#its not totally done so the exerpts are from the part thats finished

[jcmorgenstern]

[slides onto ur bed with a rose between my teeth] so...tell me more about this consensual jon/clace stuff

[slides into the silky sheets of a readmore] hello anon 🌹

aghsdfkjgg ok first off i just gotta know: are you “let a bitch know” anon because im still grateful to you for validating my ass enough that i could write the jon/seb thing. if you are: bless you. if you are not: bless you too.

ok im gonna be real with ya this fic is just. a. whole lot of pwp bullshit. all my personal wants and needs in one big dubious bucket of worms. dark bond bullshit taken up to 11. totally illogical garbage wrapped with a big red bow. did i mention pegging? it’s a hot greasy stage light mess.

basically: jonathan doesn’t really have any grand plans, is kind of a mess, doesn’t actually run away with a stab wound to the leg, jace or luke tackles him and they drag his ratty ass back to the institute. he takes this badly.  actually he bites and screams. you know. the usual. meanwhile clary and jace r horny af and want to have “yayyyy we’re back from the dead!” sex but there’s kind of that mood-killing “jonathan can feel everything i do” elephant in the room. and then clary’s like “wait i got it what if we break him out of his cell to fuck him” and jace is like “great idea i love u babe” so they do exactly that because they have approximately 3 brain cells between the two of them. jace fucks jonathan for clary. shame is involved. clary doms. did i mention pegging? there’s a lot of horrible fanfic dialogue. i consider blocking myself daily.

i honestly don’t even know if it’s serious because that summary is whack but here’s a few excerpts so yall can decide: (sorry in advance)

As if he’d rehearsed his role a thousand times, Jace sidled up behind him, gripping both of Jonathan’s forearms and pulling him in close. Jonathan refused to look, mouth still set into a thin line, but she could see him glance back out of the corner of his eyes, just a little. Jace leaned in close and Clary could almost feel his breath hot on the shell of her ear. His voice was low and silky smooth when he said, “Now, are you ready to behave yourself for us?”

Clary watched, satisfied, as Jace fumbled one-handedly with [Jonathan’s] belt, unzipping his jeans. Jonathan wasn’t meeting her eyes—couldn’t—as Jace decided to draw out the torture some more, rubbing long lines over the centerline of Jonathan’s abs down to his open fly. Jonathan squirmed some more, a flush creeping over his exaggerated cheekbones, his breathing quick and shallow. Another roll of Jace’s hips and Clary could have sworn Jonathan made a strangled sound.

“Come on,” Jace said, and his voice was beginning to sound a little tight. “Make some noise for her. Pretty boy like you should moan a little for his only sister.”

Jonathan’s cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of red, his teeth grit. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re intolerably obnoxious?”

Jace grinned. Silently Clary willed him not to, but he did. “Yeah. Your mom, actually.”