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.
- skiesandcandy
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.