2025-05-19 0:43:55 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

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> sparks-out:

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> > > I know I’ve said it before but. Omega Jon who was adopted by Elias and begins instinctively recognizing his father as his mate. Not at first, when Elias is still a stranger to him, untrusted and unknown. But when Elias begins worming his way into Jon’s life. When Jon begins to see him as not just his legal guardian but his father. A stern, intelligent, caring presence who is so eager to indulge in Jon’s interest in his work, his institute. So patient with him and his surlyness. Jon feeling so miserable and broken over his feelings. Hating how those wires got crossed for him, how his brain and instincts could be so stupid as to act like his father is a viable romantic partner. So certain he’d be left behind if Elias ever found out. Sent back to the foster home or tossed out into the streets. Meanwhile Elias is using his eyevatar powers to creep on Jon while he masturbates.

> > I’m imagining Elias Dramatically Saving Jon from a supernatural threat (after Jon was already marked, of course (idk if he was planning to have Jon marked for his ritual yet, but I’m sure he enjoyed watching his son to see what he would do and drinking in his fear <3)). Jon pressed up soso close to Elias. Listening to his comforting rumbling purrs as he processes what just happened, heart hammering. And he’s so warm, so solid where Jon is leaning against him. And be just feels so safe. And he wonders if maybe Elias really does care for him. If he could trust him enough to let him be Jon’s dad. But there’s a part of him that registers what a good mate he would be….

> Omega Jon with awful, miserable heats. Happening with no pattern and little warning and absolutely overwhelming him whenever they do. Who struggles to cum during them (especially since he’s too awkward and too proud to ask for a heat aid or buy one himself). Spending days painting and sweating and fingering himself trying desperately to cum, thinking about how much easier this would be with an alpha to help him. How much better he would feel with his father’s heavy cock buried inside him instead of a handful of fingers. Making desperate little whining calls, the subvocalizations of a child begging for their parent to help them.

> And maybe he even age regresses during them… feeling so safe in his father’s house, abandoned by his mate. Lonely and miserable and distressed and it’s all too much. Sinking into that soft place where he’s so small and confused. Doesn’t really understand what’s happening except that he needs his dad to touch him… crawling into his father’s lap, begging to be allowed to hump his thigh. So desperate and he doesn’t even know what he wants, just that he needs his father to take care of him.