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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.


Fontaine/Male!Tenenbaum, size difference

(Anonymous) 2015-05-31 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tenenbaum's a tiny man, no more than five and a half feet tall. Fontaine likes to pin him down when they have sex, and they both get off on it. That's it. That's the prompt.

Sinclair/Delta - Happy Ever After

(Anonymous) 2015-06-29 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, shit, IS THIS KINK MEME STILL ALIVE? Hallelujah!

My standards of "alive" include "posts in 2015".

I would really love to see some Sinclair/Delta, with them making it up into the world and Sinclair getting his bouquets full of money. But those bouquets don't mean a thing because no one is skilled enough on the surface to fix Delta.

So Sinclair and Delta have to wait and hope Tenenbaum makes it out alive. Tenenbaum eventually does, with Subject Sigma.

But in the meantime, Eleanor is still connected to Delta. Which means not only is Sinclair's knight in shining armor stuck in said armor, but there's never a moment alone.

Sinclair is sexually and monetarily frustrated. In suspenders.

Re: Sinclair/Delta - Happy Ever After

(Anonymous) 2016-03-30 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
I love this a lot I'll see if i can give it a go soonish

Re: Sinclair/Delta - Happy Ever After

(Anonymous) 2016-04-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
*quietly really hopes you do*

Robert Lutece/Sinclair - Adoring Sinclair's pudgy body

(Anonymous) 2015-06-29 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
A bit of an odd pairing to ask but I always thought they worked well for some reason.

I'd like to request a story where Robert adores Sinclair's chubby body, him eating, etc. and Robert being turned on by this and not sure what to do.
NSFW is fine for this.

Booker/Mrs. Dewitt

(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
i want the action-porn sequence of the making of Ana please

i am a super sucker for spanking and dirty talk, and am super squicked by waterspots and scat and rape-play. this is literally a "throw in ur pretty ocs for booker face-sitting" so go nuts on the creativity, and go nuts on the filthy sex

+emphasis on dirty talk, this is booker
++tender/sappy aftercare
+++getting turned on by pregnancy talk

Bad!Subject Delta/Eleanor Lamb daddy kink,sadism

(Anonymous) 2015-10-15 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to see Delta and Eleanor having creepy father/daughter interactions and or sexytimes that is all

atlas/jack the revolution

(Anonymous) 2015-10-19 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
au where atlas is actually atlas and he's running the worker's revolution against andrew ryan. jack is his right hand man/boyfriend who helps out and together they kick some underwater bourgeoisie ass

really i just wanna see loving and adrenaline hyped smut, like them having victory sex after protesting/blowing up a nightclub or something

Re: atlas/jack the revolution

(Anonymous) 2016-04-01 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
i want this filled god damn it


(Anonymous) 2017-03-24 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know if you're even still here, but hello! This is very late, but I saw this and decided to fill it on a whim. First anon!

"You ready?"
The taller man just grunted in response, already set to mission-mode, as Atlas privately referred to it. He was completely occupied with the task at hand, no room to even think about anything else, which gave Atlas a chance to ogle his ass in those tight, form-fitting pants undetected. Simple pleasures, he reminded himself.

Gunfire echoed in his mind and down the hallway, as he hung back behind crates as not to get caught in the storm of ricocheting bullets and Jack, unaware or uncaring of the danger, slowly descended upon Ryan's men, who were watching the duo cautiously and making hurried hand gestures to each other, signally while maintaining their probing gaze.

There were three of them, bags under eyes and frowns screwed on tight. Rapture was boiling over, and everyone was feeling the heat. Ryan couldn't afford more than three, which made Atlas sympathetic for a moment. His city was going to shit, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

"Tell Ryan to feck off!" Atlas yelled, body coiled and ready to spring as he loaded his shotgun, leaning against the crate still.

The soldiers didn't respond, and Atlas's decision had clearly been made for him.


A shoal of fish glided past the window, briefly inter splicing with the neon reflections on the floor. The ocean was, as ever, murky and large, signs and advertisements cutting through the ominous dark blue. A storm was coming.

"Hey boyo, want a pep-bar? Trade ya," Atlas grinned, reenacting childhood customs from a happier time.
"I gotta pack of chips, but that doesn't seem fair," Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk emerging onto his face. "Might need something to sweeten the deal,"
Atlas rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and leaned in to kiss him, soft and sweet and gentle. As he pulled away, Jack was still staring, eyes a warm hazelnut brown, the colour barely visible for his pupils. His voice was husky and low when he asked, but he was still smirking.

Picking across the traps and bolts and boxes that inhabited their hideout, they made their way to the makeshift bedroom. The power had long been out, but it was bathed in blue light anyway.

Atlas reached under the mattress, the familiar bottle grasped after a few attempts. Jack shed the sweater, and all he could do was admire the view. Taut muscles rolled out underneath the thin, soaked shirt, and he made an embarrassing, involuntary mewl. Jack turned around to laugh at that, without humiliating his love further, which only served to give Atlas a chance to appreciate his toned back, watching hungrily as Jack removed everything but his underwear.
He crawled across the bed towards him, gave his thrilling, large wolfish grin (made better by Atlas' knowledge that the sight was the last of many men) , took Atlas' face in his hand and whispered, "Keep the suspenders on,"

Atlas started to laugh, and couldn't stop, even while Jack looked hurt and moped at the head of the bed.
" Do you even know how suspenders work boyo?" He asked, choking down laughs to be kind. "Did ya want me to feck you wi' me pants on still lad?" He was barely understandable, but having the time of his life. Jack grimaced.
"I don't mention your weird fetishes, do I?" He retorted, trying to strike back. "Or are we still not talking about the bees?"
Atlas' smile dropped and his face went pale.
"That was one time Jack. One."
"You OK there darlin'?"
"Oh god, keep going keep going,"
Atlas added another finger, and Jack backed into him.
"Greedy boy, ain't ya?" He murmured, trying to get as close as he could to the other man, yearning his touch in return, leaving kisses on his back and arms and wherever he could, breathy moans and whispered adorations rewarding him.
"D'you think you're ready boyo?" He asked, kissing the back of his neck. Jack nodded eagerly, trying to turn around to face him. Atlas yielded, and felt Jack's calloused fingers dance across his jawline, feather soft.
"I love you,"
"Love you too"

He went in soft at first, real gentle like, but the taller mans hips bucked back into him and he couldn't resist and longer. He pounded hard, hipbones beating a tattoo onto Jack's back, and the other man just got louder and louder. Delicious moans and grunts and half formed sentences bounced off the walls of the room, and the bedsprings echoed in accordance.
"Jesus Christ boyo. You're beautiful,"

"People! Ryan wants to enslave you! We were promised an opportunity, and we were lied to!" Atlas yelled, receiving cheers from the crowd in return and a grin from the sandy-haired man at his shoulder.

People were gathering around him in Apollo Square, reading the flyers being given out and muttering amongst each other, discontent growing like a plague, colouring each person red.

"You were promised a future down here, a place to become better, where you wouldn't be constrained by the chains of man! But Ryan's got us all locked up! He's a dirty hypocrite, and he doesn't care about any of us. We need to rise up, rebel, take a stand. He can't treat us like scum. If he thinks we're worthless, good for nothing leeches, well, we'll just show him one thing we're good at, won't we?!" The crowd erupted, cheers breaking out like waves on a stormy sea.

Jack patted him on the back and led him down a corridor by the back, only the sea surrounding them.
"You're amazing, Atlas. What you did there, it was incredible."
"I'm just trying to help people. Shouldn't be an accomplishment. Don't deserve nottin' for being a good person Jack. No matter what this city tries to tell ya, alright boyo?"
Jack nodded.


More people were coming to the demonstrations now, angrier by the day. Likewise, Atlas got angrier too, speeches getting more vicious, protests getting angrier. And those bastards, they knew it. They were getting scared. Ryan was talking more and more about the parasites, rage evident even over the tinny speakers in the poorer districts. And even though the " persuasion" squads sent to their camps were getting larger, so were their supporters.

"We've won, darlin'" Atlas pondered one morning, stirring his coffee while watching the water move outside their window. Jack slid in behind him, fingers fitting into the grooves between his ribs perfectly as he hugged him from behind, nuzzling his head into the shorter mans neck.
"Just a matter of time before he realises. And that old bastard's unhinged, there's no telling what he's gonna do,"
"Yeah, but boyo." Atlas twisted from beneath him, arching his back to reach his ear and whispered, "We're crazier," and a full-body shiver set Jack alight as he gripped Atlas tighter, feeling his sharkish grin against his mouth when he grinded down onto him, messily jamming their faces together urgently, needing him closer. Atlas carried on grinning, and traced letters onto Jack's back.

Elizabeth omorashi

(Anonymous) 2015-11-12 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a weakness for omorashi and I would really like to see Elizabeth having to hold her pee for an extended period of time and wetting herself.

Literally anyone, MPREG

(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
I doubt this will be filled, haven't seen any new fic on here in ages. But on the off chance anyone should be so inclined to write me a nice mpreg fic, that would be lovely.

Jack/Atlas LB/DD, with Little Atlas?

(Anonymous) 2016-02-21 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
I feel like bc of Jack taking care the sisters that he's really paternal, and Atlas (who is totally real) is just stressed after escaping Rapture.

Andrew Ryan/Jack Ryan

(Anonymous) 2016-03-08 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
look. i don't care WHAT the subject matter is at this point. i just need my filthy smut.

bonus points if jack is already super hard for andrew before he even realizes that's what's going on

(if it helps, my main Things are spanking, worship, discipline, orgasm denial, and messy stuff in general(bj drooling, cum dripping out, etc))

pls...pls, fuel my disgusting little need.

(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Can I just..

Someone getting very turned on by Sander Cohen's voice

Don't look at me

(Anonymous) 2016-10-25 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
I know the thread has kind of gone dead but... May I second this, heartily?


(Anonymous) 2017-02-18 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Seems like it's just me and you, sport

I might have to try and give it a shot myself after all and hope no one will recognize my writing style...

Re: op

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
Well, there is also me, super late to the whole party. Got into Bioshock just recently. I'd also like to see this prompt get filled if it helps to motivate you any.

Any Male/Atlas, voice turn-on

(Anonymous) 2017-03-25 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
hey.....who else is still here

Atlas's voice really turns me on still, I'd like to see any Rapture dude rubbing one out to old Atlas propaganda, or maybe even him talking over the radio. The more explicit the better. I don't dislike anything except scat.


(Anonymous) 2017-06-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, still here!
(Jack x Atlas)

The ocean was beautiful, in the eternal night of Rapture. He hadn't seen stars since he had left his family's farm, but Jack felt comfort from it all the same. Absurdly, he wondered what his cousins were thinking, if they'd seen the news and believed him dead. He scoffed. It took a lot of effort to stay dead down here. In a brief respite of self pity, he imagined himself drowning with the rest of the passengers, buried at sea in a metal casket.

But here he was, sitting in Arcadia, reeling after what Ryan had done, staring blankly at the fish dancing mindlessly past the glass, unaware of what had happened inside. A small, desperate, ugly part of him was glad to have Atlas all to himself now. He got lonely without that accented voice to guide him or cheer him up (or turn him on), sprinkled with charmingly obscure phrases like "boyo" or "would you kindly".

Atlas was all he had, down here. His Irish brouge was familliar and safe. And after he saw the propaganda posters, with his alarmingly handsome face smirking at him, his relationship took an unfortunate, unrequited turn.

The radio came awake with a short burst of static, jolting him out of his thoughts. When Atlas's thick brogue melted through the waves, he felt guilty. This was his reason for carrying on, he remembered. His humanity. Small comforts, like the image of strong arms wrapped around him and a dark voice in his ear, stubble against his cheek, those brown eyes challenging him and oh god those red lips-
"You there boyo? Y'alright lad?"
Jack willed his breathing rate to slow.
"Y-yeah" he choked.
"Are you sure? You sure don't sound it,"
Jack had an idea. He wasn't a religious man, never had been, but he felt that whatever sliver of salvation he harboured still had just been lost. But he needed to here more of his voice, and he knew how to get him talking. He aimed the receiver away from him and unbuckled his belt. Best not to let Atlas catch on.

"Atlas, tell me about your family, your wife,"

Atlas coughed and paused for a second. Every second was agony to Jack, calloused fingers hovering over his trousers, waiting to begin.

"Me and Moira, me and Moira, where to begin. She was a fighter from the very start, an' angry too. God I loved her. Love her."

Jack was engrossed with the cadence of the story, too captivated to notice any slip ups.
He began gently, slowly, dancing his fingertips up and down his cock in a mockery of touch, teasing himself.

"And she wasn't just a rascal in public, oh no. We had our fun, I'll tell you that. Course, shouldn't be getting into matters like that, not proper,"

He gripped his dick in his hand finally, almost completely erect.

"But then Ryan and Rapture and all, and we changed. That's life for ya boyo. Nothing stays the same."

Jack squeezed out a hum of agreement, trying not to alert suspicision as he built up his erection with rougher and rougher movement.

"I miss her so much. God, I'm sorry,"

Atlas sounded like he was breaking down and Jacks cock was wilting. Bummer.

"That bastard Ryan's gonna pay. I'm gonna go to that bloody ivory tower of his and squeeze the fucking life out of him, I swear. I'll choke him with my own hands I will. Its what he deserves,"

It was disappointing how hard that made him, but he carried on trying to mentally will the other man to continue the rant as he fisted himself harder, closing his eyes so he could pretend it was another hand than his.

"You ever choked someone kid? There's nothing like the raw power you get from it, the control, the domination."

Jack was so goddamn close now, he was prepared to file away and ignore anything that the man said as long as he said it like that.

"Course, chokings personal, yeah, but oh Mary what you can reduce a man to with just a piece of hard wood,"

He almost choked on that, and sped up despite his wrist begging and aching.

"Hands alone don't come close to bats and canes. Or maybe even golf clubs. That rich fucker loves golf, doesn't he? I promise you now Jack: he will pay for what he did."

He didn't think he'd ever heard a voice that dark or deep as his partners did at the end of his sentence. Jack came, cream spurting everywhere as he swung his head back and watched the explosions behind his eyes, bathing in the white light of ecstasy.

"I promise Atlas, I'll make him pay for you, and for your family."

Re: Radio

(Anonymous) 2017-10-13 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
op requester here, thank you so much! beautifully written.

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