i adore the desolation!tim and jon fic, would be really interesting to see the dynamic between again, perhaps even more compelling from jons side and tim being a bit possessive perhaps? just need them to get off on destroying each other. just if you feel like it ofc <3
Alright welcome to fourth degree burns two electric boogaloo.
Jon was starving.
The Statements scattered across his desk, each picked over for any morsels of fear, had barely touched the gaping empty hole that had taken up residence inside his ribcage. He reached for another statement, but already he knew it was one already picked clean.
Desperation drove him toward the door, there had to be something that could take the edge off. There had to be a statement left that would work. His hand shook as he turned the handle, only to fall back as the door was shoved open landing on his tailbone with a wince. He tried to get up again but another spike of hunger had him doubling over, half-laying on the floor as pain rolled through him.
“-ss, Boss, Jon can you hear me?” As the pain quieted from all consuming to terrible ache Jon blinked up at Tim who was half-cradling him, panic clear on his face. Instinctive words started to crawl their way out of his throat soaked in static, he managed to bite them off, by sinking his teeth into his tongue hard enough to sever part of it, only too feel it crawl back together. It felt revolting, too reminiscent of the worms, but it served to keep the static from his next words.
“Yes, sorry I fell,”Jon ignored the blood that trickled out of his mouth from his recently severed then healed tongue, hoping Tim might not notice. Which of course was a bit unlikely, still he tried to push Tim away but it was weak, and Tim didn’t even seem to notice.
“Pretty sure I knocked you down,” Tim helped him to his feet and Jon was just thankful that he managed to stay standing, though his legs were trembling. Jon waited for Tim to let go, but he didn’t release his arm. Tim was looking at him a friend on his face before using his free hand to swipe at the blood that dripped from his mouth. “You doing okay?”
“I’m fine, just going to get a Statement,” Tim’s pointed glance at his desk upon which was a stack papers beside a stack of clearly recently recorded tapes, a full meal for your average Archivist was not subtle. Still stubborn to a fault Jon tried to pull away again but Tim easily shifted the pair of them once more trapping Jon between himself and his desk.
“Are those even enough for you anymore?” Jon flinched, even though Tim’s tone wasn’t accusatory it was another nail in the coffin of Jon’s remaining humanity. Jon tried to resist Tim tipping his chin up, but he quickly lost the battle, forcing their eyes to meet. Jon, so used to the disgust behind everyone’s eyes, is momentarily surprised by the understanding, only for it to hit him. Of course Tim would be the one person who couldn’t judge him, not when he saw the same hunger lurking there. It was all too much, fro him to resist, not when he could practically taste the fear behind those eyes. Jon was only half surprised to hear the recorder, with a fresh tape appearing out of seemingly nowhere, click on as static wormed its way up his throat.
“Tell me what it was like, after the explosion,” Static curled around his tongue the words no longer his own. He tried to bite back the rest but his jaw refused to work for him, he couldn’t even blink, eyes fixed on Tim’s which were aflame now. Jon could practically see his words laden with hooks, crawling down Tim’s throat to fasten around every tasty morsel of fear he still had that the Eye had not managed to drag into the light.
They were both trapped there, predator and prey as Tim was forced to speak, and Jon was forced to listen. Mercifully the Statement was short.
As silence fell Jon felt like had had finally eaten after days of starving. The hungry emptiness inside now gorged on Tim’s fear, nestling up to the immediate stab of guilt. The worst part was the sliver of himself that felt content, that relished the power he had, just for a moment, he was the one in control.
“Tim I’m-” His words were cut off with a pained scream, as Tim grabbed him, clothes and skin almost instantly destroyed by the heat, of which only his skin healed. If Jon’s entire being wasn’t currently focused on the pain he probably would have been embarrassed, but it was hard to worry about modesty when most of your skin was flaking away along with your clothes.
“Don’t, no apologies,” Tim’s voice was ragged, as he leaned close, voice barely above a whisper, searing heat against Jon’s ear. Jon bit back a whimper, feeling his skin bubble, scab and heal in a matter of moments. Jon tried to bite back whimpers as Tim brushed fingers no longer heated to a flash point but still on the side of just a little too much over his now bare skin. “Can’t blame a monster for its instincts.”
“I’m not-,” Jon cut himself off this time. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t it just instinct? Was it really that bad? Why did he have to starve himself? Jon was pulled out of his crisis of humanity by Tim pressing his too warm lips to his. Tim forced him to bend back further and further until had no choice but to let himself lay flat onto, the thankfully clear spot on, his desk. Tim pulled back enough to meet Jon’s eyes, clearly slightly out of breath, his chest heaving beneath clothes that were also smoldering and completely soaked with sweat.
Jon’s own clothing had fared much worse, his upper half completely bare, while the rest of him was only covered by smoldering scraps that were quickly losing structural integrity. A mixture of panic from his last dregs of professionalism, and the need to know that was only partly him caused another wave of static to flow under his next words. “Why?”
“Because I want to hurt you, I want to mark you, let everyone see it. I killed you, you’re a monster because of me which makes you mine.” Tim didn’t try to fight the compulsion this time letting it pry the words out easily each dripping like wax as he loomed over Jon. “I want to fuck you, watch you come apart, destroy you and then put you back together, so I can tear you apart again.”
“Oh” Jon felt like he wasn’t quite connected to what he was saying. The part of his brain that usually made decisions was currently out of commission, and really what else was one supposed to say to something like that. Thank you for the confession, good to know? Please take me over my desk right now? Actually I need five to seven business days to process this please come back later? Jon felt almost hysterical giggles bubbling up at the whole situation. Here he was lying mostly naked on his desk, being propositioned and threatened at the same time?
“For now though I want to eat you out on this desk until you can’t say anything but please and more.” Jon felt his face heat up again, It really wasn’t fair that Tim could say things like that. Even without the compulsion Tim had always been very confident. “Until you’re just a broken little thing.”
Jon sometimes wished he could tear answers out of himself, because right now he was both squirming at the thought and mortified at the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment, and he wasn’t sure which feeling was stronger. Instead of a complicated response he managed a short nod and a muttered lock the door, hoping that was the last bit of coherent communication he would need, anymore and he might just pass out from sheer embarrassment.
Tim clearly found that amusing based on the short laugh before he acquiesced the lock clicking as Jon looked anywhere else. Distracted as he was Tim caught him by surprise, his hands once more hot enough to sink past the skin and muscle of his thighs to grasp bone. He could feel his body trying to heal, nerves branching out constantly seared away. It was like waves, each a little weaker than the last but each one made Jon writhe and whimper grasping for anything to hold onto that wasn’t searing hot.
It was painful enough that Jon was certain if he was still human he would have passed out. Well he would probably be in shock, as it was the intensity slowly shifted, as his body somehow able to adapt tome Tim’s hands inside him, like they were meant to be there. He wondered if there would be permanent indents were his fingers pressed against bone, molding it to fit his use.
The first swipe of Tim’s tongue against his clit had Jon arching off the desk, which did not bode well for his chances of not losing his mind. He was thankful his tongue was only slightly warm, though he doubted it would stay that way, not when Tim had promised to break him. Still he was apparently starting off easy, lapping at his folds gently enough that Jon could almost catch his breath. Jon let his eyes flick closed, only to have his vision suddenly shift, the eye clearly wanted to see, mortifying voyeur that it was.
Tim didn’t seem to notice the smattering of scars that blinked open on his inner thigh, each a vivid green, as he continued lavishing attention on Jon’s cunt. Not until Jon shuddered through his first orgasm as Tim nipped at his clit. The angle was very odd for Jon, and the almost detached alien curiosity almost managed to drown out the absolute mortification he felt as he saw his own pussy clench unable to hold back a weak moan.
“Just can’t resist watching can you?” Jon yelped as Tim nipped the inside of his thigh right beside his new eyes. The skin melted beneath his mouth the heat making the eyes flinch closed, only to have another smattering open on his other leg, a bit higher up this time as though defiant. Tim shook his head apparently giving up the losing battle, returning his attention to Jon’s clit, suckling gently.
Jon keened softly, the pain of his fingers around his bones had mostly faded, overwhelmed by pleasure. He could feel his coherency slipping as Tim continued to savour him, like he was a delicious meal, and he was starving. It was all too much as he came again, his cunt clenching weakly down on Tim’s tongue. It was at that point that Jon decided that coherency was overrated letting his brain be washed out between waves of pleasure, interspersed with pain.
the tim n jon fic is so scrumptious, like always, very much doing a great job at making burns hot, but i can’t stop giggling at the aftermath where jon needs to consult someone (elias) for a new desk, bc the other one is badly burnt
Jon tries to just send an email but of course Elias calls him up to his office, because Jon this is a big expense, you know ignition sources are not allowed in the Archives. What happened Jon?
Poor Jon just sitting there the whole time lying through his teeth about what happened to the desk. Not that it matters, he knows that Elias knows, and that this is just make Jon feel incredibly mortified time.
Jon eventually gets an order for a new more flame resistant desk but only after at least a half hour of carefully worded admonishments that make him feel like he’s a child getting scolded.
Of course Elias can’t resist a last little jab of, tell Tim to be more careful in the future, wouldn’t want to permanently damage any more institute property.
adding on my last ask, but elias and tim fighting over jon, agree so much with that statement
I just need them to both be the pettiest bitches the whole time as well. They can’t kill each other but they can constantly antagonize each other. Jon is just trying to do his job poor boy, both treating him like a favorite chew toy.
read a bunch for your vampire jon with elias, any more thoughts on elias keeping jon like an pet, keeping him collared and leashed, perhaps even very blood-drunk jon being easy to manhandle
I think if you don’t keep the boy on a leash he could get into all sorts of trouble. I think Elias should keep Jon muzzled and collared in his office. Maybe he has a special little cage for him when he’s being particularly troublesome.
Also I was possessed so here is a little taste of that dynamic:
“What a mess you have made.”
Jon flinched, his sire’s exasperated tone reaching him even in his blood-filled haze. He tried to roll to face the door, whimpering as his stomach shifted as he did so. His shirt had ridden up, showing off his distended abdomen, the skin stretched thin across it. Like a bloated tick that had gorged itself, he couldn’t do much more than lay on the floor, too full to hide the mess that covered the floor, his skin, and his clothes. The only clean spot in the office was probably the spot Elias occupied in the doorway.
He hadn’t meant to make a mess, he just…he hadn’t expected anyone in his office this late. He hadn’t planned to take their Statement. He hadn’t meant to climb across the desk as they finished their tale to sink his fangs into their neck. He hadn’t meant to take, and take, opening their throat as much as he could blood spattering on himself, and his desk, and the floor like a faucet until it became a gentle trickle. He hadn’t meant to drain them completely, veins and arteries slashed open with nails and teeth until there was nothing left, just cold dead flesh.
He had planned to try to at least clean up after himself, going so far as to at least shove the body where it wouldn’t be immediately evident when someone opened the door. He could do that without moving, he had told himself to get up, that he needed to clean, but he was so full and warm. His thoughts had started to slip away from him as he lazily licked at the mess on his hands until the door opened. Which brought him back to his current situation.
“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, after this display of hedonism?” Jon tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a weak keen as Elias knelt beside him, his expression impossible for Jon to read in his current state. Elias chuckled softly, and Jon whined, even out of it as he was he did not like to be laughed at. Elias didn’t pay his complaint any mind, nor his whimpers, as he pressed his palm against his distended abdomen. “First day you’re allowed off the leash, and already you’ve gorged yourself.”
Jon yelped as Elias prodded at his swollen stomach before withdrawing his hand wiping it on Jon’s clothes, which were already a lost cause anyway. His hand disappeared into his pocket for a moment before withdrawing a familiar pair of objects. Jon could only squirm as the thick leather was fastened back around his neck, cinched tight enough that he couldn’t forget it was there. Elias wrapped the free end of the attached leash around his hand forcing Jon to sit up, despite his complaints, or choke himself.
If Jon hadn’t been completely out of his head he could have easily snapped the collar, but instead he let himself be manipulated. Elias tugged again using the leash to force him to his feet, leading him to the other side of the desk. It was difficult for his shaky legs but he only had to stand briefly supported by his sire before he was allowed collapse back to his knees at Elias’s feet.
“Be a good little fledgling now,” Jon instinctively bared his fangs as Elias produced yet another object, a familiar mix of metal and leather, his muzzle, snapping at him as Elias brought it toward his face. Elias’s response was swift, a sharp slap across Jon’s cheek, only Elias’s grip on the leash keeping him upright as he cried out. Full of fresh blood his cheek started to purple already where his hand had made contact, tears of pain welling up tinged bright red, leaving thin streaks through the mess on his face. Trembling and not wanting to be hit again, Jon kept his mouth closed as Elias gently rubbed away the remainder of his excess from his face and neck, before fastening the muzzle over his mouth. “I do hate to have to take a firm hand with you, can’t you just be more lovely?”
Jon whined scrabbling at the muzzle, stopping only when Elias yanked his leash, constricting his throat briefly. If he had been thinking straight, his brain not flooded, he could easily get it off as Elias hadn’t locked it yet, but those thoughts weren’t understandable floating about in his brain, unconnected. So he let the fight drain out of him, leaning against Elias’s leg like the dog he was treating him as.
“Wonderful, now I shouldn’t reward your bad behavior,” Elias pulled Jon’s chair forward to settle on it so he didn’t have to lean down quite so far to reach the rest of his fledgling. Luckily the spray of gore had mostly been confined to the opposite side to the desk, so the chair was clean. “But you’re so adorable like this, I could do anything to you.”
“First though let’s get you out of those filthy clothes,” Jon couldn’t object, the muzzle made speech difficult and his current state made it impossible, and besides the blood had started to dry leaving the cloth stiff and uncomfortable. It was all too easy to let Elias strip his shirt off, tearing the fabric so he didn’t have to remove his leash. Elias tossed the shirt aside, reaching down to gently fondle his now bare chest, making Jon moan.
“Now pet get up on the desk for me,” Jon whined as Elias stopped groping him, wanting to continue to feel good hurried to obey the order. All fight seemingly gone now, along with any complicated thoughts, he leaned over the desk, only to whimper as the hard wood pressed against his still distended abdomen. Elias seemingly exasperated at Jon’s inability to think grabbed onto his hips pulling him back so only his chest was braced against the bloody wood.
“You really are such a stupid little thing when you get like this, barely more than an animal.” Jon didn’t really get to object as Elias leaned over him pressing against his back, a brief pressure was all the warning he had before fangs slid into his neck. The bite was precise and careful, not the bloody mess that he had left his victims neck. Jon groaned as Elias suckled at his neck, his thoughts already fractured and small, were now completely overwhelmed, leaving him pliant and limp.
“Good boy, relax,” Elias lapped at the blood until little the puncture wounds closed up again, Jon shivering with pleasure as he did so. Jon was easily stripped of the remainder of his clothing, now a completely docile pet, like his brains had been scooped out his head left empty. Preparation was short and hardly needed, apparently gorging himself and being fed on in turn had left Jon quite soaked, Elias easily pressing three fingers inside making his fledgling moan loudly.
“Greedy little thing, always wanting more,” Jon wasn’t listening trying to arch his hips back, wailing as Elias instead withdrew his fingers. He tried to arch his back more, begging without words for Elias to please touch him. Luckily for him, and his currently absent sense of dignity, Elias wasn’t patient enough to torture him by making him wait any longer than it took to free his cock from his trousers and press against his cunt. A rough thrust had Jon sliding forward on the desk his tits rubbing against the hard wood, making him keen.
“Sorry pet,” Elias did not sound even a little bit sorry, as he set a brutal pace. Jon couldn’t do much more than grip the desk as he was used like a toy. The worst part was Elias was hitting that spot inside that made his sees star’s every time he thrust in, pushing him over the edge quickly as he came. His legs went limp now held up only by the desk and the cock buried inside him. Still Elias didn’t stop continuing to batter that same spot until he had been pushed past pleasure into overstimulation.
“You feel so good, such a good boy.” Jon didn’t respond to the words, he truly couldn’t think, only able to ride the waves that crashed through him. It was almost painful especially where his chest rubbed against the rough wood. It was overwhelming, it was too much, and he was losing his mind as Elias seemed to somehow speed up. “A good little greedy hole for me always wanting more.”
Finally as blackness was starting to slide into the edge of his vision as he was used Elias thrust deeply and stilled. Yanking Jon backwards as he pulled his leash taught burying his fangs into Jon’s shoulder, half-choking him as he came inside him. Jon would normally feel mortification to hear the obscene sounds as he was filled, but his thoughts had long ago dribbled out his ears. Leaving him just a pliant little thing, thoughts small and far away.
As Elias pulled away leaving him spread out on his desk Jon could feel cum trickling down his leg, almost a twin sensation to the blood dripping from the bite on his shoulder. Though after a moment he felt something pressing against him again, he whined, unable to remember the words for no more, but the plug was pressed in despite his objections lodging firmly inside him.
“Wouldn’t want to make even more of a mess would we?” With only a little whining Jon let himself be lifted off the desk into Elias’s arms, the other vampire easily lifting him like a kitten. Slotting his muzzled covered face against his shoulder, Jon practically burrowed against him seeking comfort from his sire after feeling so overwhelmed, even if it had been mostly Elias fault.
“I’ll dispose of the body, but you’re going to be scrubbing the blood off everything.” Jon whined, not really responding, his eyes already falling shut as everything caught up to him. Jon barely caught his last achingly finding slightly exasperated words as he went fully limp passing out. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
forcefem JE, heavy on the drugging of Jon!! Elias manhandling Jon into various positions while taking photos and calling her pretty, Jon just moaning because his head is so fuzzy
Ask and ye shall receive, under the cut for length because this got long. You also get two POVs for extra fun.
“I just don’t know what’s going on Elias it’s all so-,”
When Elias had slipped a little sedative into the little bit of wine Jon had agreed to drink, he hadn’t expected it to have such a quick effect. To have his poor Archivist collapse quite that fast, in the middle of a sentence no less. He supposed his Archivist had been forgetting to eat again, silly little thing that it was. He could see the poor thing’s eyes going hazy as its words trailed off, swaying before going limp. Luckily that did give Elias just enough time to guide his Archivist onto the couch, to slump against the pillows there, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of her mouth.
“You really should take better care of yourself Jon, maybe actually leave at night,” Elias said with a fond smile, taking hold of her chin to examine her face. Frowning slightly at the heavy dark circles beneath her eyes, evidence that she was certainly still overdoing it. Not that he minded his Archivist’s workaholic tendencies for the most part, but sometimes he wished he could convince her to leave at a decent hour. Perhaps he would try inviting her to dinner after work, she could hardly return to work after, though knowing his Archivist, she just might.
“I really should remove that awful cot you’ve placed in document storage, or at least improve it, I doubt it’s conducive to a good night’s rest.” Jon predictably did not respond, even as Elias released her chin to slide his arms under her, lifting her limp form far too easily as he carried her , into the guest bedroom. Dead to the world his Archivist didn’t react to being placed on the bed, nor to being stripped naked, clothes folded carefully on the dresser. Elias paused to admire his creation, the lack of clothes revealing the changes that she had come to seek Elias’s advice about, unaware of the cause.
“Really you can be such a blind little thing at times, and far too trusting, I’m surprised more people haven’t taken advantage of that.” She was going to be so very pretty his Archivist once he was done with her, and so much happier, even if right now she was distressed. The changes were pretty far along now, already her growing breasts were getting hard to hide, fitting comfortably in his hands as he stroked them. He couldn’t resist squeezing, watching her brow furrow a bit, as she squirmed, the drugs still heavy in her system, keeping her asleep.
Elias stepped to the dresser pulling out a simple make-up kit, his Archivist didn’t need much, but a few touches here and there hid the marks of too-little sleep. Poor thing, Elias loved how she couldn’t stop searching for answers, but she really did need to start sleeping more. Maybe instead of dinner he would start bringing her a little something extra, on nights she stayed at work late. If she found herself collapsing at work more often perhaps she would take the hint, and actually go home, though he doubted it. She would probably just collapse in her office if he drugged her, he’d have to carry her to the cot, hardly a burden, but not the intended outcome. Setting aside the brush he admired his work, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, like a proud parent.
“So vulnerable, completely helpless, just a beautiful doll,” His thoughts and words were interrupted as Jon mumbled softly, squirming in her sleep. Reminding him that he did have a plan to fulfill right now, no need to make future plans just yet. Focusing on his current plan he grabbed the clothing he had prepared from the closet, a rather childish ruffled garment that he knew she would find mortifying. Once she was dressed he paused again, taking in the sight.
“Such a lovely girl, pretty as a picture.” Speaking of which, he didn’t know how much longer his pet would appear in standard film, but that was fine, a polaroid camera would work just as well if necessary. One of these days he would really like to have a portrait done of her, perhaps more than one. One he could hand at the Institute, and one for his private residence. Now though he settled for normal photographs, which he had to admit made things easier, but it just wasn’t quite the same.
“Would you like that lovely? A beautiful portrait to hang in your domain? Give some light to that dingy office?” As was expected there was no response even as he adjusted her position, posing her artfully. It was so easy, posing her like a lovely doll, each photo becoming more…risqué as he worked. It was as he was pushing the flimsy fabric up, bunching it around her hips that Jon started to slightly stir for the first time since she had collapsed. Elias paused for a moment, before continuing to pose her, hands roving over her body as he liked ignoring the little whimpers she made as he pushed and prodded, watching her face carefully to see the moment she awoke. When her eyes finally flicked open, still clouded with what Elias had given her, he could see a faint tinge of panic, such a lovely sight.
“Oh sweet girl it’s fine, I’m here,” With barely an effort Elias slipped into her thoughts, they were confused and muddled, barely coherent. Delicious fear was swirling through her as she realized she couldn’t move, her attempts to speak only resulting slurred whines. It was with hardly a thought that Elias slid the image of her current appearance into her mind, showing her how pretty she looked.
~~~~~~Jon~~~~~
Something was wrong.
Jon tried to react to the hands grasping and shifting him, instinctively trying to struggle but his limbs felt like they were weighted down. An odd click came from somewhere nearby, a camera, he thought vaguely, before the hands were on him again. As the hands withdrew he managed to barely open his eyes, the world around him an unfocused blur. His brain felt like someone had liquefied it, letting it drip out of his ears until there was nothing left but empty space. He tried so hard to remember what happened, he vaguely remembered talking to Elias. Remembers agreeing to have a drink then…nothing.
Elias’s recognizable voice pierced the growing panic, though his words were muddled and made no sense. Jon tried to respond, but his tongue refused to respond, his words coming out as slurred nonsense. As he tried to talk, the blurry world around him slid away replaced with an image that part of him knew he wasn’t actually seeing. It was, well Jon didn’t have the coherence to truly deny that seeing herself himself like that wasn’t appealing to something that he usually kept buried deep. He could see the shock on his own face, what looked like his face anyway, for the most part. He didn’t look in the mirror often preferring in fact to avoid it, so maybe he just hadn’t realized the changes, had affected his face as well as his body. Like this, seeing only his upper half, well if he hadn’t known innately that it was in fact him, well he might have, that is to say…
“You do make a very pretty girl Jon.” Elias’s voice was soft, Jon could feel his warm breath against his ear, his hands roving over his body. The world was slowly coalescing his thoughts still fuzzy, still confused, but Elias’s words were no longer nonsense, or well they were, but they were understandable, even if they made no sense.
“Now Jon, come now let’s be honest with ourselves, I mean just look at yourself,” Jon’s thoughts were suddenly drowned in the certainty that Elias was right, that she was lying to herself images of her supine form flashing through her head. Perhaps if she was lucid she could have rejected thoughts as foreign, but her brain had no concrete thoughts to hold onto. It didn’t help that Elias had shifted his attention, which was now being payed to her chest. Squirming as the sensation spread through her, unable to bite back a whine as she felt Elias tug on her nipples, which had recently become so sore. It was overwhelming, and Jon couldn’t do anything other than moan as her body was played with like a toy. He continued to abuse her breasts latching onto one teeth and tongue making Jon yelp, which trailed off into a low moan as her body shook.
“Good girl,” Jon could feel her face heat up, and while it barely showed on her dark skin, part of her knew the effect of his words had not gone unnoticed. Elias’s mouth left her chest as he pulled away, and Jon heard the click of the camera again. She tried to hide her face to do anything, but her limbs remained out of her control, and Elias ignored her whines. It was exhausting, fighting against whatever was in her system, her thoughts fragmenting the more she tried.
“I do wonder how much you’ll remember,” Elias was talking again, and Jon tried to keep focus on his words, horror spreading through her at the implication. Jon tried once more to do more than squirm, but it was not use. Elias’s hands returned to her body, possessively roaming over it as he spoke. Jon had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing, playing her body like a cheap whistle, arousal combined with horror at the violation. Her hips were twitching of their own volition begging Elias to touch her there as well, despite what little remained of her conscious mind’s objections.
“Such an insatiable pretty little thing,” Elias seemed to take pity, sliding a hand between her legs. She could practically see how amused he was that she was already hard, which was only natural. That didn’t stop the mortification underlying her arousal, reminding herself once again that this was wrong. A thought that fled just as quickly as Elias began to stroke her with one hand while the click of the camera told her he was getting every moment of her humiliation.
“You look so pretty on camera, my lovely girl.” Perhaps it was that thought specifically, though she would never admit it, that pushed her over the edge her whole body shuddering, the camera clicking away. That Elias had proof that she was…she was this easy, and she wasn’t even sure it was the first time. That he he had irrefutable proof of what she was, and that he could show anyone. But the worst part is that Elias didn’t stop, pushing her into over-stimulation quickly, her thoughts rushing out of her brain once more. She whined, unable to ask him to stop, and knowing he wouldn’t until he was satisfied and the camera continued to click.
humbly adding to my last jon x tim ask, don’t remember exactly what it was, and not sure if you will even write it, but consider: tim being jon’s personal lighter, lighting up the cigarettes/joints for jon, and it’s very rewarding because intoxicating kink
So listen, this was gonna be short, and then it wasn’t. Hope you enjoy though.
“A source of ignition in the Archives? Well that just won’t do,” Jon had no chance to pocket his lighter before Tim had snatched it from his hand, holding it over his head. Jon didn’t even try to reach for it, choosing to keep a little dignity, “And smoking in your office, such unprofessional behavior.”
“I think you’re the last one who gets to chide me for smoking,” Jon sighed gesturing to Tim and then to the burn marks on his desk with the unlit cigarette. Elias had told him that as long as the desk was still standing he wasn’t going to replace it, Tim’s suggestion of taking it up to his office and setting it on fire had been considered, though his second suggestion to continue the activities that had led to it being singed on Elias’s desk had not, well not seriously anyway. Placing the aforementioned cigarette between his teeth he held his hand out for the lighter “Besides the last time I left the office to smoke I was framed for murder if you remember.”
“Right the old man,” Tim did not in fact hand it over pocketing it and with a snap of his fingers held his own flame out to Jon. Jon sighed too tired to argue leaning forward to light the tip, before relaxing back in his chair taking a long drag. He wondered if he could still get cancer, since it would be his own cells, but he figured it would be unlikely, and he doubted this particular smoke was any worse for him than the smoke from his own burning flesh. A sentence that he had to reflect sounded insane. “Well I’ll be keeping this, clearly smoking alone gets you in trouble.”
“Fine,” Jon knew better than argue knowing Tim would only dig his heels in if he argued, he’s get bored eventually.
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Tim had only been having a laugh when he had decided to steal the lighter from Jon. He hadn’t planned to enjoy being his boss’s personal lighter quite as much as he realized he did. Watching the constant tension that Jon carried ease just a bit as smoke poured out of his mouth. Did he perhaps encourage jon a bit more? Well who could really blame him? Most of the time after a smoke Jon was more likely to slip his control over his compulsion. Which gave him the excuse to snatch the stub and press the still burning end into his vulnerable throat. Sometimes he let Jon lay his head in his lap as he smoked, not letting him stop till he had gone through the whole pack, and leaving his chest covered in little round burns, that healed far too soon for Tim’s liking.
It was only natural of course that Tim escalate things.
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“Okay you can’t be serious Tim, at work?” Tim tried not to laugh as Jon puffed up a bit like an offended bird. He shuffled through appropriate comebacks, settling on tapping a finger pointedly on the melted corner of Jon’s desk, which made him deflate considerably quickly. Eyeing the tin like it was going to bite him, but he didn’t outright say no, so Tim took it as a win. “What if someone comes in.”
“Okay so first of all no one but you and me are here after hours. You because you’re a workaholic, me to make sure you don’t get murdered by something.” Jon opened his mouth to argue, but another pointed look had him snapping it shut. He even let Tim tug him onto the couch that Jon had begrudgingly let into his office since he and by extension Tim were basically living there. It was an ugly thing, but fairly comfortable. Tim grinned popping open the little tin, holding out one of the pre-rolled joints like a treat. Jon looked at him like he was holding another detonator, a thought which had him laughing. “Come on Jon you went to Uni surely you’ve tried pot before?”
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“I have,” Jon lied, he had not in fact tried pot before. Not for any good reason, he had even almost tried some once at a party Georgie had dragged him to, before deciding he didn’t want to be impaired around mostly strangers. Tim nodded and proffered the joint again, only to click his tongue pulling it back when Jon went to reach for it. Jon knew if he told Tim to stop he would, but once more that insatiable need to know was starting to eclipse his judgment.
“Open up,” Jon still stubborn on principle did not do so by his own volition, pressing his lips together tightly. Tim sighed dramatically, and Jon couldn’t even find it in himself to be surprised as he was hauled sideways to find his head cradled in his lap. Tim easily leveraged his jaw open sliding the now smoldering joint between his lips. Giving in Jon took a slow deep breath, letting the smoke settle in his lungs, before breathing out sending the smoke purposefully toward an unfazed Tim. “Good boy.”
“I’ll bite you,” Jon grumbled, only to giggle at Tim’s offended look before taking another deep drag. Jon let things start to slip around him, even the Eye was quieting down, Jon couldn’t hold back another laugh. Maybe that was the solution, he just needed to be constantly stoned. He Knew that wasn’t actually true, but well, what he knew was getting a bit hazy as Tim continued to press the joint between his lips, Jon dutifully breathing in each time. It was nice not to have to make decision, just open his mouth and breathe in.
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“You’re adorable like this you know?” Jon gives a weak mumble in response and Tim can’t resist running a finger along his cheek, leaving a trail of reddened skin that quickly healed. Jon didn’t even yelp, just let out a small whine, eyes half-open and getting more vacant by the moment. Taking the final drag he presses his lips to Jon’s letting the smoke flow, into his waiting mouth. He doesn’t stop until there’s no smoke left in his own lungs and Jon is squirming against him. Pulling back he lets him breathe, watching his chest heave as he catches his breathe he sets the remaining drugs aside. While he was certain Jon would keep taking whatever he gave him, he wanted to do this again, no need to go overboard.
It really is wonderful to watch Jon practically melt into his lap, tension unspooling leaving him soft and pliant, a bit like when he overdid it with statements. Only instead of overdosing on trauma he was just high. Tim loves seeing the almost vacant look in his eyes, head empty of stressful thoughts.
Undressing him is easy enough, and he did undress him instead of burning his clothes away. Mostly because Jon got really snippy about having to replace them, and Tim is in no hurry. He laments again at how easy it is to maneuver Jon, while it’s convenient he really wishes he wouldn’t starve himself. Pushing those thoughts aside Tim settles between his legs, relishing the tiny yelp as he runs his tongue over his already damp folds. It’s a testament to how out of it Jon is that his hips can only buck weakly as Tim continues teasing him
“You’re so good for me aren’t you? So out of it,” Part of Tim wants to consume him when he’s like this, burn him away until there’s nothing left. He indulges that part only a little the hand keeping his thighs spread practically glowing with heat. The weak scream was adorable as Jon’s whole body jolted up back arching.
“Sorry love, I just can’t help myself,” Tim soothed pulling back the all consuming fire until he was only slightly warm. Pressing his tongue inside his cunt as his own form of apology, until hes clenching down with a moan. Even his orgasm is a weak little thing, walls just barely clutching around his tongue before going limp. He spends a few more moments working him open, pressing two fingers inside till he’s moaning Tim’s name, hips bucking against him as he pulls away.
Jon’s legs are still spread and Tim can’t help but see it as an invitation as he quickly shucks his own pants. Pulling Jon to himself a bit more roughly than he probably should soothing his mumbled whine with a gentle kiss to his temple. He cants Jon’s hips up, and letting his cock press against his clit, making Jon practically squeak, before sliding inside, savoring every inch of that tight heat. He didn;t think he would ever grow tired of this, watching Jon’s face lips open in a near-silent moan, eyes fluttering shut.
“So lovely all wet and open for me,” Jon clenches down weakly around Tim’s cock as he speaks, despite the rest of his muscles being relaxed and loose and Tim has to fight to resist coming right then. However Tim can’t resist pressing one glowing hot hand to Jon’s abdomen, parting skin and muscle, he considers for a second if he could go further, wrap his hand around himself inside Jon, but no, not this time. That was probably something he should ask permission for, even if Jon would heal
Still just the thought has him shuddering, as he brushes his other hand, not searing hot, only warm against Jon’s swollen clit. Jon tightens around him again and Tim can only moan. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, so he keeps going a steady rhythm until Jon spasms around him, whining his name and that send Tim right over the edge. Pressing his lips to Jon’s he swallows his screams as his insides are painted with searing heat until everything goes quiet.
“That was a lot,” Jon’s voice is slurred and Tim is almost surprised he managed coherency, it seems that like everything else his body was clearing the toxins from his system faster than normal.
“High praise,” Tim teases shifting so Jon is laying on him now, not sure how well he could keep from crushing him at the moment. Jon shrugs pressing his face against his neck breathing slowly. Tim’s almost certain he’s fallen asleep when he finally speaks.
“I perhaps could be persuaded to try this again,” Tim can’t help it laughter bubbling up, and even Jon offers a few soft chuckles as a tape recorder clicks off.