Am I legally allowed to be horny about jon and Helen here. Bc I think Jon should get up to some weird shit with her too. If he can have a corruption arc au with elias no reason helen has to miss out. Idk. I’m thinkinb
Am I legally allowed to be horny about jon and Helen here. Bc I think Jon should get up to some weird shit with her too. If he can have a corruption arc au with elias no reason helen has to miss out. Idk. I’m thinkinb
Am I legally allowed to be horny about jon and Helen here. Bc I think Jon should get up to some weird shit with her too. If he can have a corruption arc au with elias no reason helen has to miss out. Idk. I’m thinkinb
I just think Helen should cradle Jon’s heart in one hand and finger him with the other while he’s half-flayed on her carpets barely coherent. I think it’d be hot.
I’m just thinking about. Helen clawing Jon open and jon trembling but okay, because he’s the archivist. Jon thinking there may be something wrong with him that at some point after all the near death experiences something got rewired wrong and now pain is something he craves, that feels good and comforting and keeps the feeling he’s going to burst out of his skin to a minimum. Jon should have scars all over from her hands. Helen should think they’re very cute on him. He should begrudgingly think they’re a lot better than the marks he got against his will. He should succumb to all his most self destructive impulses in her arms. And to be clear I think he should make Helen worse too. I think him accepting being a monster should be the nail in the coffin of Helen believing her being a monster is her Right and the only way for her to feel better. Helen should go eveb more off the rails than she did in xanon now that she has someone who will be furious but unable to not love her. I think he should atare into the many facets of who she is and who she was and see the many conflicting truths and it should be so confusing and painful to look at but utterly intoxicating. I think she should feed off his fear and self hatred. I think they should make each other worse and Helen should sink her far too sharp teeth into him and he should thrash and wail and beg for more more more even as every bit of common sense screams at him to run. Jons instinct being to be such a good boy for something stringer and scarier than him should be so so cute to her. She is the embodiment of mental illness she should love that shit.
I just think Helen should cradle Jon’s heart in one hand and finger him with the other while he’s half-flayed on her carpets barely coherent. I think it’d be hot.
Thinks about. Jh cnc…Helen should let jon loose in her corridors. Maybe him trying to escape her see how long it takes before he gets overwhelmed by how horribly confusing they are for anyone let alone someone so one with the eye who needs it all to make sense. Sometimes she catches him and overpowers him but sometimes she let’s him crumble under his confusion before she approaches when everythings just too much for him <3 they should sexualize their trauma together as a bonding activity. Jon can get to be a poor helpless victim with zero responsibility and Helen can be strong and not in any danger at all. As a treat.
Looknim just saying. Jon constantly fucking and getting torn open sometimes by helen should have some Consequences. Like. “Marked is not even a little bit of an accurate description here. This is a whole other beast’ sort of consequences. I mean "elias is sitting with his head in his hands in prison going. Well. At least I know he’s fully marked by the spiral now.” level consequences. Idk what. But there should be SO MANY
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.
Jon: Am I a bad person?
Helen: Well yeah fucking obviously. Anyway you wanna go get something to eat.
I think Helen should arrange a visit to Elias from Jon while he’s in prison. She’s just like time to go see your dad, and opens a trapdoor beneath him then drops him out of the ceiling of Elias’s cell.
What kinks do yall think Helen has I’m struggling to figure it out
Idk I’m struggling to figure her out. But I think she has a secret praise kink and a very very big one. Idk what for specifically bit in my heart I know she wants to be told she’s beautiful and incredible and so strong . This is also why she likes when jon gets so incoherent because he’s so genuine <3 babbling out praise because he’s too out of it to be all closed off…she will never admit how much she wants to be told she’s incredible and good and so so smart. I don’t know if I can see her ever subbing but. Do u see it
Idk how jh ended up bonding in my au but god it’s SO fun to think about. Smth about jon getting worse…idk what convinces him she’s helen. Maybe some conversation with someone goes worse and he goes. If I’m still me. If. I’m still me.. and has a crisis. Idk. Idk. Bit smth about the idea of jon wandering into the tunnels. Just kind of sitting next to her door. Helen arching an eyebrow at him after he doesnt immediately tell her to go away or that she’s not helen. Maybe he just says flatly “I’m reading down here. It’s too loud up there.” And she offers very unnecessary very annoying commentary tje whole time. Maybe she starts helping him cover up his feeding. Maybe he starts offering himself up for her to feed on so she stops traumatizing random people. (At least here he can do something useful.) Idk how the hell it gets to them fucking for the first time. Maybe jons distressed in the tunnels crying and scared out if his skin and helens finally here to bring him back and maybe he grabs onto her so so tightly, shaking. Idk how it progresses to them fucking but. Maybe it’s just this desperation for something solid something as close to real as anything feels here. And helens laugh hurts his ears but it’s something other than buzzing static. Is this real? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. He needs it to feel more real but her hands are all wrong and confusing and he needs to feel real. Alive. Like a person. Idk..
Yknow how jon has that “be a good boy and maybe I won’t get hurt” fear response. Can we apply that to jh. Can jon feel helens fingers cut into his flesh for the first time and his whole body goes limp and his eyes glaze a little and he lets out this loud hungry noise that she’s never heard him make. Being so so pliant whenever she’s hurt him enough first. Jon has prey animal anger but sometimes he attempts to roll over and pacify. See look at me aren’t I useful aren’t I good you can’t hurt me look how good I am. Helen is the physical embodiment of mental illness she is eating this shit up.
Im gonna be thinking about helen "teaching him to hunt" forever now ohh my god. Showing him how to really scare someone. Showing him how to be more dangerous. Feeding those impulses and thoughts he's so ashamed of. Encouraging them. Doesn't he want to feel better?? Why hate himself so much for it when he knows he's gonna do it again. Should be so delighted when he starts going behind the others backs more,, feasting on her victims fear and who would believe them?? Helen should coo over him when he's fresh off a statement,, ask him doesn't that feel better. Jon begrudgingly admits he does. He doesn't bother to keep up his insistence evrytime that this is the last time he does this. That he'll do better. They both know he won't. He sits outside her door after feeding, feeling full enough to think for the first time in weeks, and she runs her hands down his back, cooing over how sensitive he gets like this,,, I just think. They
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Jon felt sick, no that was a lie, it would be easier if he still felt sick after tearing the fear out of someone. Instead he just felt full, like he had eaten the perfect dinner, it should be horrifying. It wasn’t. He wished feeding come with sudden clarity, it was easier when he was operating on instinct, he just wants to forget.
Considering the tracks of his thoughts he isn’t even slightly surprised to feel the brick wall behind him is no longer that, smooth wood replacing the rough bricks. Though he couldn’t possibly know when that change had actually occurred, maybe the door had always been behind him. Without conscious thought he reached behind himself pushing the door open, so his back now faced an empty hall.
Well not empty, as Helen embraced him from behind, wrapping herself around him. Size was never consistent from the distortion, but Jon could always count on feeling enveloped be her. Not like the buried where he felt crushed, just cradled and held, safe.
He probably shouldn’t feel safe, Helen was a monster, but well Jon was one too wasn’t he? Hadn’t he just proved that?
“Twisting yourself up nicely I see,” Jon had long ago stopped flinching at the echoing quality of Helen’s laugh, finding it more of a comfort than anything. He did flinch as one of her knife-like fingers caressed his stomach. The flesh there no longer concave, but swelling slightly, especially so soon after a meal.
“Doesn’t it feel better though? Not to be hungry?” Jon just let out a small whimper and didn’t struggle as she pulled him back, sliding out of the alley, and into what appeared to be a room straight out of a catalogue, if the person who had designed it had also been the embodiment of mental illness. Helen had no trouble maneuvering him, settling the pair of them on a couch, well it was a couch if Jon didn’t focus on it, he didn’t want to get a better look at what he saw out of the corner of his eye. Jon let himself be cradled in her lap on the not-couch, one of her hands continuing to stroke his stomach.
“Such a good boy, taking care of himself,” Jon blinked, it was always so hard to focus inside Helen, it was nice, like all the thoughts in his head were popping like soap bubbles. He tried to correct her, but the bubble that had the reason why he wasn’t good was particularly delicate and metaphorically popped before he could grasp it. Or was it literal, he was inside the distortion, maybe his thoughts really were bubbles. “So proud of you hunting all on your own instead of mummy having to bring you food.”
“Let me reward my special boy,” The thought of whether his brain was made of bubbles was forgotten as Helen’s gentle caress turned sharp. He could see blood dripping down his stomach now, when had his shirt been removed? The thought popped as well as Helen dig the tips of her fingers deeper, making Jon keen. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but the part of his brain that was twisted up and confused was purring.
“So cute like this, without all those confusing thoughts,” Jon whimpered as she traced a spiraling pattern over his skin, her expression soft, even as she tore into him. Jon tried to move his arm, to press his own fingers into the newly made cuts, but the not-couch seemed to have developed restraints, keeping him pinned, as the world shifted around him. He wasn’t on the not-couch anymore, or maybe he was and it was now a table, though a soft one, and had never been a couch in the first place. He still couldn’t move his hands, and squirming produced nothing more than making Helen’s fingers go deeper.
“Careful, just be good for me,” Jon leaned his mouth to complain that he was being careful, she was the one cutting him, only to yelp as something less sharp, but insistent, pressed between his legs. Jon had no idea when his pants had gone the way of his shirt, but Helen’s tongue had no boundary between it and his cunt.
Jon couldn’t do anything to muffle the string of moans and whimpers he made as the Helen’s tongue, which was suddenly far too long, or maybe it had always been that long, slipped inside him. The contrast of her fingers still slicing into him and her tongue pressing deep inside him had him clenching up, and when her other hand, luckily not the sharp points of it, tugged on his clit, his organism hit him like a train. His thoughts all popping at once, leaving him weak and pliant, even as Helen didn’t stop.
“Such a good baby monster,” It wasn’t even surprising at this point that Helen was speaking when her tongue was pressing so deep inside him Jon was concerned he was going to break. After all Helen was all around him, and something so simple as speaking with her mouth full was not even a consideration. Jon tried to comment on it but only nonsense came out of his mouth, and Helen cooed, clearly delighted that his brain wasn’t working. The nonsense syllables were replaced by gasping moans as her fingers sunk deeper through his skin. The last coherent soap bubble thought now gone he let himself fall into the ten sensations of pleasure and pain, everything else falling away.
“It’s okay baby, you don’t have to think here, just let yourself enjoy your reward.”
I am now offering helen and jon bringing each other people to feed off of. Efficency. Jon provably has justifications for this. They both know it’s not thr whole reason <3
Helen dragging both Jon and Elias into her corridors and they find themselves in a courtroom. Helen is the judge and also everyone else in the room. It’s time for the custody trial because Elias has been neglecting his parental duties.
Helen awards herself full custody and dumps Elias back in jail.
I love jh as a dynamic of a stronger predator taking someone weaker under their wing,,, hmghfj. I can make him worse but oddly tender….yk??? Yk??? Helen making him worse and delighted when he starts bringing her his victims for her door…saying at least there’s only one and her laughing at him. Saying his attempts at denial aren’t cute anymore. I’m just thinking about. Jon steadily making excuses less and less. Denial slowly fading away. And she knows he’s getting tired of self hatred. Of being miserable. Jon watching her door for longer and longer everytime she leaves. Gazing at the fractals on his arms, tracing the patterns of them. Little spirals and shapes that shouldn’t be able to form so clearly. Thinks about Jon becoming more and more spiral. Thinks about the door seeming to beckon him to follow. To see if he could understand this feeling of alienation that’s followed him all his life.
I dunno. I just think Helen talks about whether or not she was ever michael and it feels too familiar. She talks about her nature and he understands it too well. I think he understood Michael more than he wanted to. The feeling of “nobody will believe you” the fear of being crazy has followed him his entire life. And now there’s this opportunity, what if none of that had tk matter anymore. What if he didnt have to keep trying and failing to be a human, to be normal. What if he didn’t have to get better. What if he just indulged. What if it didn’t matter anymore.
The door hums. It’s cracked open just a bit. Beautiful and confusing patterns flow from behind it. He’s so, so painfully curious what it’d be like without helen there. What he’ll find. And maybe she’ll keep him there a little too long, but what does he have to lose? Who would care?
He goes back to his statement, but the thrum of life and malice behind that door becomes harder and harder to ignore.
Best jh dynamic is baby monster in denial and scarier monster who’s very very done with him delaying the inevitable. And jon shoulf be the one to initiate. Btw. It should be jon who initiates the first time they fuck , I want there to be no plausible deniability. Jon wants her so bad it makes him look stupid <3
Helen treating Jon like a little monster kitten. Dragging it statement givers because of course he doesn’t know how to hunt it’s too little. She isn’t even discouraged when it turns down her food, it’s just a picky eater she’ll find something it can’t resist.
Helen knows what the baby needs, she’s the much bigger monster. Carrying it around because the second she looks away it gets in trouble. Poor thing, practically skin and bones before she decided it was hers.
It’s the runt, and clearly no one taught it when to use its claws. It lashes out at her scratching and biting at what wants to help. It’s okay she has much bigger claws. She knows that it just needs guidance, needs its mama.