2025-02-08 2:01:59 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > I am now thinking about that one Jon goes with Jonah instead of to the safe house and has a free use thing going on concept. Hmgjfhfb. I’m so normal about it right now.

> > He can’t look Martin in the eye after everything. He can’t take it anymore. The starvation. The side way glances. The constant pain and guilt and knowing he’ll always be too late. He can’t forget how easy he was to leave behind. So. He slips away. With Jonah. With his dad. Who’s so, so warm. Who holds him the whole way back. Who told him he’s always been his favorite. He’s always wanted him so, so badly. If he would come with him. If he’d just say yes. He could pamper him. He could take care of him in all the ways he craves. He could be held and used and adored, never have to be alone again, never have to be let go again. He’d be happy to keep him for forever. He’d never have to be abandoned or cold or hungry. He could feed to his hearts content and wake up full and cared for and safe. He wouldn’t ever have to ask again. Jonah could just take him whenever he wanted. Make him feed. He wouldn’t have to live with the guilt. With the misery. He could just get fucked and feed and be used and cherished, for the rest of their lives.

> > He takes him to a house he’d had when he was Jonah. They share a bed. He’s so warm. He’s so warm he can hardly bear it. He cries the first time he takes him in that big, soft bed. So warm, so full of knowledge and fear and finally *sated*, so full of him. Jonah collars him right then and there, he tells him he made it just for him. Tags saying he belongs to Jonah. To return him to him, if lost. The thought makes the heat in his belly roar, and make him cry into his chest. He’s hairier now. Fuzzy. He has bruises from prison. He kisses all of them, without thinking about it. Jonahs eyes soften, and he ruffles his hair. He decides he likes it. Being his. It’s nice.

> > “You’ll have a long time to get used to it.” Jonah promises. He wants to stay caged in his firm, comfortable arms forever.

> > Jon getting used to the arrangement. Sometimes they’ll be mid conversation and Jonah will just reach under his shirt, begin playing with his tits or start stretching him. Or just put his fingers in his mouth. Acts like he has no idea what he’s talking about if he’s surprised. Slowly it becomes…normal. Simple. Comforting. Jonah likes, on these occasions, to pretend everything’s normal. That *he’s* the desperate one, throwing himself at him. Like he just can’t keep it together. Like his dad is so kind, indulging him like this. “Look at you. You’re all wet. I haven’t even done anything yet. Come on, Jon. Let’s get you sorted.” Like it’s normal. Of course he’s groping him, he was bored of his crossword and Jon was right there. Of course he sticks his fingers in his cunt with no warning, Jon was stretching out and looked too serious. Really, Jon should expect it by now. “I’m your father. It’s my job to take care of you. Don’t be ridiculous, Jon.”

> > Other times, it’s more acknowledged. Sometimes Jon isn’t even clothed all day, because Jonah told him he’s not going to be needing them that day. Jonah tugging on his leash to get him to come over and give him a blowjob while he finishes writing something or other. Making happy little sighs as Jon tries so hard to appease him, scritching his scalp just right. He’s quickly deciding he likes it. Being a pet. It’s nice. It’s comfortable. It’s so easy. And Jonah tells him he’s a good boy, the perfect pet, and when Jon gripes that nobody would ever say that about him, Jonah suddenly yanks him up by the leash.

> > “Don’t *ever* say that. Ever. You’re mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. They don’t matter. None of them matter. You’re *my* Jon, and I say you’re good.”

> > He got spanked until he screamed for saying it. Until he was crying and writhing and begging him stop stop stop, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because Jonah knew better, and he knew he needed to be punished. “You are *good*, Jon.” Jonah snarls, “And ill make you understand that if i have to beat it into you.” Jon had cried that he’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but Jonah hadn’t let him up until he’d said he was good, that he deserved this, that none of them knew him like Jonah did, that none of them loved him like Jonah did, that he was Jonahs favorite and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Until Jonah let up, and finally let him rest.

> > Sometimes, they play with Jon fighting back. Sometimes, when Jon hates himself, he tries to run. He tries to fight with all his strength, but Jonah is stronger. Jonah is bigger. And Jon had starved himself for so long (“Poor baby.” Jonah coos, as he thrashes underneath him. “This is why you need this, Jon. You clearly can’t be trusted with taking care of yourself. It’s okay. You don’t have to anymore.” He kisses him even as Jon screams and curses to be let out. Pleas he’d hate himself for if they worked. He’s so glad they don’t, and he hates himself for that too. “Shhh. None of that. You deserve this, and I won’t let you deny yourself anymore.”) that he truly didn’t stand a chance against him. Sometimes he’s fine and he still fights. He just wants to lose. He just wants to be reminded that Jonah can do anything, and it doesn’t matter what he does. He can scream and shout the cruelest things and it’s *okay.* It’ll all be okay. He can be so so awful, so bratty and annoying and high mantience, and Jonah will laugh at him. Like he’s just throwing a tantrum. Like he doesn’t know anything at all. And then he’ll force him down and say he knows he needs this, even if Jon wants to pretend he doesn’t. “I know what you need, Jon. It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to forget why you even fought me this hard. You deserve this. Just let your dad take care of you.”

> > “I can’t.” He sobs. “I can’t I can’t I can’t-”

> > Jonah cups his face. “That’s okay. It’s okay, Jon. If it makes you feel better, fight me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want. You know you won’t be able to win. It’s okay.”

> > Jon sobs. His body shakes with it. He’s so wet, he’s dripping all over himself, he can’t think he just wants to be- used. Violated. Forced down and split open and *hurt.* Made to cum until he can hardly move. He doesn’t want to win. He doesn’t want to escape. He just wants to- to-

> > “It’s okay. I forgive you, Jon.”

> > Jon kisses him, tugs his hair as hard as he possibly can, and sobs that it hurts and he can’t and it’s wrong it’s so wrong dad why does it feel good dad I’m scared until he’s just a helpless little puddle beneath him. Whining that it hurts so bad and they need to stop and he’s gonna cum. Jonah smiles at him like he hung the moon. Jonah tells him he’s so lucky to be his dad. Jon can’t remember the last time he’d felt so wanted.

> > The first time Jon gets drugged, he doesn’t even expect it. It’d been terrifying. It’d been incredible. He’d begged no please stop dad I can’t move dad why can’t I move and Jonah had kissed him so gently on the forehead. Said it was okay, it was on purpose, he was safe here. “I’m gonna make it better, Jon. I promise. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Cooing reassurance as he used him, as Jon slowly stopped being able to even move. As his eyes got so, so heavy. His thoughts got so hazy. Nothings there except feeling good and being so full and Jonah telling him he’s such a sweet boy, such a pretty toy, and purring happily because he’s making his dad proud and he likes it. He likes being such a good boy for him. He thinks he’s cumming. He doesn’t know. Everything’s all fuzzy and warm. He’s so warm. He hopes he stays warm forever.

> > Jon can scream and beg not to make him cum again, it hurts so bad, he can’t do it, he can’t, and it won’t matter. He can try so hard to claw his way out of his bindings and it won’t matter. To anyone, it’d look like he’s just helpless. He doesn’t even have to choose it. He doesn’t have to do anything. It’s. It’s a relief. It’s nothing but a relief.

> > Sometimes they go days without fucking. Doing other things. Enjoying other pleasures. Sometimes Jon spends days in subspace, so deep underwater Jonah muses that it’d be cruel *not* to use him like he deserves. He never knows what it’ll be. It’s so nice. To not have to know anything. To just know things because he needs to, because that’s who he is. To have no one to protect. To just be someone else’s problem.

> > The apocalypse happens still but. I’d like to think Jonah gives him like. Two months of being his pet in a normal setting before him being his pet in The Apocalypse. As a reward, for being so good. Also he’s going to SPOIL him during the apocalypse.

> > All this to say how do we feel about mag 160 but horny

> Thinking about Jonah asking while Jon’s in subspace how he feels after killing Peter and he’s too blissed out to deny that he feels *good.* He feels incredible. So full and sated and he can breathe easier, he can *think* again, he’d been so hungry and so scared and it’d felt good. He’d do it again. Thinking about Jonah cooing he’ll keep him well fed from now on. He’ll never go hungry again. He’ll provide for him. All the statements he could ever need. He’ll get nice and strong again.

> I am thinking about the Jon getting all hazy on too many statements thing. Jon sleepy from over indulgence. Jon unable to feel guilty yet when he’s so full and warm and comfy, and his dad’s voice is so nice and gentle and he’s telling him how proud he is, look at him, he’s grown so much, what a clever boy, that must’ve felt so good, huh? And Jon chirps happily and nods because it did, it felt so good, he feels so good like this, he’s warm and safe and full and why hadn’t he done this before? This was so much better. So much easier. Jonah playing with his dick, achy and sensitive when he’s all blissed out and easily confused. Too many statements makes for too much information to keep track of. He can barely hold a thought. That’s okay, though. Jonahs fucking him, which means he doesn’t have to think. He can just sit there and look pretty. Is Jonah saying that? He doesn’t know. It feels nice. He likes when Jonah pets his hair and tells him he’s so so proud and that he’s the perfect archivist, his perfect boy. He likes it when Jonah uses him. He’s barely even awake. His thoughts are nothing but never ending repetition of yes good horny full warm safe loved more. He sinks into the bed and lets his dad take such good care of him, because he can’t remember a single reason why he wouldn’t when it feels this good <3