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BIOSHOCK KINK MEME
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.
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Pomegranate Seeds 6/6
(Anonymous) 2014-04-22 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)"Here we are, Jack. Just lie down over here," Atlas said softly, guiding him around to the side, easing him to the bed. Jack followed willingly, lying back on the mattress with a sigh at its give, and at the extra space relaxing seemed to give his stomach.
He stayed like that, for a few breaths, and then raised his head. There was a pillow leaning against the frame at the head of the bed, and it propped him up enough to see himself, and the glow under his sweater. He frowned, and after a second, hitched it back up, so it wouldn't mute the glow. At first, he just let his eyes drink in this other patch of light, the only one that was both real and warm, watching it shift, and not always with his breathing, like the rest of his stomach. Then, slowly, he slid his hands over his belly. He laughed, a little, watching the light through the thinner part of his fingers, and how the silhouettes from the rest broke it up. He started moving them - a little faster than Atlas, and better placed - but he slowed down not long after, distracted as he was with the light in general.
A light, coming from his belly. Huh. That was a lot of ADAM in there, wasn't it? He wondered how much one of the girls could get from him like this.
He was feeling sore enough already, his stomach especially, but sometimes something would hurt a little more, suddenly. Like now - he didn't register it immediately, he just noticed the brightness of the glow shifted. But then pain lanced just behind that spot, and he hissed.
"What's the matter now?" Atlas said, close.
Jack risked glancing at him, but not long enough to find his eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted to. Instead of figuring it out, he shut his eyes and grimaced.
"I dunno - it still hurts."
"Here, let me see."
Atlas gently guided one of his hands away, up and over his head. He didn't really notice until Atlas reached for the other one. He looked at him, a little confused, but Atlas was smiling and warm, and with a few kind words, convinced him to let his hand be guided away, into a cold cuff above his head.
It kind of made sense - after all, it was easier to see the glow and his stomach and what was wrong if his hands weren't in the way. Right? That's what Atlas was doing.
With the way clear, Atlas crouched by the bed, and touched his fingertips to Jack's belly, and ran them down to just under his navel. He raised his head enough to glance at Jack, and this time meeting his eyes was unavoidable.
"Tell me where it hurts, if you can."
Jack's throat was tight, but he nodded.
Atlas thankfully turned his gaze back to Jack's stomach, as he moved his fingers.
"Here?"
No. Atlas's hand trailed to the other side of Jack's belly, the skin tingling in his wake. He repeated the question, Jack shook his head, and Atlas' fingers shifted again. Jack's eyes were focused on them, and how they were cast in red as they neared the brightest part of the light inside him.
He didn't realize Atlas had spoken again (though there had been a nicer sounding swell of noise in the buzz around his ears) as he watched those fingers circle around his navel, shallow and sensitive from the pressure behind it. They stopped, and Atlas asked again - "Am I closer?"
He felt a stronger throb of pain, and saw his belly twitch, but above where Atlas' hand was. Jack swallowed on a dry throat, and nodded, slowly, slightly - close, but not there. Atlas' fingers traced another ring, and then moved up.
"Here, then?" he asked, rubbing his fingers back and forth under Jack's ribs.
Jack pursed his lips against any sound, but Atlas' hands seemed to get heavier with each stroke, until something like a strangled whimper squeaked by him. Atlas stopped, and looked up at him again. For a second, his eyes were cold, but then they were kind, and the weight lifted.
"Ah, is that it?"
Jack nodded, and Atlas smiled earnestly. He pulled his hand away and stood up.
"I know just the thing to help - wait right here, and I'll be back shortly.”
Jack swallowed down a protest - he didn't want Atlas to leave. Not after everything - and what if he didn't come back?
But Atlas said he would. So Jack nodded, and set his head back, and tried to memorize the ceiling instead of watching Atlas leave. But his stomach wasn't as quick to leave his mind- it wasn't long before the pain rolling in it built up too much again. Clenching his jaw, he shifted his weight, a little, at first. But that hardly seemed to settle anything, and at a particularly hard lash from something, he grunted and rolled partway to the side, stretching back. It helped, somehow - provided just a little more room for his stomach, though stretching any more than he already had was painful as well. Eventually the balance between the tension in his stomach and the tightness of his skin shifted, to the point where Jack felt it was safe to lie back again. His guts groaned a little when he flopped onto his back, but it beat whatever they were doing before. He tried to catch his breath, and look at the ceiling, to watch the patterns there swirl and swish, but pain started to rise again, just behind and above his navel.
He moaned quietly to himself, and raised his head. He couldn't make sense of most of the shapes in the room, let alone tell if any of them were Atlas. So he focused on himself - the glow distracted him again, as did how much he seemed to move when he breathed in, and then out. But the lights inside him - some of them, it seemed, if he squinted - they shifted, and with it, a sharp, stinging pain.
"Ahh--" breathily. Something moved again and he whined, short and quiet, and tried to shift it around. Maybe if he could sit up- but aside from the awkwardness of his arms, they were stuck. Cuffed.
He was starting to wonder why Atlas did that.
Until he came back and Jack could ask him, though, he'd have to deal with this.
He rolled to the other side now, but this time he tried to draw his knees up, to curl around the pain. That only just made him feel more compressed, though. Christ, he hoped Atlas would come back soon.
Maybe if he just focused on breathing, that would help. He tried to do that, he tried to keep his eyes shut from the shifting patterns in the air while he tried to do that, but then one noise slipped into focus over the others: the sound of steel against steel, a small metal object removed from a tray.
Jack opened his eyes to a shimmering image, so white it was nearly blue, clear in places but never all at once. A man in a coat, a mask covering his nose and mouth, a band with a metal disk on his head, a scalpel in his hand.
"The forms are all signed?" he asked, fuzzily.
Someone Jack couldn't hear answered him, and he nodded.
"Good, good. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?" he said lightly, leaning forward.
No! Jack rolled to his side, twisting away from what he knew wasn't there but was threatening to feel real.
"Yeah, don't worry baby, you'll be a bigger star than Jasmine," said a stocky, shining man in an open pinstripe suit.
"I've been talkin' to some director pals, think I'm close to gettin' a position for you. Now tell me you've got a position for me, sweetheart."
Jack grimaced and shut his eyes, trying to block out that one voice. It wasn't hard, with the white noise of others seeping in.
"Just keep walking, leave him in the gutter-" "What do you think this is, a charity?" "Incision on the upper-right..." "Gonna be topping the charts before you know it!" "He doesn't look like he's sleeping, Mr. Bubbles-" "-Anaesthesia levels are correct, aren't they?"
Jack risked looking - it was a mistake that found him surrounded by pale figures and dead white eyes. He looked at the ceiling - transparent cyan ghosts swam through the room. He shut his eyes again, pressed his head back into the pillow, and whined. That was all he could do, and it didn't help with the rest: voices buzzed in his ear, wavering, fading, hissing, uneven - and his skin shivered under the faint touches of someone else's memories.
And the rest of him - all he could feel were the rough stitches of his clothes and his comforter, they may as well have been him. He felt about as tough as the mattress sinking beneath him. Sinking further, sinking further - he had not been floating, exactly, more like he was suspended where he was, ungrounded. But as he sank now, he wasn't sure that was better. He didn't know what he'd find when he reached the bottom.
He found fingers against his face, then through his hair. The touch was solid, heavier, hotter than the others, but he turned his head away from it all the same, until he heard a voice, solid, heavier, and hotter than the others:
"Shh, now, Jackie, I'm here. It's just me," Atlas said softly, and moved his hand back to Jack's cheek, stroking gently.
Atlas. It was Atlas.
Jack immediately leaned into the touch, pressing himself against Atlas' hand. He still didn't open his eyes, in case - in case this was somehow another memory, as if he'd open them and see Atlas as cyan and white and flickering as the ghosts, instead of golden and steady.
"Atlas," He moaned, quietly.
He heard a sharp breath above him, and the fingers stilled, and for a terrifying second he thought they'd go away.
He tried to move his hand, to hold Atlas and to make sure he didn't leave again, but something rattled instead. He rolled over, then, and the hand moved, but it slid to his hair instead of going away entirely, which gave him hope.
"Please - don't go. Please," Jack said, quiet, hoarse.
"Never, Jack. I'll always stay with you. I'll never let you slip away, all right?"
Good. Good. Jack relaxed, sighing, finally sure (but not entirely, there was a sick feeling in his chest that must have meant it), that he was safe, and he opened his eyes.
Atlas was there, laying alongside him on the bed. He was golden, dark, and firmly real, not a part of him wavered, or flickered, or was false.
Jack smiled, slowly, unsure for a second - but he was content. Atlas wouldn't leave him. Not again. Atlas smiled back.
They stayed like that, for a moment. And then Atlas' eyes shifted.
"Are you doin' better then?"
Jack didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if he was, or even what Atlas meant, exactly. He understood a little better when Atlas moved his hand away from Jack's cheek, to slide along Jack's stomach. It still ached, but with Atlas here, it didn't eat up his focus as much.
He took a breath, thought if he wanted to answer, and then tore his eyes away from Atlas'.
"I dunno."
"Well, let's have a look, shall we?"
He pushed, and Jack was sure meant to be gentle, it was still uncomfortable. He rolled onto his back with a grunt, and a quiet gurgle from his stomach. Atlas shifted a little lower down the bed, still laying down, but with his head level to Jack's belly and the glow still pulsating inside of it.
Jack squinted at Atlas, trying to see him clear through the mist in his vision, yes, but also wondering what he was going to do about -- whatever was bothering him. Then, Atlas flattened his hand against Jack's skin. His hand moved as slow as ever, fingers spread out as he slid his palm over Jack's belly, up, then down, to his ribs, to just under his navel. It was nice, really nice, considering how tense he felt beneath the skin.
Jack sighed, long, deep, content, and let his head fall back against the pillow. Let his eyes shut and let his mind wander to his senses. There was still the discomfort of cold and phantom voices at the edges of everything, as always, but more prominent, and overall, more real, was Atlas and his warmth, and that was enough. He felt like sinking into the bed - the seams that were scraping him before seemed to embrace him now, and it wasn't so bad, this time. Drifting wasn't so bad, with Atlas to anchor him.
Jack pulled himself out of the sea of his senses, enough to open his eyes. He found Atlas easy enough, as he watched his hand backlit by that red glow, not unlike Jack earlier. Hah.
"I wanna kiss you." The words fell out of Jack's mouth before he realized he was saying them. It was hazy, but it was loud enough for Atlas to hear anyway. Jack was still warm all over, but now it was his ears that burned the most.
Atlas looked up, and it seemed like it was delayed, but he smiled, smirked, a little. He didn't seem... Upset. Or whatever Jack was dreading. He chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
“You are desperate, aren’t you?” he said.
But before the shame could sink too far into Jack, Atlas leaned forward to kiss that light between his fingers. Not... quite what Jack meant, but the texture of Atlas' lips was one that he missed already, and always welcomed.
Atlas kept his head against Jack's stomach, as his thumb started tracing circles again, idly, and inconsistent. Barely anything at all, but still enough to make Jack sigh and relax again. He was sore, but Atlas was a comfort, as always.
"Look at all that," he muttered, and Jack almost couldn't hear him. He could hear, and almost feel the chuckle that followed.
There was wetness and warmth - Atlas' tongue against his skin, licking up the side of his belly.
"Ah, I can almost taste it," he said, his voice - something was off about it, corroding at the edges. Maybe it was just low, and maybe it was just the ADAM humming all throughout Jack's veins.
Atlas grinned, Jack could tell, because he felt his teeth against the skin of his stomach.
"I wonder what someone would pay to rip the ADAM out of ya."
Jack grinned too, because he was just thinking something like that not long ago, how funny. But then Atlas' hand grew heavy, pushing down, and though he tried not to, a quiet groan whimpered out of the back of his throat. Atlas didn't notice, he'd fastened his mouth against his belly again, nipping the skin, pressing his face against it and it against his face.
"You're mine, kid," Atlas said, his voice low and vibrating against Jack, staring at the light like he was talking to it. Jack nodded, quickly, because that had always been the case.
Pomegranate Author
(Anonymous) 2014-04-22 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)op
(Anonymous) 2014-04-22 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Pomegranate Seeds 6/6
(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 04:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Pomegranate Seeds 6/6
(Anonymous) 2015-06-29 05:56 am (UTC)(link)Re: Pomegranate Seeds 6/6
(Anonymous) 2018-12-09 02:23 am (UTC)(link)Pomegranate Seeds Author here
(Anonymous) 2020-03-11 12:56 am (UTC)(link)I see this comment and super wish I can tell you, wherever you are anon, to YES PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING BASED ON MY FUCKED UP KINK STORY!!! both sequels can exist in harmony i'm sure of it!
All I ask is for you to link it here, haha
Pomegranate Seeds Author here, again
(Anonymous) 2020-03-14 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Pomegranate Seeds Author here
(Anonymous) 2020-12-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)i return every so often to this kink meme to read some old favourites, including this fic, and if you wrote a sequel i would be ALL over that