What if. The muzzling one. Not sure for what Jonship maybe jondaisy ? Maybe jonsasha
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So this is set season four, au where the intervention goes even worse,
Jon woke up, his mouth tasting like death, and no longer in the Archives. Honestly he hadn’t expected to wake up at all. He had really thought that they were going to kill him when they found out. He had noticed the odd aftertaste in tea Daisy had made for him a moment after he finished it. Then his vision had gone fuzzy, he thought he was dying, that she had poisoned him, but it seemed she had something else in mind.
He felt dizzy like his head was filled with cotton and the eye was being oddly silent. When he went to stand he realized he was handcuffed and the cuffs were attached by a thick chain to the bar behind him. Unfortunately his powers did not give him any options to get free, so he settled back to wait.
He wasn’t waiting long when Daisy stepped into the room, a determined expression on her face. She let the door fall shut behind her and Jon swore he heard the sound of a latch fit into a lock, In one hand she held a miniature radio, like the one they had been listening to the Archers on. In the other was an odd mix of metal and leather, but the Eye was still silent as to its purpose.
“Daisy wh-,” he got half the words out before Daisy grabbed his jaw, forcing it shut with a growl. She dropped the radio before starting to fasten the other object around his face, and once she had buckled the last belt Jon realized what it was.
It was a think muzzle, that also functioned as a gag, stopping him from even opening his mouth let alone speaking. Now Jon started to panic, thrashing, but even Daisy weak as she was still held him down easily.
“Stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Jon tried to growl but it came out closer to a whine. He tried to ask what was going on, why this was happening, please Daisy please let him go. Instead of answering his unasked questions she pulled him close settling him across her lap. Like she had done these last few weeks, when he had been seeking comfort and she had offered, but this was a cruel mockery.
“Look I know you don’t want to hurt anyone, but Bastia and Melanie…well, this was the compromise.” She ran a hand through his hair, and Jon couldn’t help but lean into it. He whimpered, trying yo convey that no she can’t do this to him, only to be ignored again. Jon felt his eyes water, as he tried not to cry, no no they couldn’t do this please please no.
“You can’t get anyone’s secrets like this,” Daisy smiled at him, but whatever comfort she meant to convey was undercut by his position. “So we’ll stay in here till it lets us go.”
Jon wanted to scream, he tried to, but it was muffled. He thrashed and cried but Daisy just held him, patient through it all. He could already feel the hunger closing in, would they keep him here till the eye fully consumed him?
“It’s okay Jon, we’ll just listen to the quiet together.”
JonSasha
“Bad puppies who aren’t quiet have to wear a muzzle.” Jon felt like his face was on fire as Sasha buckled the muzzle on his face. She had somehow found one that fit him, and matched his collar and leash. When Jon had suggested this he thought she come up with something diy, but he should have known better.
“There we go, glad to see it fits,” Sasha grinned at him, clearly knowing what she was doing to him. He sat between her knees naked except for his collar and the muzzle, which was attached to a leash she held in one hand.
“Now speak,” Some part of Jon that was always a little defiant stopped him from immediately doing what he knew Sasha wanted. Instead he tried to speak, but he couldn’t open his mouth very far, so his words were muffled, and Sasha frowned at him.
“Bad puppy,” tugging on the leash he had no choice but to climb into her lap, trying to be good. He blushed even more as her hand stroked down his back before squeezing his ass. He couldn’t help but squirm, already a little wet, just from the whole setup. Sasha continued to fondle him as she spoke except she wasn’t touching his cunt at all.
“Good puppies bark when told to speak,” Jon whined trying to shift so that he had something to rub against. He wasn’t expecting her to suddenly bring her hand down hard, and yelped falling forward. He now found himself at Sasha’s mercy as she gave him several more swats, each one making him yelp. Once she seemed satisfied she stopped, guiding him to roll over so she could stroke his stomach.
“What do good puppies say?” Jon considered for a moment being defiant again, but he really wanted his reward for being good. So he did his best impression of a bark, trying not to die of embarrassment. Sasha laughed and slid her hand between his legs.
“Good boy, such a good puppy.”