Elias calls Jon young man once genuinely attempting to be reprimanding and he thinks about it for months. Btw.
Elias calls Jon young man once genuinely attempting to be reprimanding and he thinks about it for months. Btw.
Tim should call jon “kid” during sex and he should lose his mind over it. Who said that
I have jt brainrot now and I'm blaming you. Tim knowing just how to get jon to behave,, Tim not taking his bratting seriously because he knows how badly he wants to be good how good he'll be the second he sees Tim won't make fun of him, the second he gets comfortable. Teasing him until he's just a sweet little puddle underneath him, making such cute little noises,, Jon doing that little brother thing of wanting to help with Everything. Wanting to know everything. Finds one of Tim's toys and is immediately extremely curious even if he doesn't think he'd like it. Tim teasing him for trying to bite off more than he can chew, Jon all mopey that Tim won't let him do what they both know he can't take. Tim saying he's gotta be the responsible one, he is his big brother, someone's gotta look out for him. Jon gets very flushed and whiny, suddenly not caring much about the toy,, I just. I just think that they
- skiesandcandy
Jon was prone to biting off more than he could chew, that was doubly true when his thoughts were so small. It was so easy to just slip into the feeling, but it made making decisions difficult. Perhaps that’s why, while waiting for Tim to return Jon had decided to push himself, show Tim he could be big, that he wasn’t a baby. Jon whimpered his eyes screwed shut, one hand steadying the large toy the other holding himself stead as he tried to push down on it.
“Hey, no baby you’ll hurt yourself,” Tim’s exclamation had him nearly topple over, unable to hold back a small yelp as he shifted suddenly. Tim had only been gone a few minutes, but honestly he knew better than to leave Jon alone in this headspace, he always managed to get himself into trouble. Tim wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist lifting him gently away from it, settling Jon in his lap. Jon whined in complaint, reaching out but Tim took his hand lacing their fingers together.
“Silly boy, taking more than you can, you’re just a little thing.” Jon blushed, sticking his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, turning his head away. The affectation may have been more convincing if Jon had also stopped clutching his hand. Tim chuckled his free hand squeezing one of his hips, which had Jon yelping, and glaring at Tim now.
“Grumpy boy, I’m sorry for not letting you push yourself,” Jon scrunched his face up as Jon kissed his nose, protesting as that just lead to an assault of kisses. Jon tried to fend Tim off, only to be wrestled onto his back, with very little effort on Tim’s part. Tim continued to kiss him as his hands roamed over his body, swallowing the tiny gasps he made as Tim fondled his chest.
“My sweet baby, so sweet for me,” Jon gasped as Tim’s hand slid between his legs, two fingers pressing into him while his palm rubbed against him. Jon squirmed as the sensations built, letting out soft gasps, each one accompanied by a soft chuckle from Tim. Jon couldn’t think much, and trying to get free was clearly futile, trying to wiggle free just had Tim redoubling his efforts.
“Don’t worry, your big brother will make you feel good in a way you can handle.” Jon keened as the waves of pleasure finally broke over him, his body going limp briefly. Not that Tim stopped, his fingers still pressing deep into Jon, who couldn’t stop letting out soft gasps as he tipped into overstimulation.
“Please,” Jon whimpered, it was too much, he didn’t know whether he was asking Tim to stop, or keep going. Tim clearly took it as the latter, redoubling his efforts till Jon was coming again, his back arching as he trembled. He collapsed back against the bed, practically a puddle as Tim lay beside him pulling him close.
“See you just have to let your brother handle things sweet boy.” Jon whined softly hiding his face, maybe being little wasn’t so bad if Tim held him like this.
Look I’m just thinking about. Jon trembling and soaking wet as helens dangerously sharp hands explore every inch of changed bone and flesh. Laughing at him for really giving up his bones like that. “I worked hard on those, you know!” And he chuckles like her hands aren’t tearing him open like they’re not monsters but is it his fault when it just feels so good and with this she morphs him willingly, teasingly, push and pull until there’s nothing left of the human jon and all that’s left is this Jon. But this Jon is full and he isn’t targeted and he’s able to survive and hold his own. He’s a monster but Helen is too. He’s a monster but at least they can look out for each other.
See now I’m thinking about jh fauxcest. Jon thoughtless and panting, pain and pleasure so overwhelming that he can barely even remember his name, Helen tenderly reaching into one of the wounds on his stomach, softly stroking inside, even as- as something (cock? fingers? tongue, somehow?? Jon doesn’t know…) fucks deep into his cunt. Convincing him that she’s his mom, here to take care of him. She loves her son so much. And he’s so sweet and cute, isn’t he? No idea what he needs but that’s okay <3 because she knows what he needs. The thing in his cunt pulsing, twisting, Jon letting out a broken moan. He should listen to his mom. Doesn’t she know best? He’s clearly in no fit state to take care of himself… and Jon isn’t sure he believes it but something is touching him inside just right and he feels so good and it hurts and he can’t think and how would he know? Doesn’t it feel good to let his mom take care of him? When he’s so weak and helpless like this? Mindless with the painpleasurepain?
-Sparky
(a little worried this one might be a bit too far lol. Hope it’s okay?)
Are you kidding this is SO good oh my god. Ohhh my god. This could fix him. Helen cooing over him injured and trembling and saying oh, that looks like it hurts so badly, doesn’t it? Poor thing. He’s so lucky his mom’s here to take care of him. He’s so overwhelmed with the constant twisting and growing thing inside of him and her voice feeling like it’s drilling into his skull and nothing makes sense, nothing feels real, and it’s just so easy to cry for his mom. Oh, maybe it’s not real, but how would he know? He doesn’t know anything anymore. Doesn’t even know where he is or who he is or what’s inside of him what’s hurting him so bad and making him feel so so good, what’s going far far deeper than it should making his whole body tremble with want. Nothing makes any sense and it all feels so incredible and trying to make sense of it hurts and makes him so so confused and she calls him her baby boy her son and it feels good, he likes it, he can’t believe anything but he can let the feeling of pure joy and arousal and terror and agony wash over him until it all feels like the same thing. Until he can’t tell the difference and he’s just a cute little toy begging for his mom to hurt him the way he needs, and she does because she loves him sooo much, because she wants her baby boy to be happy <3 even when he doesnt know anything at all and has forgotten everything but the feeling of her the sharp angels feeling like they’re tearing what’s left of his common sense to shreds. I’m really normal and so is jon. Jon is not having any realizations about himself and will not have wet dreams about this ever. He will not think about how overwhelmingly full he felt how he was almost terrified of what it was going to do to him yet couldn’t stop begging for more, needing to know how she’d ruin him, unable to help himself. Didn’t know what it’d do or what to do with himself so he needs his mom to do everything, because he can’t remember anything because it hurts sooo bad and it’s so hard to think. This thing that feels like it’s going to change him forever and he doesnt know what it’s doing just that it hurts and it’s so so deep it shouldn’t be able to go that deep, or maybe it should, how would he know, he doesn’t know anything anymore, it’s so confusing, and it feels so good and his mom’s telling him it’s okay and doesn’t that feel so good doesn’t he like it doesn’t he want more isn’t he so lucky to have his mom here to keep him from getting all confused. He’s normal about it.