just make it happen

Re: jack/disciples

[(Anonymous)]

THE DREAM

Eleanor/Amir Reunion

[(Anonymous)]

Remember that boy Eleanor talked about in her audio diaries? This guy:
http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Barbarism
http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Misbehaving
http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/My_Name_is_Eleanor

What if, before she was in that glass box, Eleanor slipped out and tried to find him? Did he survive Rapture that long? Did he splice? Did he join Lamb's cult, or is he hiding back in Pauper's Drop?

Ryan/Jack/Fontaine; Double Penetration

[(Anonymous)]

Andrew and Frank share Jack

Bonus points for asphyxiation, humiliation, and dirty talk

Re: Ryan/Jack/Fontaine; Double Penetration

[(Anonymous)]

I LITERALLY CANNOT IMAGINE ANYTHING MORE

Ryan/Jack

[(Anonymous)]

Humiliation, Choking, Dirty Talk, Boot Worship, Cock Worship, Bondage, Gun Play, Anything Dirty and kinky goes

Basically your goal is to make the best most dirty fic you can using basically any of the kinks listed above I mean this should make normal peoples skin crawl and thest of us get boners. The more filthy the better.

Subject Delta/Sinclair,Spitroasting

[(Anonymous)]

Just Delta(and no one else) because he's seven feet tall and I'm intrigued/frighten to what he might be packing, so will Sinclair when he actually sees it.
Spitroasting and large insertions. Since it is a ridiculous idea, I don't expect a super serious story. Art and/or Fic for this.

Fontaine/Ryan sort of, masturbation or denial

[(Anonymous)]

Fontaine's got control of the cameras in Ryan's office and masturbates to Jack killing Ryan.


Or alternately, Fontaine's set to masturbate to Jack killing Ryan on his orders, but Ryan taking control of Jack kills Fontaine's boner in kind of a last middle finger to his rival and Fontaine is left super angry and blueballed

Re: Fontaine/Ryan sort of, masturbation or denial

[(Anonymous)]

I love you

dub!Atlas/sub!Elizabeth, dub con

[(Anonymous)]

Pretty please? Bonus points if you bring in size kink (particularly how much bigger he is to her).

Re: dub!Atlas/sub!Elizabeth, dub con

[(Anonymous)]

pLEASE I NEED THIS

Frank/Tenenbaum, pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

After they harvest fetus Jack from Jolene, they need somewhere to grow it until it's old enough to live on its own, so they implant it in Tenenbaum who reluctantly carries the little parasite around. Frank walks into the lab a few months into the project when she's staring to show and he gets bonered up about her carrying around Andrew Ryan's doom.

jack/fontaine/tenenbaum bad end

[(Anonymous)]

fontaine using wyk to send jack off to kill the saved little sisters and bring tenenbaum back to him so he can put her back to work on plasmids, but he gets bored and starts pitting them against each other so he can watch

Jack/Atlas aftercare

[(Anonymous)]

After some hard dirty fucking, Atlas gives Jack aftercare. Bonus if the aftercare is just to mess with Jack's mind.

Re: Jack/Atlas aftercare

[(Anonymous)]

please. please god.

Robert Lutece - Public Humilation, Ridicule/Domination

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see Robert being absolutely humiliated in public, not to mention dominated and ridiculed by someone or people.

Anything can go with this(as long as it falls under the above). Although not something you have to put in, enemas and embarrassing old timey medical stuff/toys would be a huge plus.

Re: Robert Lutece - Public Humilation, Ridicule/Domination

[(Anonymous)]

eue ooooh I might do this

Atlas

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know if this is a thing that can be requested, but a music vid of Atlas to the song That Man by Caro Emerald?? I don't care if it's serious or silly, or short/long. I- nay- the WORLD needs to see this happen.

Re: Atlas

[(Anonymous)]

Omfg I love this song because of that little shit lmao

Jack/Atlas - Reunion, dubcon (or any con)

[(Anonymous)]

Jack has made it out of Rapture alive. But he can't quite get one certain Irishman out of his mind, fake or not. Cue Jack ending up decorating his new little house full of Atlas-posters (that he magically acquired from somewhere) and radios, even if he knows he probably shouldn't. He can't help it.

But of course, Fontaine/Atlas has somehow survived as well and is coming to get revenge on Jack for ruining his jam, and he sneaks in Jack's house some night. Interesting things ensue when he finds Jack's Atlas-ridden house.

Bonus points if Fontaine persuades Jack to do the do with him using the Atlas -persona the boy is so very fond of, even if Jack deep inside knows it's motherfucking Fontaine he's fucking.

Or anything remotely like that, please?

Re: Jack/Atlas - Reunion, dubcon (or any con)

[(Anonymous)]

i need this