Thought about corruption jon again and lost my mind. I just think it'd be hot and fun if jon was the one getting trapped in his apartment hearing that song so loud and pretty and maybe he's not very good with keeping out worms and maybe he has an Unusual reaction to feeling the first of them start to burrow. Maybe him slowly getting overcome over the span of a few weeks. Maybe him all cute and soaked palming himself right outside the door so be can hear that beautiful beautiful song,,, eyes so wide and desperate and ever since he finally managed to get those works out he's been so itchy again. He didn't realize the itch was soothed. Jon all itchy and his body reacting to things it shouldn't. Maybe Jane should talk to him through the door way. Maybe he should be soaking wet slumped against the door whimpering. Maybe he should gasp out with gritted teeth why does it ITCH. Maybe. Maybe....I understand the themes I swear. I am just horny. And I am thinking about jon presenting himself to an empty room. Body responding to the strange feeling of being consumed by something that loves him in the only way that makes some sense. Just. Jon whimpering and Jane won't leave, not when she knows they're breaking him. Not when it's so clearly only a matter of time.
- skiesandcandy
@skiesandcandy I’m so normal about corruption Jon
Jon knew he had kept all the worms out, he was safe.
Only if he had kept all the worms out why did he itch? Why did the phantom feeling of something crawling inside him keep him from properly sleeping except when he simply passed out? More importantly, why did it feel good?
The song was so loud, so beautiful, calling to him, telling him he’d be safe, and loved and happy. Wouldn’t he like to have a family that wouldn’t leave him? A family that always needed him? To have them inside him, to nurture them. It pulled him forward till he was leaning against the door, to hear better to listen, he wouldn’t open it, no he just needed to hear.
He was so tired, he couldn’t sleep properly, waking up and feeling the phantom crawling after only the briefest sleep. He didn’t have any food left, it wasn’t like he ate at home much so the only thing left was food that had gone bad. He could see the mold inching its way through the bread on his counter, would that be him soon? Either the worms would get in, or he’d starve and either way something was going to be crawling through him. Tunneling through skin and muscle till only his bones were left, and then those would be broken down too till no one remembered him.
Hope had been the only thing keeping him from opening the door, hope that someone would notice, would come save him. Surely someone in his life cared? Only as the days went on and his food dwindled to nothing, no one had come. His only companion the humming and knocking from the front door.
If he pressed his ear against the door the song was so loud, enveloping him, interrupted only by the knocking, which always jarred him a bit, but the knocking was softer now. Jon found himself humming along, his own clumsy mimicking not as beautiful or as warm as the actual song, but he tried. The knocking stopped completely, but he took no notice as the song grew louder. There were words now, was Jane talking to him? She hadn’t said anything since trapping him, but the words were soft and gentle, twining with the music, telling him to open the door, to come out, to let the little ones crawl inside.
Jon felt heat curl in his gut, he wanted that, wanted it so badly. The itch inside him was lessened, replaced by something else, something he couldn’t quite name. He had thought the itch was the worms but hadn’t he always felt it? Almost unconsciously his hand slid down, sliding into his clothes to press against hismself, easy access in just joggers and an oversized shirt. He didn’t want to waste what little energy he had bothering with more professional clothing, no one was around to see him anyway.
He was soaked already, but it felt so good, it usually didn’t, not when he was alone. He could never see the point, but now, now his hand moved on its own, and soon he had two fingered inside, and oh it felt so good as the song pressed around him. Only the itch was back, it hurt, no please, it had been so soothing, the itch he had felt in his bones, no longer there tormenting him. He whined through gritted teeth, begging the voice on the other side of the door, the one that whispered soothing words to make it stop.
He stopped himself from grabbing the doorknob with his free hand only barely. His mind was screaming at him to let her in, to let himself have what he wanted for so long. His other hand didn’t stop, trying to soothe the ache, it was inside him, how else cold he?
He heard a laugh from outside, sounding wet somehow, before the voice returned. It crooned at him, little archivist, please come out, let us be your family. The words turned mocking, telling him they knew he would break, it was only a matter of time.
Jon whimpered, trying to keep his moans quiet as he pressed deeper inside himself. It was a poor copy of how deep the works would bury, would core him open. He wanted something inside, but he would have to move from the door, and the song. So instead he just kept going stretching himself open, half-presenting to the audience behind the door. When he finally managed to find the spot inside himself that made his nerves sing he was a mess, drooling and panting, little whines bubbling out his throat in time with the song.
So worked up he hadn’t noticed his movements had moved one of the washcloths he had blocked the crease in the door with. Just enough for one fat wriggling worm to slide through, the pain was sharp as it bit into his leg, vanishing inside before he could do much more than scream. He could see it eating away at his muscles, sliding deeper and deeper, the song hitting a crescendo. There was nothing he could do as more poured through the gap, he hadn’t managed to stop one, what could he do against a hundred. Still his hand didn’t leave his cunt, his whole body shaking. They were inside, each little mouth sliding through him as they nestled into his very bones, he was their home.
His other hand occupied, his free hand undid the lock on the door, it was a stretch, his legs too weak to lift him, blood pooling around him. He slumped against the wall letting it swing open, he was crying, but it didn’t hurt anymore, the only thing he could feel was pleasure, as the little bodies wiggled through him. Gentle hands riddled with holes wrapped around his wrist, shoving his fingers deeper into himself. He could feel more holes opening across his chest where the worms had eaten through from Jane into him as she held him, whispering that he was safe now, that he’d make such a good home. His last coherent feeling as he came head buried into Jane’s shoulder was the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, before his consciousness faded.
sparks-out:
I love Elias collaring Jon but I would like to take a moment to consider Jon collaring Elias sometimes… maybe Elias comes down to visit Jon the night before he leaves for the Unknowing, takes him to bed. Jon trying to push Elias over and he doesn’t have the strength but Elias goes with it anyway, lets Jon push him onto his back and straddle his waist. He isn’t expecting it when Jon unbuckles the collar he’s wearing on his neck (the one Elias gave him, had made for him), slips it off and then places it on Elias’ neck, so careful, brows furrowed as he focuses on making sure it’s just tight enough (because he doesn’t think he’s going to survive, because he doesn’t want this beautiful collar to get burnt to a crisp or destroyed by mannequins, because he doesn’t want it to be left forgotten and abandoned with the rest of his things, because he wants Elias to belong to him the same way he belongs to Elias, needs to mark him, to claim him just like he needed to be marked and claimed). Elias gasping and so so hard against Jon’s cunt. Jon riding him, pulling and tugging on his collar, restricting his breathing just enough to inspire a frisson of fear, make him a little on edge in ways they both enjoy far too much (Elias has a terrible breathplay kink that he almost never gets to indulge)… Jon yanking on it hard enough to actually cut off airflow and Elias tries and fails to take in a shaky breath and it’s enough for him to shudder and cum, completely falling apart under Jon.
Part of me likes the idea of him returning the collar to Jon, sliding it back on while he’s in his coma, but honestly I think it’d be fun if he kept it, wearing it while in prison (obviously he had to pull some strings to ensure he’d be allowed)… Basira just having to Deal with the fact that her evil ex-boss is just casually wearing a fucking collar to literally every single meeting. It was terribleness indulgent to keep it, but a selfish, possessive part of him wanted to keep Jon with him, have the mark of Jon’s ownership and love for him wrapped around his throat as a reminder. Jon knowing Elias is still wearing that fucking collar even as he refuses to speak to him, or even better Jon NOT knowing until he finally meets Elias again. So angry and hurt and alone and then Elias unbuttons his shirt and reveals it. Jon using it to tug him down into a kiss…
And before Jon goes off into the Lonely Elias grabs Jon by the shoulder, stops him so he can slip the collar off, place it back on Jon’s neck…. Jon trying to pretend that he’s not hurt, not scared that this is Elias leaving him, Elias reassuring him that he isn’t, it’s not… they’ll see each other again (or maybe even taking Jon with him after, bringing him home…..)
Too tired to be Sufficiently Horny I fear but I hope you all can at least see the Vision…….
sparks-out:
JE incest au where Jon has trouble with penetration. He’s tried a few times but it’s uncomfortable and painful so he always just gives up. Finally going to the doctor (and Elias comes with of course, so invested in his dear son’s health). The doctor recommending that Jon try dialators. Elias ordering a full set for his son. Jon trying to use them but he keeps forgetting or not bothering (too much of a hassle, too busy….) Elias asking him about his progress later. Jon sooooo flustered and embarrassed and admitting that he hasn’t been using them very much….
And there’s two paths from here and I simply cannot choose between them…… (Jon shamefully indulging in incestuous sex vs Joncon)
On the one hand: Elias softly asking Jon if he needs help. Jon nodding all ashamed and quiet. Elias gently guiding him upstairs and onto the bed, pulling off his trousers, opening his legs to reveal glistening folds. Jon ashamed of how wet he’s already gotten when they haven’t even started. Elias getting the box of dilators out and Jon thinks he’s just going to start but instead Elias begins trailing kisses up the insides of his thighs. “It’ll be easier for you if you’re already relaxed and lubricated. Although-” pausing to lick some of the slick from Jon’s cunt, “I don’t think you’ll have any problems there.” Suckling on Jon’s hard little cock, running his tongue around it, then dipping lower to tease at Jon’s entrance. Elias eating his son out like a man starved until Jon is wrapping his thighs around his head and trembling and cumming on his tongue, grinding against his face. Elias leaning back all smug and satisfied. “There we are,” he says as he opens up the box, takes out the very smallest dilator. “Tell me if anything hurts,” and then he begins to insert it into Jon, slow and careful. Gently fucking it in and out of his son, Jon’s hips twitching as he starts to experience faint wisps of pleasure. Elias asking him if he needs to touch himself. Jon nodding and flustered, unable to even try and meet his father’s eyes as he reaches a shaky hand down to his cock, rubbing at himself as Elias continues to fuck the dialator in and out of him until he’s moaning softly and cumming with something inside him for the first time. Elias telling him “that’s it, good boy, you did so well,” as he works his son through his second orgasm of the night. Elias cleaning them both up after, telling Jon that they’ll do this again tomorrow night, if Jon needs it.
But at the same time the Joncon must be considered: Elias humming with displeasure and returning to his dinner. Jon finishing eating and returning upstairs, embarrassed, wondering if maybe he should give them another try… and then Elias knocks on his door, steps into the room. Locks the door. Commands his son to sit on the bed and retrieves the box of dialators. Jon feeling a spark of anxiety (and…. something else), suspects where this is going but… surely not? Surely Elias wouldn’t do this. It’s not- it’s wrong. He knows it. But then Elias is pushing him onto his back and crawling after him and yanking his trousers off. Jon asking him what he’s doing. “What do you think, Jon?” Asking him why. “You’ve been irresponsible. Somebody needs to take care of you.” Like he’s doing his son a favor. Like Jon is too immature and irresponsible to take care of himself like he should so of course his dad is going to do it for him. Elias fondling his cunt, already humiliatingly wet. “See? Your body knows you need this. Everything will go so much better if you just relax,” rubbing Jon’s cock slow and forceful, Jon helplessly rolling his hips into the sensation even as he pleads for his father to stop, please, please you can’t- don’t- dad please don’t- and then he’s cumming, slick gushing from his clenching hole. Lying there feeling so so guilty and terrible, hating how his body is still aching to be touched. Elias taking a dialator from the box. Slowly pressing it inside. Jon getting used to the sensation until it almost- it almost feels good. Too small and smooth to reach any particularly sensitive spots but Elias knows just how to tilt and aim it. Already knows Jon’s body better than he does and his father hasn’t even used it before and he’s teasing him and Jon’s clit is so hard and Elias isn’t even touching it anymore and he doesn’t want his father to touch it but he NEEDS the friction and pleasure and sensation and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for or how long they’ve been doing this. Barely aware of anything beyond Elias’ reassurances. That it’s alright. That it’s ok to enjoy this. That he’ll make sure Jon’s well taken care of. That one day Jon will need to be responsible for himself but it’s ok if he isn’t because his father is here for him. Knows what he needs. And Jon is crying and shaking and Elias reaches up to gently tug one of Jon’s hands to his cock. And Jon hates himself but he can’t stop rolling his hips into his hand and rubbing his clit and moaning and gasping and then he’s cumming. He’s cumming again even though he didn’t even want this. Even though his dad forced him to do this…. Elias cleaning them both up and putting the dialators away. Crawling into Jon’s bed with him and holding him so so close. Petting his hair, telling him that one day he’ll be ready for his cock. Gently stroking over Jon’s stomach, musing that maybe he’ll learn to be a little more responsible when he has a little sibling to care for, and Jon being suddenly Very Aware that Elias’ hand is resting over his womb…..
skiesandcandy:
skiesandcandy:
Anyways in my beautiful mind jon was barely holding onto looking human all throughout s5 and everytime he looked in the mirror he felt like he was lying. Like it was wrong and fake and none of I looked like him. And I think in aus where he breaks and joins Jonah Jonah should break him, okay. He should break him down until he let’s go of being human completely, because they both know he never wanted that, he just wanted to be cared for. He should beat every last bit of humanity out of him until he’s the beautiful monster he always knew he was, until he has a snout and sharp sharp teeth and a tail and fragile papery wings and far too many eyes. Until jon finally feels like his body is his. I need Jonah to rip every last shard of humanity out of him by force just like Jon’s been guiltily wishing for for years. I need Jon weeping begging no no no as he changes , even though they both know he craves this so bad, that it feels right and more real than being human ever did. I need Jon trembling and whining and. Look. I am a big fan of pathetic monsters. Monsters on a leash. Whining and dumb and so perfect to use as a toy if human bodies are too boring for you. And I think jon deserves to be a really really pathetic monster. Just. Absolutely pathetic. So dumb and helpless. He deserves it <3
Prev I am so sorry you have awakened The Demons.
Best part of this is. Jon still being jon. Jon still being whiny and complainy and knocking things off of tables just to show he can, talking back and snapping his fangs at him and yet being so pliant. So easy for him and only him, rolling over even if he huffs and growls. Jonah teases him for it regularly, how much he whines and complains and growls and yet obeys so eagerly and doesn’t ever try to properly disobey him. How good it is, even if it likes to pretend it’s not. (I’m sure Jon can be normal about that one.) Jon who talks back so much and yet is so so desperate to obey him, to be good for him, wants it so bad it hurts. Please imagine Jon soooo overwhelmed with want and arousal and so so many feelings as Jonah rides it’s cock and tells it how it doesn’t even seem to know how obedient it is, how well behaved. Ok. Think about jon as jonahs disobedient but forever loyal dog for 1000 psychic damage.
Just. Monster jon <3 jon unused to being so powerful, having to relearn his own strength. Jon with a collar and a leash and a harness. Like it’s just a very large pet, not a monster. Like it’s just a particularly large dog that likes to be fussy and whiny sometimes. It gets it off so much I think. Being treated like it’s just an animal, nothing horrible or terrifying, just something that needs a strong hand to make it obey. Always by Jonahs side, resting it’s head on his lap. Finally able to rest, even as it’s teeth poke out of it’s mouth and it’s claws itch to tear and destroy. Jonah having it so throughly under his thumb,,, Jon maybe will act up more when it’s had time to. Definitely not gonna say heal because it’s actively getting worse. Once it cares less about the shit that happened with everyone pre joining Jonah. But for a very long time it NEEDS to be utterly helpless so so badly. Being The Archivist is exhausting. Being the Archives is easy. Natural. If it truly doesn’t want something it can walk away, Jonah couldn’t stop it. Instead it struggles and growls and thrashes and nearly wails with relief when Jonah breaks it in all over again, using it like it’s not so much stronger than him. Like it’s not a dangerous predator. I think there’s a very fun kind of humiliation with jon being the strongest creature in this world, and yet Jonah broke him. Jonah should humiliate him sooo much in a way that just lovingly strips away all that agency. Like he ruined Jon with his own two hands, crushed every last bit of resistance until he was just a dumb animal. Ok. If Jon wants to pretend Jonah forced him to be this completely, then Jonahs more than happy to provide. If he wants him to be the evil captor then who is he to deny him ? His boys had a rough few years. He deserves to indulge himself <33 ok. Ok. Sorry for the Long. I’m just uh. Insane. Over them
