BIOSHOCK KINK MEME

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

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I didn't edit this at all lol sorry in advance (different anon from the other one)

[(Anonymous)]

Diane McClintock sulked in the corner with her empty martini, watching The Great Andrew Ryan and his latest whore. She let someone light her cigarette, ignoring every word out of their mouth. Of course she could be with anyone in this room except the one man she actually wanted. Of course.

She rolled her eyes, taking a drag on her cigarette and letting a scowl set into her brow. Steinman had warned her about frowning too much but if Andrew Ryan didn’t want her, she didn’t really care anymore. She tore her eyes away from the couple to motion towards the bartender, indicating that she needed another drink. To be honest, she needed several other drinks. She turned back, watching the stripper whore lay a hand on Ryan’s arm, the intimacy of the gesture lost on most people, but not her. Tears threatened to prick her eyes and she turned away again to receive the new drink, wondering why she tortured herself this way every night. Wondering what Ryan would think if he knew she was working with Atlas’ rebellion these days.

When she looked back, the couple was gone, presumably to fuck. Picturing it made Diane sick. She clung to the bar, sucking in cool air as everything heated up around her ears. A bare hand brushed against her shoulder and she looked up into the face of the slut who was mouthing the words “are you alright?” Or was she speaking them? Everything was spinning but Diane shook the girl off and made her way towards the pinprick of light that she supposed was the door, sinking to the floor more with every step.

~

When she came to, she was lying in a bed, but it was not hers. She sat up, cold and sweaty, and was suddenly hit in the face with the full force of her hangover. Looking around, she saw a woman’s figure entering the room, silhouetted by the bright lights of the kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” came the voice, and Diane’s heart sank as she saw that the woman in question was Jasmine Jolene. Grudgingly, she took the glass of water from her.

“Terrible,” she admitted. as the woman clambered up onto the bed next to her. She was wearing sheer night things, and Diane wondered if they had slept in the same bed. “What time is it?”

“About three in the morning. I was just about to head to bed,” she motioned toward the doorway. Diane supposed she was sleeping in the next room. She sipped the water, trying not to gulp it, no matter how parched she was. She was no stranger to hangovers, she knew she needed to tread lightly. Jasmine had a wet rag in her hand and was applying it to her forehead. Diane wanted to protest, she was supposed to hate this woman, but the cool wetness felt so good that she soon abandoned any dislike for her. She certainly seemed kind.

Brushing her damp hair out of her eyes, Jasmine murmured, “Is that better?” and Diane nodded mutely, transfixed by the woman’s beauty. Without her makeup, Diane could see what Ryan liked about the young woman. She had wide, innocent features, lightly spotted with freckles, and a kind, pink mouth. She blushed, suddenly aware that she had been staring. “You’re very beautiful,” she said. “I can see why he likes you,” she did not say.

Jasmine took the older woman’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re very beautiful,” she said softly, cradling Diane in a hug as the inevitable tears began to drip from her eyes. The showgirl held Diane tightly as she shook with quiet sobs, brushing her hair and rocking her back and forth on the bed in silent acceptance. When the sobs slowed, turning to little gasps, Jasmine held Diane’s face between her hands and pressed her small pink lips against her forehead.

Diane let out one last choking sob as the girl let go of her and finally returned the embrace, grasping her hands and pulling toward her until they were resting a breath away, with their foreheads brushing against one another. Hesitant, almost blindly, Diane’s lips staggered forward, meeting Jasmine’s in a soft kiss, sweet and innocent and tender.

Jasmine looked surprised, but she didn’t pull back for more than a second. Instead, she leaned forward and returned the kiss, silky lips pressing petal soft against Diane’s, making her head spin all over again. A small tongue poked through their delicate motions and Jasmine found her way inside of Diane, exploring and tasting Ryan’s previous favourite. Diane almost shuddered with the thrill, but it was too beautiful for that kind of of base response. Ryan never kissed her like this. He was all hardness and business, selfish in bed and out. Here, there was no hurry, nothing was forced. This was the most natural thing in the world.

They twined together down onto the bed, Jasmine’s light body hovering over Diane’s in the quiet rustle of clean sheets. Their kisses grew more urgent, but nothing hurt, a novelty that thrilled Diane somewhere between her legs, making her open her eyes in surprise. She saw only the flutter of feather soft eyelashes above her as one of Jasmine’s hands crept along her body, finding one of her hands and bringing it to a breast, pressing into her fingers to show her what to do.

It felt odd to Diane to touch another woman’s body without agenda or comparison, with no ill will or selfish need. She teased the soft breast away from Jasmine’s silky nightgown, brushing her slender fingers against a nipple as it hardened beneath her. Jasmine started to kiss down Diane’s neck and she pulled on the nightgown, easily lifting it over the other woman’s head as she made her way down to Diane’s breast, returning the gentle touches with that small mouth. Diane moaned softly as the woman’s tongue worked around her nipple, planting sweet kisses as she moved between them, massaging with her hands as Diane lay back against the pillows, savoring each thrill the buzzed through her at the other woman’s touch.

Rolling them over so that the older was on top, Jasmine tugged at Diane’s dress, pulling it off easily as they returned their red mouths to one another’s, Diane’s hands exploring Jasmine’s naked body as they sighed together in the sheets. Diane was still wearing her underwear and Jasmine took advantage of this position to fully remove her bra, which had been pushed eagerly out of the way in order to allow access to the woman’s blushing breast. Now Jasmine pushed Diane back into the sheets, unhooking her stockings and dragging them down her legs, following the wrinkles with tender kisses and working her way back up until there was nothing between them but the woman’s panties.

Crawling up to kiss her again, Jasmine let a hand rest between Diane’s legs, feeling the wetness there through her underwear and murmuring in anticipation. She kissed back down the pale figure, deftly tugging the panties off and running a finger around Diane’s opening, not quite touching her, but oh, if she stopped, Diane would die. A strange ache began deep within her, a sense of eagerness that she’d never had a chance to feel with Ryan. The finger grazed something near her entrance and Diane felt a shock go running through her veins. Jasmine smiled at her, she looked just as excited as Diane felt, and dragged her finger across that same spot again, watching as the older woman’s back arched and she let out something that could almost be called a moan.

A finger dipped into her and Diane’s breath caught in her throat as the other woman pressed it all the way in, crooking it and exploring the warm space. Diane had not realised how wet she was until she felt how easily the finger slipped inside, and then another, as Jasmine pressed and played with her sex as Diane let her sighs fully turn to moans. She let her eyes close as her head fell back against the pillow, enjoying the small strokes and gentle massage of Jasmine’s fingers inside of her.

And then, suddenly, there was a great heat at her very root and Diane felt whatever was twisting inside of her tighten even further. She looked down to see that Jasmine was using her mouth, placing hot wet kisses around her fingers, still working the other woman like a lockpick. Her small tongue found its way to that certain spot and Diane was forced against the pillows again in ecstasy, no longer able to control the noises she was making or the rolling of her eyes. As the other woman pressed into her repeatedly with those fingers, she placed some pressure on Diane’s flat stomach, kissing her cunt until it was crimson.

Diane was panting and sweating, the warmth and the pressure combining in a way that made her want to scream for release, for some last step on this staircase, for completion. A few twists and thrusts of Jasmine’s fingers and Diane’s hips rose into the air, bucking uncontrollably as she gained that release, squeezing the other woman carelessly and gasping for breath. When she was finally done, she lay, twitching with Jasmine’s every gentle touch against her swollen parts, gasping in further ecstasy. The other woman came up to meet her, wiping her mouth and smiling. Diane gaped at her.
“That was… how did you…?”
The other woman smiled at her wickedly. “Why don’t we take a break and then we’ll go again?”
Diane snuggled happily up against the younger woman. Maybe this time, she’d teach her how to return the favor.

Re: I didn't edit this at all lol sorry in advance (anon who wrote this)

[(Anonymous)]

[instantly notices 100 mistakes I made]

op

[(Anonymous)]

*__* That's okay I think it's great! Thank you! ;u;