Sometimes I think about scary and dangerous Monster Jon, who is very much not a lap dog, still trying to curl up in Elias’s or Sasha’s lap. They then cannot move because they must not disturb the baby on pain of having a whiny pouty monster. No Sasha does not use this as an excuse to not work don’t be silly, it’s the rules.
nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they’ve ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i’m going in there with a hammer
“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real
Look I talk a lot about specifically Elias treating Jon like a dog here, but not enough about treating him like a doll. Just know I am always turning it in my brain.
Elias dressing Jon up in whatever he wants, commenting on how his doll is so life like, how pretty it is. Jon doesn’t have to worry about doing anything, it’s just a doll, it can’t even move on its own. Elias showing off his doll at Donor meetings, letting them touch and squeeze wherever they want, but they have to be gentle, it is very delicate.
Jon trying to sit so still as its chest is being fondled, and everyone is talking about it like it’s just an object. Elias spreading his legs to show off how intricate his doll is, showing off the plug he placed there that has been slowly driving Jon insane. Jon is soaked and Elias jokes about how advanced some dolls are these days.
oh i love you fucked up mentor-mentee dynamics i love you dynamics that aren’t quite friendship or family or romantic but some other thing that’s like “you taught me how to be everything i know and i am grateful to you and i would die for you but also i resent you so much i love you i hate you how could you disappoint me like this i will spend my entire life wishing that i could love you but i will always hate you a little for how you made me feel–even if it made me stronger”
Jonpeter should have some miserable awful wretched sex in S4. Peter should exploit Jon’s degradation kink and self-loathing in a way that makes Jon feel absolutely wretched during sex and dropping HARD after. Jon feeling so gut-wrenchingly terrible and lonely and yet almost Seen and Known for what he truly is should have him cumming with a sob and then stumbling back down to the archives to curl up in the fetal position and sob for several hours until he feels hollow and wrung dry. Peter digs his claws into every vulnerable festering wound and it’s awful and overwhelming and Jon’s body is responding to it. He hates it. He thinks he deserves it. He aches when he goes too long between scenes. He needs it. He hates it. It’s the closest thing he has to comfort. Elias is gone. This miserable, turbulent fling is all he has left now.
Now I am thinking about Peter having Elias call him from prison while he’s got Jon choking on his dick. He’s fine he doesn’t need to breathe. Jon struggling to get his mouth free, but Peter’s grip in his hair is too tight. Peter talking with Elias about how the Institute is doing, the budget, just the most mundane things. Then talking about his good Jon is being. How well trained he is, and how much effort Elias must have put into him.
Peter asking very dramatically if Elias would like to talk to Jon. Elias telling Jon that he’s so proud of him for being such a good boy. Peter pulling Jon off his cock only for the call to disconnect before Jon can speak. Oops guess they’ll have to do this the next time Elias is allowed to make a phone call.
Adding thoughts onto here because the fic is long, but Jon going back, because everyone even just that smallest hope is enough to tempt him. Also Jon using Peter to punish himself because surely he’s done something wrong? Why else wouldn’t Elias talk to him? Why won’t he just take his call? Jon going to Peter asking him to hurt him, and Peter gleefully doing so because he likes hurting Elias’s archivist. Because it’s not about each other it’s about Elias haunting the narrative between the two.
Jon generally sleeps in his father’s bed, but as he gets older he starts trying to distance himself, to drop the leftover habit from his childhood. But then one day he’s come back from college after being away from his dad for so very long, and he tries to sleep in his own lonely room but he can’t, not with his father warm and safe and solid on the other side of the wall, and so he creeps over to his father’s room only to discover that Elias is asleep, and over the months they’ve been apart he’s apparently gotten into the habit of sleeping fully nude, and. Well. Jon’s always been so curious. There’s been little in the way of privacy in their house but he’s never seen his father’s body so… exposed. Bared to his hungry gaze… he crosses the room, just to look, he tells himself. Just to look. But then he’s reaching out, brushing his thumb over the head, feeling how soft the skin is. He freezes when Elias gasps and shifts in his sleep, but his father doesn’t wake. Even when Jon wraps a trembling hand around the shaft and strokes downwards. Caresses his balls, runs his thumb through the wiry hairs surrounding Elias’ slowly hardening member. His hand is creeping even lower, now, over his perinum, then brushing against the tight pucker of his hole. There’s precum dripping from the tip of his father’s cock, a musky smell filling Jon’s nose when he bends down, softly laps at the slit.
Finally, Elias stirs. Opens bleary eyes to see his son lapping at the slit of his hard cock. It takes a few moments for them both to realize what’s happening. Jon’s face filled with horror and guilt, stammering out apologies. Elias puts a hand in Jon’s hair, keeps him in place. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, “I’ve missed you too. Just for tonight…” and his voice is so soft, breathy with sleepiness and pleasure, “it can be our little secret.” Jon leaning forward, so slow and wary, taking his father’s leaking member into the soft warmth of his mouth. Hands continuing their exploration. When his fingers brush again over Elias’ hole, he lets out a soft, pleased sigh. Spreads his legs a little wider. Jon pushes a tentative finger inside and Elias moans, breathy in a way Jon has never heard before. Some new and secret side to his father that Jon has never been allowed to see before. He lets his finger sink deeper, crooks it, pressing against Elias’ walls until he touches something that makes Elias’ breath go shaky, hips stuttering up as he thrusts into his son’s mouth. “Yes, right there. Good boy….”
Slowly, carefully, Jon continues to open him up, suckling on his father’s cock all the while. It’s not his main focus though. No, he’s far more concerned with the movements of his fingers inside. How to make Elias gasp and moan and hum in contentment. His father praising him when he touches just the right spots, presses on his prostate exactly the way Elias likes.
Jon is dripping wet, cunt clenching around nothing. He’s rolling his hips against the sheets in small little motions that provide just the right amount of pressure, almost subconsciously. Sort of, he wishes he had a cock. Something nice and long, thick enough to fill Elias nicely, to cum inside, semen dripping from Elias’ hole for days afterwards. Thinks about how nice it would be to sink into that clenching warmth, feel his father all around him, so tight and perfect as he holds Jon inside. Or even just a strap, just to see what Elias would be like as he was fucked by his own son. But he has neither, and so instead he simply continues to suck at Elias’ cock and fuck his finger’s in and out of his dad’s hole until finally Elias shudders and thrusts upwards into the warm, wet seal of Jon’s mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum down his throat.
Sated and indulgent, he pulls Jon up into his lap afterwards, kisses him slow and gentle and languid. Gentle fingers probing at Jon’s aching cunt as they continue to kiss, to bask in their closeness to each other. Eventually Elias grows hard again, clever fingers sliding Jon’s boxers down far enough to expose Jon’s needy hole, to let his son sink slowly down onto his cock. Jon riding him, slow and soft, feeling so close and safe and warm in his father’s arms, so like he’s finally, truly home….
Jon should be smaller than everyone so he can be manhandled and towered over and treated like he’s just a dumb little object or animal. Ok. Ok. <- covered in blood
Dumb is such a fun word ok. I need jon to be treated not like an idiot not like he’s stupid but like he’s all dumb. Ok. Do you get it. Over explaining simple concepts like he has no idea what he’s doing but not even meanly. Just so patient like they’re talking to not someone that’s stupid but like an animal. Ok. Someone who needs clear simple phrases because they’re not made to have big people thoughts. Ok??? Okay?????
I am on a Noble Quest™️ to apply jon to every entity and also find a way to sexualize the fuck out of it. Jon just wants to be anything but himself anything but a person. Also he is a doll and unsettling to look at and soooo delicate be careful with him. I just. I need jon to be a doll. I need him squirming and unable to cum without permission. Like. Physically unable. I think it'd be hot. I think jon needs to be completely dehumanized for his mental health. Let him be a doll ok. He needs it it could fix him
True the most Noblest of quests.
I’m picturing Jon as a ball-jointed doll, something that can be posed and made to stay in whatever position it’s put in. It’s so life-like so detailed, anyone who sees it and doesn’t know is unsettled, as its eyes follow you. Maybe there’s a bit of compulsion from whatever made it this way to touch. Just to see if it’s skin is plastic or not, to squeeze and see if it’s soft.
It’s left in a small side office for the day, with a little sign that offers a place for stress relief.
Maybe as it’s touched it shifts and the plastic slowly shifts to flesh and the doll still can’t move but its eyes are wide and terrified. It can’t speak, but it can whimper as it’s touched all over, used and left filthy, as its skin hardens back to plastic. It doesn’t get to cum as people keep taking turns with it, all day, just hovering on the edge. Its clothes have all been removed long before and it’s left naked on the couch when its owner finally comes to get it. Maybe its owner lets it cum then, or maybe it’s just bundled up, folded into a neat box for transport, still filthy, and unable to do anything, as it’s taken home.
Cleaning it is easy enough, it’s a doll you can take it apart. It’s always so terrified it won’t be put back together one day as it can feel each part of itself strewn about as it’s washed. Its owner talks to it, but it’s all rhetorical, a doll can’t answer. As it’s slotted back together it’s relieved, even if it still can’t move. When it’s all clean and tidied, maybe its owner lets it cum then, finally pushing it over the edge. For a brief moment it can move again its whole body shaking as it moans, before once more turning to plastic.
Doll Jon who can be taken apart, each joint seperating easily, as it’s meant to. It’s fine it’s still connected, just separated physically, still able to feel what’s don’t to it’s parts. Having to watch itself be used, its head propped up on a little cushion, a perfect view as it’s fucked, spread open, each hole filled, it can’t move, can’t do anything but watch. Its hair being stroked by its owner offering up a commentary about how good its body looks being used, about how it’s fulfilling its purpose.
Jon is a small little wounded prey animal and you KNOW he’d be soso delicate and breakable. Enough fire to fight back but once you sank your teeth in deep enough he’d be letting out soft little helpless whimpers. Would twitch pathetically, impaled on long, sharp, razor teeth. The perfect size and shape for thrashing around and shaking in your mouth <3
Anyway I’d like us all to take a moment to ponder an au where Mary Keay adopts Jon (or maybe just kinda. Nabs him.) And Jongerry have a horrible toxic codependent incestuous relationship.
Obsessed with aro!Jon in incest AUs. Such a complicated and difficult relationship with love and closeness and affection. Doesn’t know if he feels the way he does because there’s something wrong with him or if there’s something wrong with him because he developed feelings for his parent/sibling and it stopped him from being “normal.” Agonizing over it constantly but never close to an actual answer. Doesn’t even know if he loves his family member or if he just *needs* them. Wants them tied as close as possible so they can never ever abandon him. Confused and torn and feeling so strange and alone….
Gerry leaving on a mission with Gertrude leaving Jon alone for a bit. Jon upset because he and Gerry are always together, but he doesn’t want Jon involved in the Institute. Jon ignoring that Gerry specifically does not want him at the Institute he goes there and bumps into Elias. I just think tangling all three of them together and Gerry and Elias playing metaphorical tug of war with Jon is neat.
Gerry gone for a few months, he’s doing work for Gertrude, and then he’s chasing a Leitner, he doesn’t have much time to check on Jon, on his little brother like he wants. He’s tried calling him a few times but something always interrupts them, before they can talk long. Jon says he’s doing fine, that he got a new job. Gerry just wants to get home.
Gerry letting himself into their flat, the one they bought together after Mary was finally gone. Hearing something from Jon’s room, Jon normally sleeps in Gerry’s bed when they’re both home together but he still has his own room. Gerry doesn’t even think as he open the door to see Jon pinned beneath Elias, who looks up with a smirk at Gerry and thrusts harder into Jon beneath him. Gerry gets the perfect view of Jon’s face as he cums, moaning his eyes tightly shut as he rides it out.
Opening his eyes to see Gerry’s devastated expression, not because Jon is sleeping with someone else, they never said he couldn’t. No, it’s because it’s Elias and because Gerry can see a small cluster of eyes opening up to focus on Gerry where Jon definitely shouldn’t have them. Gerry realizing he should have asked for Jon more closely about his new job.
For my sanity thinking about jon and gerry looking sooo weird to other people. Very little interest in bonding with people outside of each other, not opposed to it but it’s so so hard to bond with people who aren’t in the same World so to speak. Thinking about them being so weird about affection. Doing things siblings should Not be doing in public. Thinking about them being viciously possessive of each other. Thinking about everyone thinking they’re weird as shit. Some poor soul makes the mistake of asking if they’re really siblings once and gets wrath from them both. Basically all this to say in the jg incest au their dynamic in my beautiful mind is like. Nobody is necessarily thinking they’re fucking, but if they caught Gerry eating Jon out in the bathroom stall after someone was a dick to him, they wouldn’t be surprised.
Gerry gone for a few months, he’s doing work for Gertrude, and then he’s chasing a Leitner, he doesn’t have much time to check on Jon, on his little brother like he wants. He’s tried calling him a few times but something always interrupts them, before they can talk long. Jon says he’s doing fine, that he got a new job. Gerry just wants to get home.
Gerry letting himself into their flat, the one they bought together after Mary was finally gone. Hearing something from Jon’s room, Jon normally sleeps in Gerry’s bed when they’re both home together but he still has his own room. Gerry doesn’t even think as he open the door to see Jon pinned beneath Elias, who looks up with a smirk at Gerry and thrusts harder into Jon beneath him. Gerry gets the perfect view of Jon’s face as he cums, moaning his eyes tightly shut as he rides it out.
Opening his eyes to see Gerry’s devastated expression, not because Jon is sleeping with someone else, they never said he couldn’t. No, it’s because it’s Elias and because Gerry can see a small cluster of eyes opening up to focus on Gerry where Jon definitely shouldn’t have them. Gerry realizing he should have asked for Jon more closely about his new job.
Oh and of course this is the origin of the fucked up Gerry/Jon/Elias hinge polycule. Totally healthy for everyone.
Gerry gone for a few months, he’s doing work for Gertrude, and then he’s chasing a Leitner, he doesn’t have much time to check on Jon, on his little brother like he wants. He’s tried calling him a few times but something always interrupts them, before they can talk long. Jon says he’s doing fine, that he got a new job. Gerry just wants to get home.
Gerry letting himself into their flat, the one they bought together after Mary was finally gone. Hearing something from Jon’s room, Jon normally sleeps in Gerry’s bed when they’re both home together but he still has his own room. Gerry doesn’t even think as he open the door to see Jon pinned beneath Elias, who looks up with a smirk at Gerry and thrusts harder into Jon beneath him. Gerry gets the perfect view of Jon’s face as he cums, moaning his eyes tightly shut as he rides it out.
Opening his eyes to see Gerry’s devastated expression, not because Jon is sleeping with someone else, they never said he couldn’t. No, it’s because it’s Elias and because Gerry can see a small cluster of eyes opening up to focus on Gerry where Jon definitely shouldn’t have them. Gerry realizing he should have asked for Jon more closely about his new job.
Oh and of course this is the origin of the fucked up Gerry/Jon/Elias hinge polycule. Totally healthy for everyone.
Just finding the idea of Gerry and Elias wanting the other to just die please, but around Jon they pretend to get along(they are not good at it). Gerry plans Elias murder on average 3 times a week. Elias meanwhile knows he wins the long game here, unless Jon notices the cancer, so he’s much more willing to make nice. Just do you see the trauma here? Cause I do.
Anon your mind, this is a lovely image you have brought me.
Jon should be trapped, speared open, so completely full, with no way out, not unless someone else releases him. Put him on display, everyone can see how much he likes being watched as he’s trapped as he has to stand on his toes, legs trembling. Maybe he tries to relax but the pressure inside him is too much, nestled up against his cervix.
Maybe whoever propped him up also blindfolds him, he can still hear that people are around, but it’s just darkness. Who knows how long he can last? Tears trickling down his face, but he knows if he says anything it’s just going to last longer.
Just a pretty doll on display, terrified whenever someone starts to grope whim when he can’t see. Not just because he doesn’t know who it is, but because he’s terrified if he cums he’ll lose his footing. He can feel splashes of cum against his skin as he strains, till he’s curtained he’s covered in it. He’d be embarrassed but he’s too overwhelmed to even consider the image he makes.
Jon not being let off the bar for hours, until he’s incoherent, no thoughts other than desperately trying not to collapse.
Thinks about au jon/canon jon too hard and has to go lie down. I need au jon being so awful for him and so genuinely afraid of him being hurt or starving. I need him being furiously protective of this other version of himself and extremely possessive of him. I need him only willing to share him with his dad. I need him to be manipulative and cruel and hold him in his arms as he shakes with guilt and I need them to have horrible toxic sex about it. I need au jon riding him and telling him how useful he is how perfect his new dog is, he promises him he'll take such good care of him he'll have him well trained he'll make sure he gets all the love and affection he could ever want. I need the dynamic between au jon canon jon and Jonah to be sooo fucked up. I need au jon saying "well, you're family now. So I'd prefer if you DIDNT starve to death." All flippantly. I need au jon taking his brother in his brand new bed, all nice and comfy and with lots of stuffed animals made just to suit his tastes, I need him showing him just how good being a monster can feel. I need him slowly dragging him into their pre existing family dynamic. The youngest but also the pet. Do u get it. They're a little fucked up. OK. I just think it could be fun. Also ohhh my god the canon jon and au Jonah could be so fucked up and fun. They should be so mean to him sometimes <33 they should baby him against his will until he's all cute and melted and letting himself be treated like he's so much smaller than he is I need them to baby him. OK.
Finally I respond to this I literally have been trying since you sent it(because I had ideas but getting it written was a fight).
Please enjoy, no Elias yet, he’s haunting the narrative though, under the cut because it got long. Also having two characters with the same name makes things hard _-_.
“No more please,” Jon could feel tears trickling down his cheeks as his other self, and wasn’t that a weird thought, finished narrating another gruesome tale. It was the third one he had read, and while it wasn’t the all you can eat buffet of terror that the apocalypse had been, it was more than he had for lack of a better word, eaten, since he left. He couldn’t do much more than plead that the other him not pick up another, seeing as he was currently restrained. He was fairly certain he had been drugged as well, which would explain why he was finding it so hard to think, though maybe he was just having a panic attack.
“But you need to eat Jon, and since you won’t feed yourself, I’ve had to resort to more well…drastic measures.” The inflection the other him put on the words, so similar to Elias, made Jon shudder, though only some of it was in horror. Still he gave a small sigh of relief as Jonathan set aside the stack seemingly finished reading.
It was easier to just think of himself as Jon and this mirror Jonathan, he had considered Archivist but well that was a touchy subject, so full name it was.
“I can’t have you starving, but it’s okay I’ll take care of you.” Jonathan smiled and reached out lightly stroking his hair, gentle as though he hadn’t drugged and restrained him, and the force fed him, as though he wasn’t the cause of Jon’s distress.
“I don’t-,” Jon’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and he struggled to speak, slurring the few words he managed. Not that he managed to say much as Jonathan shoved two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, choking him. They withdrew quickly, before he could try to bite, leaving him spluttering a bit of drool leaking out the side of his mouth. His other self practically loomed over him now, and while he tried to keep his face neutral, Jon could read the fascination in his own expression.
“Sorry, I’m usually not on this side of things,” Jon tried to ask him what he meant by that or at least what he had done to him, only to be interrupted again as Jonathan’s lips were pressed against his. Part of his brain, the part that constantly craved any sort of touch, told him to lean into this, while the more rational part was horrified, frozen even as Jonathan broke their kiss.
“Wh-what?” Jon whimpered as he tried to move, but his restraints held strong, Jonathan didn’t answer instead climbing into the bed not breaking eye contact, Jon wasn’t sure he was even blinking. It felt invasive, like he could see all of Jon, though the gentle look in his eyes at least made it feel like he wasn’t found wanting.
“What are you doing?” Jon was so surprised he was finally able to get a sentence out, that he didn’t taste the static lacing his words, until Jonathan shuddered. He didn’t even get a chance to apologize before Jonathan was kissing him once more, shifting so he was now straddling him pressing close his eyes still wide open. Jon hadn’t paid much attention to what Jonathan was wearing, caught up in the horror of listening to the forced buffet, but he could feel bare skin pressed against his thighs, and a weight that wasn’t flesh pressed against his stomach. Jon’s thoughts shuddered to a halt at that, though the touch starved part of him gave a little cheer.
Seemingly unaware of his internal struggles Jonathan deepened the kiss, practically shoving his tongue down his throat, before pulling away. It left them both panting, and Jon could see Jonathan’s pupils were blown wide, echoed by the smattering that had open up on his cheek, all staring at Jon
“Making sure you don’t starve,” Jonathan didn’t seem to actually be forced to answer, just willing to. His smile was so genuine, he actually seemed happy that Jon had almost compelled him even if it was an accident. Maybe that was all Jonathan wanted, proof that Jon was gaining his strength back. Maybe he would let him up now, untie him and they could talk about boundaries. Jon really didn’t believe that though.
“You’re already looking better,” Jon yelped as he felt Jonathan’s hands squeeze gently at the hollow space just above his hipbones. A frown crossed his face, though it seemed to be one of concern rather than anything negative. “Though I think we’ll need to get you feeding more regularly, add a live statement into rotation. Maybe I’ll have dad draw up a schedule.”
“I don’t-,” Jon started to object, he was perfectly capable of feeding himself, he wasn’t some pet, and he certainly didn’t need a schedule. Another squeeze, only this time to his chest, had Jon’s words choking off as he sputtered. The other him smirked, the expression an odd combination of his own and Elias, as he continued to knead at his tits, clearly enjoying his reaction. Jon couldn’t hold back a soft moan, it was a lot, and with his hands still bound there was nothing for him to do but take it.
“You need to learn to take what’s given to you, now be a good boy,” the inflection sounded a bit odd to his ears, as though Jonathan was quoting someone, Jon didn’t really need three guesses as to who. Not that it mattered, Jonathan clearly had a plan for how things were going, and Jon didn’t get a say.
Jonathan reached past his head, picking up a bottle that Jon had not seen till now, understandable considering the distractions. Jon could pretend he didn’t recognize lube when he saw it, but well he didn’t think lying to himself in this situation was helpful.
“Look you don’t have-,” Jon was getting really sick of being interrupted, but the cold touch of lubricant covered fingers to his clit was a lot. Jonathan at least looked apologetic, rubbing his hands to warm it up, before pressing back against the sensitive nub. Jon really should have considered the implication of being fondled by someone who probably knew exactly what you liked. The implication being that Jon was already on the cusp of an orgasm as Jonathan parted his hair to tease his clit with on hand, while the other tugged at his nipples, making his back arch.
“It’s always easier when someone else does this to us isn’t it?” Jon tried to glare but the effect was probably ruined by his moans as Jonathan shoved two fingers into his cunt, the stretch stung slightly, which was exactly how he liked it. Really it should be considered cheating. “Just relax, I know what we like.”
This was certainly demonstrated as Jonathan seemed to unerringly press against the spot inside his cunt that had him seeing stars. Fingers spreading, stretching him open as he added a third finger, his thumb digging slightly to roughly into his clit. That combined with the new sensation of teeth teasing one of his nipples had him clenching down, falling right over the edge with whorish moan, leaving slick dripping down his thighs.
Going limp Jon whimpered the teasing at his pussy didn’t stop, four fingers now, a stretch even after his orgasm. He could feel his walls fluttering as he was pushed past content into overstimulation as the other him didn’t seem keen to let up, forcing another weak orgasm, though his moan was much closer to a sigh. As his whole body relaxed, he felt disconnected, he knows something about this was wrong, but it’s so hard to think.
Jonathan’s fingers withdrew, only to be replaced but something inorganic, and much thicker than fingers pressing inside. Ah right, Jon had forgotten about that. Thoughts became difficult as he was speared open, the strap shoving making Jon keen, it was so much more than he was really ready to take. There was no give, just a rigid length inside him, pressing against the wall of his cunt. God he wished he could grab onto something anything, his senses were truly overwhelmed as Jonathan began thrusting, each thrust brushing against his clit making his hips twitch. At least he could move his legs, wrapping them around his other self as best he could with his movement.
“You’re mine, you can’t starve yourself, not anymore,” The words were whispered before Jonathan’s teeth clenched down on his throat, only barely not breaking skin. It was enough to send Jon over the edge for the third time, legs locking around him keeping Jonathan inside, as he rode it out.
As the after shocks faded away Jonathan pulled out, he felt floaty, as though his body was no longer there, but also he could feel every cell. He wasn’t hungry, he was content, it was almost foreign. His eyes were closed, letting the content feeling flow through him, later he could be horrified, but for now he could just be. He didn’t fight as he was shifted down the bed, no longer propped up, even his hands were released, the gentle rubbing at where the ropes had held him almost had him crying.
“Just one more thing.” Jon mumbled sleepily in response, hearing a thump, on one side of the bed, realizing it was the strap and harness as he found his mouth now pressed into thick wiry hair. Part of him considered biting, but it was quiet, tucked away with the guilt and horror he’d no doubt feel later. Instead he did his best, as tired as he was, and it wasn’t long before Jonathan’s legs were clenching around him, riding out his orgasm before sliding off with a groan, to lay beside him panting softly.
“Mine,” Jonathan’s voice was soft, barely loud enough to hear, and Jon let himself be pulled close. It felt so nice to curl up against someone, even if later he’ll hate himself, for now he was content to curl up in his other self’s arms, resting his head on his chest. Deciding to push those implications, and cleanup, off for a bit he let himself drift off, ignoring the extra eyes opening up to stare at him with an emotion he was not ready to face.
Thinking about little intern Jon getting drunk at his first big work party. He doesn’t mean to he’s just stressed and awkward and drinking gives him something to do with his hands.
Then he bumps into Elias and almost falls, very unsteady on his feet, of course Elias catches him puts a hand on his back to hold him up. Completely within normal boss employee behavior. They talk for a bit, well Elias talks, Jon leans against him and mumbles, until Elias offers to drive him home, Jon taking him up on the offer, Elias helping Jon up to his flat, of course Jon invites him in.
Jon isn’t quite sure how he ends up kneeling next to his own bed his boss’s cock choking him. Jon coughing and choking, he’s never had anyone do this to him. He’s trying so hard, but eventually Elias just pulls him off, Jon doesn’t know what he’s saying but he sounds disappointed and Jon whimpers because he just wants a good grade at work, this is definitely part of it right?
Elias says something about Jon making it up to him and of course Jon jumps at that, the implications are quite beyond him at the moment.
Elias stripping Jon laying him naked on the bed, part of him starts to object, but Elias strokes his hair and it’s just so nice and he’s so tired. Passes out, while trying to tell Elias he isn’t sure about this, his body going limp.
Jon waking up in the morning his cunt leaking spunk and covered in bites and other marks. He vaguely remembers Elias talking to him at the party but nothing after that. He spends the morning crying and trying to concentrate on getting himself clean with a terrible hangover.
Stumbling into the kitchen to find a note waiting for him, just a little card that says, ‘Until next time, -Elias Bouchard. It’s set atop a photo and Jon feels like crying again, it’s a picture of him looking a complete wreck, laying sprawled out on the bed.
Jon going into work anyway and everyone is of course whispering about him because he can’t hide all the marks. He freezes when he’s told Elias wants to see him in his office and everyone is snickering as he heads up.
Jon should start wearing a packer to work and Elias should notice. Corner Jon that afternoon, maybe give him a little grope. Feel the bulge of his fake cock. And Jon should gasp and get flustered. And Elias should compliment him on his cock <3
Wrote some post-phalloplasty groping <3 it’s not even Remotely polished but I hope you enjoy regardless. Warning for Elias groping his employee/affair partner without asking for permission.
Elias should call Jon getting worried about them getting caught him being fussy and Jon should whine so loud and bury his face in his dads chest all flushed and whiny and cute and and :((
More omegaverse jg incest actually. I offer them in heat and rut respectively and they absolutely CANNOT have someone getting pregnant so they’re partly clothed they’re both just desperately grinding on each other, so lost in instincts and heat they can’t comprehend why they can’t get inside each other making little subvocals. Chirps and pleas and cries begging oh please closer closer closer if they just try harder they’ll be inside perfect wet warmth and they can breed and and and oh god they need it why isn’t it working they’re so close they need it they need it oh please please please-
I just think gerry should find a fun way to touch her little brother that suddenly makes his brain just. Shut down completely and he stares up at her with big dumb eyes. Utterly limp. I think she should get to figure out how to make him get all stupid. Ok
She needs to figure out that if she chokes him enough he stops thinking completely and turns into a dumb little animal who’s so sure if he’s so pliant and easy to hurt she’ll be so so nice to him. Until he accepts he’s just a little dog who doesn’t make the decisions here and gives up completely.
Btw rape play is okay not because “I’m a victim and this is how I cope,” it’s okay because it’s play pretend. We are play pretend. We are just adults playing adult versions of house or doctor or firefighter. It’s fucking play pretend.
No you don’t get it I need sexual shit to be like,, very casual for jg? Like. This weird Thing is so deeply ingrained in their dynamic now. Them groping at each other as they cuddle not even horny just enjoying the squish and the feeling of their flesh giving beneath their grip. Jon and Gerry cuddling naked because they need to be as close to each other as physically possible. Jon waking up with Gerrys boner poking into him and teasing her for it and she had something clever planned before he’s already putting his mouth around her. I’m thinking about casual free use. I’m thinking about Jon casually starting to play with gerrys tits as they come in, excited and eager as she paints. I’m thinking about Gerry annoyed at their mom so she just grabs Jon by the hair and says he’s gonna eat her out now. I’m thinking about them being each other’s to use whenever they want. I’m thinking about them being two dogs in heat. Can you seebit..
I’m thinking about Gerry bored slipping a toy into jons cunt once they get out just to see how well he can focus when she’s messing with it. How high she can take the settings before he can’t ignore it and just HAS to touch himself and lose himself to the sensations. All cute and dumb when he feels soooo good for her. I’m thinking about Jon being all bratty and bossing Gerry around but he actually managed tk GET her. Maybe drugged her maybe won the roughhousing for once. Gerry should get to be forcefully wanted and desired and taken care of by someone who wants to eat her alive
Both of them scentmarking each other constantly. Just a little way to reassure themselves. This is my sibling. They are alive. They are mine. Constantly covered in each other’s scents. People mistaking them for a mated pair when they’re older and at first they’d aggressively correct the record (especially Jon, panicked and off-kilter because oh god they Know). But slowly they just. Stop. It’s easier to just pretend, when they’re off chasing Lietners in another town, and Gerry can just pull her little brother onto her lap in public and Jon can tuck his face in her neck and sniff and nuzzle and be safe safe safe.
I’m thinking Mary put Jon on some heavy-duty suppressants because a pregnant omega son was the last thing she felt like dealing with. (Especially with an unmated alpha starting to experience rut living under the same roof…) so he’s experienced a heat maybe only once in his life, but he’s helped Gerry through most of her ruts, panting and whining and cumming on her cock as she begs to be allowed to breed him. (It’s awful and it’s wrong and it’s a terrible idea but she NEEDS it. Needs to fill him with a litter, make him round and full so when he goes out covered in her scent everyone will know. That they belong to each other and Jon is off-limits and SHE is off-limits and they may not have much but they have each other and he is HERS and-)
They both make a marked effort to conceal their subvocals, but especially once they start fucking. That kind of openness has only ever been a weapon Mary could use to hurt them, only now it’s also something that gets them noticed (and not in a good way). The sorts of chirps and chitters you usually hear between siblings blending and mixing with the kinds you usually hear between mates. “Mate” as a concept to both of them inextricable from “sibling.” And they know that this is wrong, that siblings aren’t supposed to be mates, to kiss and touch and mount and pleasure each other, but they never learned how to be anything else. They need each other. Need the reassurance and touch and closeness more than even the sex. Feel best when their matesiblingmatesiblingmate is as close as possible, pressed against every part of them and happy and pleasured and filling the air with their scent.
Jon humping Gerry’s leg late at night because he had a nightmare and he doesn’t want to wake her up but he needs her and her touch and reassurance that they’re both alive, stroking her off until she cums across her stomach and then licking it off, squeezing her knot gently, milking another spurt of cum out of it. Gerry keeping her cock warm in Jon’s mouth while she draws, basking in being so close to her brother, using his mouth like a stim toy, idly thrusting into it, slipping a finger or two inside to rub at his tongue or run gently over his teeth while she works. The mingling pleasure and the certainty that her brother is alive and real and safe and Hers letting her relax, just a little.
Of couse one of these days Jon is going to go into heat for the (first? second?) time in his life. And it’s going to his him like a TRUCK. And they’ll try to be responsible. To hold it off. To keep from getting Jon pregnant. But he’s presenting and whimpering all miserable and needy, so so distressed and empty and please, please he needs it. Just- just the tip. Just for a moment until he feels better. And he sounds so unhappy and he smells so good and Gerry’s responding to the scent of her mate in heat, and so she’s sinking inside, and it’s so warm and wet and tight, and she’s going to pull out, really she is, but Jon is mindlessly grinding down on her and it feels so good and maybe it would be easier for him, if he came while she was filling him. And so she’s fucks into him, slow and cautious at first but soon she’s pounding into him, her knot slowly inflating but it’s fine it’s fine she’ll pull out it’s fine. And Jon is moaning and begging and utterly out of his mind, pleading for her to breed him, to put a litter in him. Sounding so loud and so pleasured but he can’t cum. Rubbing at his clit and moaning and whimpering. Please he’s been so good and he needs it please he needs to cum, and they’re both getting lost in a haze and then Gerry’s knot is locking her deep inside of him and she’s emptying herself into his fertile womb and they’re both cumming and cumming and cumming. Gerry letting out soothing, rumbly purrs. Comforting and apologetic. Jon purring and chirping back at his sister, blissed out and contented, unable to think of anything but how satisfying it was to be mated by her, to know that soon he’ll surely be carrying her pups for her….
Jon SHOULD use gerrys tits as pillows though. Sometimes it’s not even sexual sometimes he’s just sleepily sucking on her nipples because he wanted something in his mouth or because Gerry didn’t feel too good and wanted some tlc. I need Jon to make gerry feel so so loved and cherished and like she is the most delightful person in the entire world.
I keep thinking about Jon going “unhand me right this instant” while gerrys pretending to rape him only for her to kill the mood by bursting out laughing and going WHY DO YOU TALK LIKE THAT.
