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I need Jon to be a Gothic heroine in the horniest way possible. Here is a place with all the answers you've ever wanted and a kind looking man who is so wise and reassuring and steady even when you fall apart. He is there for you when no one else is. He catches you when you fall. He strokes your back and tells you he's so proud of you, and it's okay, you can rest now. He'll handle it all from here. Here are all the answers you've ever needed to know. Don't you want to go inside? Don't you want to ask him a question? Aren't you curious? Don't you need to know? Go on, step into his institute. Let him dress you up in finery and shower you in praise and tell you you're beautiful. He won't force you through any doors, but he will suggest them. He will be waiting for you, watching to see if you'll cross through the other side. And he will greet you with a smile, pet your hair and tell you how proud he is, how clever you are. And you will learn to love him. Don't look behind you. Surely he wouldn't lock the door. Yes, of course he loves you, but surely not too much to let you leave. Isnt the nightgown he got you pretty? Sorry. I think I got possessed. This isn't even horny what happened. I just got hit by JONELIAS BUT GOTHIC beams. Whoops

- skiesandcandy

anaceshornyblog:

> Jon didn’t know when the doors had locked for good.

> Was it when he first arrived? Desperate for answers, and willing to do anything for them? Clawing at anything that could give him just the hint of where to start? When he had finally thought he found a place where he could belong?

> Was it when he met Jonah? Who listened to him, showed him where he could find his answers, offered him a place. Jon had spent so much time searching for answers and here was someone who could help. Was it when he started letting Jonah take care of him? Dress him up in finery and whisper such sweet praise in his ear as he worked.

> Was it when he went home with him after a long day of searching for answers? Was that the last line?

> Was it when he accepted the white nightgown, the cloth soft against his skin. When he let Jonah kiss him and tell him that he was so very good? When Jonah pressed him into the bed, whispering that Jon was so perfect his hands cold on his skin. When he thrust inside, and Jon let him, because Jonah was the only one who had ever given him answers. When he filled him and Jon keened in pleasure, even as he ignored the feeling of being trapped seeping into his bones. When he lay there afterward caged in Jonah’s arms, staring at a reflection that didn’t look much like him anymore,

> Jon didn’t want to look back at the doors now, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. No surely if he wanted to leave, he could, he wasn’t trapped he lied to himself. Jonah’s arms wrapped around him as he fought the urge to glance at the doors, his grip was iron tight his lips ghosting over his ear. “Come now Jon you have so much more to learn here, you aren’t thinking of leaving?”

> Jon tried to speak tried to make a sound but it was like a hand had clamped down on his throat, and he knew the trap was sprung. Even if the doors were open wide there was nothing for Jon out there, his answers were here, Jonah was here.

> So Jon let himself be led, to whatever horrible fate awaited him in the end, like a lamb to the slaughter. Only that wasn’t really true, he could have turned away, could have left at any point before the lock clicked shut. He was not an innocent lamb, he had seen the predator’s jaws and walked inside knowing what it meant as they clamped shut.