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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.

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Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
After Frank neutralizes Jack as a threat to his Rapturous supremacy he actually becomes a little fond of the kid. There's somethin' real sweet and docile about him when he's like this and sometimes he can't help but treat him nice.

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Omg cute

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-04 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 12:33 am (UTC)(link)


Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
I initially meant like, good bad end... but it's still bad... so it's weird

but of course now I see I really meant the fic with the splicing

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Weird bad end..? Like, how some games have good ends, bad ends, and ends that are ostensibly "bad ends" but only in the sense that they're different from the good ends..? (Like the Silent Hill "UFO/Dog" endings that are usually HAPPIER, if more wtf, than the good ends?) ...If any of that made any sense..?
Cause if so, I am in full support of this prompt! (Plus Jack in a muzzle, yes plz!)

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
man this is what I get for prompting things at 4 am


I mean right now im almost certain I meant the dog end for silent hill

but at the time I meant like, bad end in that jack loses, good end in that Fontaine doesn't like beat the shit out of him constantly, but still a bad end because he becomes Fontaine's pet. but the bottom line like, growing fond of him like petting his hair petting his face, just growing to like him all broken for him despite himself and treating him sort of surprisingly sweetly and gently for ol Frank, very shocking

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
I am laughing so hard

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
I don't actually know what petplay is tbh but I really like the sound of this prompt

Re: Jack/Frank Fontaine, weird bad end, petplay

(Anonymous) 2014-04-05 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It's okay it doesn't have to be petplay at all!! Just simultaneously condescending, dehumanizing, but uncharacteristically gentle.

weird boring fill

(Anonymous) 2014-05-19 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Jack doesn’t move his own body anymore. Or, maybe he never did in the first place, but at least he had the illusion of control, the concept of free will, the idea that he could want something himself and move towards it. Even in those moments where he felt some kind of pull, something outside himself that was forcing him to obey, he’d never been able to question the idea that it was anything more than agreeing with the suggestion.

But that’s all gone, now, any semblance of will stamped out since the moment he’d taken that step towards Ryan, since his natural obedience was explained to him, since Fontaine had taken over the city—since he’d helped Fontaine take over the city—and he’d been escorted to his master’s side, immediately ordered not to raise a hand against him, immediately ordered to stay calm, quiet, obedient.

He hasn’t moved since then. Only watched his body move wherever it’s told to go, like shaky footage from a camcorder, unable to redirect the path it moves along.

Fontaine was angry at first, with all the extra effort he had to put in to get him just to complete daily tasks, but after a few blanket orders—“Don’t go and let yourself starve, would you kindly,” “Sleep over here when you have to, would you kindly?”—it was easy for both of them to relax into a routine.

It’s easy to lose track of time, now, letting his mind wander as his body does as it’s told, goes where it’s ordered to, kills who it’s ordered to, and it’s easy to not realize a day is over until he’s already lying down and told to rest. The hard part, really, is ignoring the sensations he can still feel—bullets, flames, hooks, things that pierce his skin and shatter his bones and if it weren’t for Fontaine’s orders he would probably let all of it consume him, let the pain take him away from this sleepwalk of a life for good, but he’s not allowed to die. Not by any means that he could prevent, at least. So he tends to his wounds, walks through the pain, and tries again to step back from his body and lose track of what he’s doing.

But Fontaine notices—of course he notices, he’s too observant and too invested in his pet project not to—and he’s expecting his one refuge to be taken from him with a single order—pay attention, watch carefully, don’t space out on me, would you kindly?—but it never happens.

Instead, he finds himself pulled out of his empty headspace—this time not by pain, but by warmth, by a soft surface against his back, by a hand in his hair and a voice in his ear, muttering words that he starts to hear more clearly—whispers of praise and appreciation and hot breath on his ears and neck that fades into lips and teeth, and for once, he doesn’t want to tune it all out.

Fontaine’s hands aren’t the work-calloused hands of the man-of-the-people he claimed to be, but they aren’t soft, either—just rough enough to provide a varied texture as they glide across Jack’s skin, just flawed enough to seem real, too real to ignore completely as he slowly manages to focus completely on the sensation and begins to react.

“There’s my boy,” Fontaine says in response to the soft noises he’s started making, not so much pleasure as relief amid the constant stream of noise and blood and orders he’s used to, like the moment you turn off the radio and the air seems emptier without the static you hadn’t even noticed, he feels open and unarmed and relaxed. “Look me in the eye, would ya?”

It takes him a second to register that his body isn’t moving, that his gaze is still on the ceiling and not moving at Fontaine’s command—that it wasn’t a command, but a request.

He looks at Fontaine.

“What a good kid,” he says, putting a hand around the back of his neck, fingers teasing at the short hairs there. “Didn’t even have to ask nicely.”

Jack doesn’t know how to respond, not used to being so aware of the moment, but Fontaine saves him the trouble by nudging two fingers in his mouth, slipping easily past his teeth and pressing into his tongue, not enough to make him gag but enough that his mouth wouldn’t be closing without some amount of effort—not that he would try in the first place.

He doesn’t give any more orders, apparently content to watch Jack’s jaw go slack and his eyes starts to lose focus as he wonders what he’s supposed to be doing—Fontaine’s done this before, but usually with an order to suck, or a threat to cut out his tongue, this is…strange. But careful, in a way, like he’s examining him for signs of disease.

“Didn’t even bite,” Fontaine finally says, finally removing his hand to thumb away a small amount of saliva that had collected at the corner of Jack’s mouth, “Such a good boy.”

Fontaine keeps saying that, good boy, sweet kid, obedient little pet, and he doesn’t know what he’s meant to do at this point besides let the words wash over him and feel Fontaine’s hands continue moving over his body and it’s so strange and new and good, having nothing but praise in his ears and warmth in his chest and somewhere along the line he ends up clinging to Fontaine’s shoulders as the man strokes his cock at a slow, steady pace, holding his body steady with his other hand and still praising him, sweet words punctuated by small bites and sharp breaths. It’s not enough, he wants more but he doesn’t know how to ask, doesn’t even remember the last time he spoke with his own words.

But then Fontaine picks up the pace, bites down hard into the soft spot between his neck and his shoulder, and Jack cries out until his mouth is sputtering out something he means to sound like “Please—

His whole body trembles as he comes, tensing for a few moments and then relaxing into Fontaine’s arms, his breath shaky, and he’s barely able to register Fontaine’s shifting position as he gently sets Jack down on his back, looms over him and holds himself up with one hand while the other hand works to get himself off, his breathing getting harder but the words never stopping—so good for me, never gonna leave me, are ya, even if you could you wouldn’t want to, right?—and then Jack feels something warm and wet across his stomach, and Fontaine sinking heavily into the mattress beside him, and Jack’s too exhausted to keep his eyes open anymore, but just as he starts to sink into unconsciousness he can barely make out one more word from Fontaine.


Re: weird boring fill

(Anonymous) 2014-05-20 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit this is so good, it's basically all I could ever have wanted THANK YOU ASDFGHJKHFGHJK (not OP, just a rabid fan)

Re: weird boring fill

(Anonymous) 2014-05-22 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
I can't with this