BIOSHOCK KINK MEME

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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.


NOW GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY, MY CHILDREN

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Pomegranate Seeds 2/6

[(Anonymous)]

Four slugs was enough, in volume and dosage. Six slugs was torture. He felt already like he was burning inside out, and that was the only solid point with everything else around him feeling detached. His skin felt hot, and his stomach felt too small. When he opened his eyes, he could have been underwater with how clear and steady everything wasn't. He had tried to keep them shut, but it was a hard choice between that and knowing what Atlas was about to do next. He wished he could do the same with his mouth, but he couldn't breathe enough through his nose with how his heart and body was racing with the rush of ADAM.

Atlas had told him to keep seated and his arms on the armrests, but he said nothing about sitting straight. Jack twisted this way, then that, whatever gave the slugs more room and made him feel a little less like he was about to split. He tried to arch his back, but stretching too much made the movement of the living slugs feel too distinct, and Jack wasn't allowed to be sick. He sagged back against the chair with a grunt, panting, and in the rush that followed the exertion there was a moment of clarity. How long had it been since Atlas fed him another one? He knew they weren't done yet, unless that was something Atlas was bluffing about, but even with his thoughts scattered Jack knew Atlas wouldn't just stop when he was having so much fun.

Unless that was part of it. He took a few deep breaths (that pulled his skin too much), and opened his eyes.

The room was blurry, the colours were too bright, and white-ish blue shapes wavered at the edge of his vision. Atlas wasn't at the edges, but right in front of him, lounging in the other chair, watching. There was something about his eyes and the colour of his face and the slight part of his lips that Jack was pretty sure wasn't from the ADAM.

Before Jack could settle in for a really good hateful glare, pain kicked through the heat around his senses and he hissed, winced, and shifted again to no effect. This time, he could hear it when Atlas laughed to himself.

"Gotta say, you look real good like that, boyo."

Of course. Jack rolled his eyes, shut them, and scowled harder, but pride be damned, he needed to be more comfortable. He didn't catch the sound of the chair moving immediately - distraction aside, through the cloud of ADAM around his ears it sounded like a squeak from a door, or a pipe, or something far away from where he was. Atlas' hand on his stomach was a little more noticeable. Jack went still and stared, while Atlas' eyes flicked up at him, and he smirked. And he pressed.

Jack flinched immediately, and tried to edge himself backwards. Atlas laughed.

"What's a matter? Does that hurt?"

Atlas's hand followed him until Jack's back was cornered by the chair, and there was nowhere else to go. Jack exhaled through his teeth sharply, an attempt to hold back a whine that failed as Atlas slowly pressed the heel of his palm into Jack's stomach.

"What, it does?"

Jack didn't want to give him the satisfaction of answering, but the slugs in his belly were pinched too close, and a new wave of pain stung at him from inside when they lashed in their tighter quarters. He whined again, thin and strained, and that was enough - Atlas relaxed his hand, and Jack gasped from the immediate relief, before he noticed Atlas was still there.

He opened his eyes, saw the hand, and then squinted up at Atlas.

"Do you want me to stop?" Atlas said, smirking.

Jack just stared, so Atlas went back to work, pressing just a little on Jack's stomach.

"Tell me to stop," Atlas - Fontaine said coolly.

Jack winced, but gave Fontaine another confused look, because there wasn't a point. It didn't matter what he said or felt, Fontaine had made it clear that he had a plan and was going to go through with it.

As it happened, Atlas had a plan he intended to go through with now, and wasn't going to let Jack's silence get in the way.

"Tell me to stop, would you kindly?"

"Stop," Jack said quickly, though no less understanding. For a brief moment, he felt good seeing the smirk on Fontaine's face slip, but then he leaned forward, shifting his hand to dig his knuckles in right where the still-living slugs seemed to be the thickest.

Jack tried to lock his teeth against making any noise about it, but it was too much, and moan ground out from the back of his throat.

"Would you kindly tell me to stop?"

"Stop," Jack panted, "Fuck - just stop."

He could nearly hear Fontaine's smirk get wider, but he lightened up his hand, at least. Only to press his thumb in again. Jack squirmed and hissed.

"Stop! Please!"

He finally leaned away, and Jack was able to catch his breath, until he got his eyes to focus again and he found where Fontaine's other hand had went, and what he had in it.

Another slug. Jack's eyes widened. He didn't need to groan, his stomach did that for him. It'd been doing that for awhile, with everything going on in there, but now it seemed particularly emphatic.

"Would you kindly tell me you've had enough?"

"I've had enough," he said breathlessly.

"Oh, like you mean it."

"I - I've had enough," he swallowed, and tore his eyes away from the slug. "Please."

Fontaine sat back, studying Jack with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

"Now, would you kindly ask ol' Atlas to help you?"

Jack's own eyes flinched, but he couldn't avoid it:

"Atlas - help me. Please."

He threw that last part in to get Fontaine to ease up on him. There wasn't a lot of room for pride, like this.

"You want my help, boyo?"

like you mean it. Jack sucked in a breath and nodded, and looked Atlas in the eyes.

"Yes. Atlas, please- ah -" he shifted again, but didn't stop, "-please. I need your help."

Atlas closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and let it out slow. He opened them and smiled, plain and genuine with nothing underneath.

"Well then. I'll help you out, Jack."

Atlas leaned forward and gently cupped Jack's jaw with his free hand, and tilted his head back before Jack realized what was happening. Still happening. Jack choked a sound out through his teeth and wanted to shake his head, or even just turn it away, but Atlas' grip was firm.

"Shhh, now, don't be so nervous," he said, voice softer, honeyed through the ADAM haze. It was just the ADAM. Atlas had never been that gentle.

"I've got you. I'm here."

The slug was close enough to brush against his face when it moved, and the cold trails blossomed pleasantly along his skin until he remembered where it was from and why it was there. Jack's throat was tight, but he knew that wouldn't help anything.

He was the one groaning, this time, but Atlas hushed him, first with his voice and fingers, then with slug number seven.