2025-02-02 5:23:01 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

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For Drabble request “Are you asleep?” for whatever form of JonElias you prefer. Please?

sparks-out:

> Oooooh, 45… that’s my favorite number, actually!!

> So. I actually had two ideas for this fic, so keep an eye on the notes for when I get the second one written and posted <3. They both involve somnophilia, I hope you don’t mind. This one wound up a tripple drabble because I love words <3

> Warnings:

> - Noncon somnophilia. Jon is asleep the entire time Elias fucks him. (Is it ooc for Elias to do that? Yes. But is it hot? Even more yes, so I don’t care <3)
> - Implication that Elias has previously creeped on Jon (specifically that he has watched Jon masturbate) (I mean come on do you really think he wouldn’t?)

> Also this fic was written by someone running on not enough sleep and fresh off a surgery. (I am in. Pain.) I can’t make any promises re: quality lol. Anyway that should be all. Enjoy!!

> Keep reading

2025-02-05 4:19:55 ¶ ● ⬈

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Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

JonElias please feel free to interpret how you want.

sparks-out:

> For some humiliation prompts from… a while ago actually lmao. Look I can’t lie brain’s not braining so good and I think I might’ve bungled the ending but by god do I just want to get something. ANYTHING posted. Sorry, I hope it’s alright.

> (Every time I post JE noncon I feel a teensy bit guilt for how ooc it is. I know he would never do this (to Jon)!! He would want it to be Jon’s choice!! Unfortunately noncon breeding w/ forced orgasm is like. THE kink for me and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for the sake of being horny on the internet.)

> Warnings for:

> - Noncon. Like. Just throughout the whole entire thing. This is just 1.8k words of Jon getting publicly raped.
> - Jon is drugged (well it maybe functions more as a muscle relaxant, they’re relatively lucid. But still.)
> - Idk if this needs a warning but. There’s also a lot of unwilling arousal and forced orgasm in their too, as well as (threats of) forced impregnation.
> - Jon is recorded by others. Also without consent.
> - It is implied that Jon is worried they will be assaulted again that evening (including if they pass out), although it is unclear if that is actually the case.

> Tired as hell and worried I’m forgetting something. Idk. The main point is: fic under the cut:

> Keep reading

2025-02-07 2:18:00 ¶ ● ⬈

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❛ keep quiet. ❜ For JonElias please?

skiesandcandy:

> The desk is cold against his bare back, and Jon is staring at the cracked open door.

> “You’ll keep quiet, won’t you?” Elias asks, running a hand through his hair. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth. The drugs must’ve kicked in by now. He thinks. He feels so fuzzy, every limb feeling so….loose. Weighed down. Like he could put in all his strength and barely move a muscle. It felt like too much effort to even think of. His thoughts are slow, scattered, and Elias’ fingers are so warm.

> “I asked you a question, Jon.” He reminds, and he has to strain to remember. The doors open. Someone could hear. With how hazy he is, it takes a moment to remember how bad it’d be. He whines, unsure if it’s confusion or want in his voice. He nods. It takes too much effort. His head slumps loosely against his desk.

> “Oh, Jon. I always forget how sweet you look like this. I should record it sometime. You’d barely be able to look anyone in the eye for a week if you knew just how easy you are like this.” His hand slides down to his aching cunt. His eyes can barely follow it. Jon whines softly when he drags a finger along his torturously sensitive folds. Elias looks at him like a predator sizing up a meal, and something about the comparison makes his head spin. Elias chuckles softly.

> “Already? I barely even have to do anything.”

> His heads foggy enough he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but he tries to lean into the touch anyway. It’s too gentle, barely anything even with him being blindingly sensitive under his practiced hands. He wants more. He doesn’t think he’s allowed to ask for it. He has to be quiet.

> This is a stupid rule, actually. This is stupid. He leans back against the desk, grumbling softly.

> “Goodness, Jon. We’ve barely even started. Are you that impatient?”

> “Yes.” He slurs, everything loose and pliant inside him.

> “Well, you can wait. You’re here for me, remember? If you want to be mine, then you follow my rules.”

> He wants to bite him. He twitches with frustration, but his muscles feel so loose and soft and he slumps back against the desk. He makes a frustrated little whine, because his words are digging themselves somewhere in his chest and he thinks he likes them. They make him feel hot and fuzzy all over, and want to grind on something, but he’s all loose and small.

> “Did you not hear me, Jon? I told you to be quiet. Or do you want us to get caught?”

> He doesn’t know. He’s wet, and achy, and Elias is hard, and he could be fucking him. Everything’s so hot, and so slow, and he can hardly move, and he’s so empty. He needs- something. He doesn’t know. Elias promised he’d fuck him. He wants something, and his heads so heavy, and he can’t stop making little sounds.

> If they got caught, maybe Elias would fuck him. He’d love showing him off to everyone. The thought makes him shiver, even vaguely knowing what a bad idea it’d be. His head is spinning. He doesn’t know anything. He’s so *wet.* Why isn’t he touching him?

> “I *am* touching you, Jon. Goodness, are you that much of a lightweight?”

> “More.” He whines. “Want more already.”

> Elias rolls his eyes fondly. His fingers suddenly go right to his dick, his red, agonizingly sensitive dick, and roughly begins to toy with it, rolling it in his fingers a little too harshly. Rough, calloused skin around buzzing sensitivity. He makes a noise that sounds like he just got punched. “Is this more to your liking then?” He asks. It hurts. It’s going to hurt so bad tomorrow. He tries to nod, but he can hardly move. He doesn’t think Elias misses how it makes him clench. He doesn’t know. Thinking is hard. Thinkings so hard.

> “Somehow I always forget you’re a masochist. I’m surprised you aren’t marked more already, honestly.” He sounds fond. He feels dizzy with it. Like he’s just some dumb little *thing*, throwing himself at him without a second thought. He feels like it. “You do love working yourself up, don’t you?”

> He wants to bite him. Wants to taste the bitter copper on his tongue, flowing down his throat as he bruises all his most delicate parts. He can’t even lift a finger. Even thinking about it is so much effort he wants to cry. He whines loudly, before remembering he isn’t supposed to speak, dammit, this is *stupid*, Elias likes it when he’s loud-

> “You’re the one who wanted to try it. Don’t blame me, Jon. You know I’d love it if they all saw you like this.”

> Was he? He can’t remember. It’s so fuzzy. He’s so wet. Elias’ fingers feel so good, and it hurts, and he can’t *think.*

> “God, I barely even have to do anything to you. You’re so easy.” His finger slips in, too much, too too much, and he wants to shout no no no but he doesn’t want to stop, he can’t stop, it’s too much but it’d feel so *good*, he needs to be fucked, but it’s all so much, anything that’d be enough normally is *too much*, he can’t-

> “You can’t even make that little decision for yourself, can you? I guess that’s why you need me to do all this for you, then. Take it all away. Clearly you can’t do it for yourself. You can’t even get off without me anymore. What a mess.”

> He wants to hide his face. He wants to look away from the piercing smugness, because he knows he’s right. Of course he’s right. But he can’t. It’s not his choice. None of it is.

> It’s incredible.

> “There we go.” Elias smiles. “Now you’re getting it. Good job, Jon. Maybe we’ll get you to behave one of these days.”

> He wants to stay like this forever.

2025-02-08 20:06:45 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > S2 Jon going into heat at the Worst Time. Consider.

> Coming back to the Leitner murder scene too early, the stress of the past 24 hours sending him into an early heat and he doesn’t even realize it until he’s taken that first drag (so warm. so lonely. shaking uncontrollably. it takes him a moment too long toe realize Why). And Leitner’s body is slumped over his desk and Elias is there and he’s horrified and terrified and he hates how turned on he is. Because he’s in heat and his alpha is right there. Right there and so strong and dangerous but when he approaches Jon his eyes look so soft. His hands are covered in blood but they’re so gentle when they cup Jon’s face. Jon whining and baring his throat. And he wants to be a good omega. And he’s so scared. And he needs Elias. He needs the comfort of his father’s arms. It’s so easy to let Elias push him to the floor. To arch his back, to grind onto Elias’s cock. To just lie back and take his alpha’s knot even as the blood seeps into his clothes where the puddle is slowly spreading. In a few days he’ll stumble out of Elias’ home, thoroughly fucked and bred. Doesn’t need any eldritch knowledge to be certain that he’s pregnant, not when he just spent an entire heat doing nothing but sleep and take Elias’ knot.

2025-02-15 19:46:42 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > Jonelias omegaverse fauxcest.

> It starts all innocent. Young intern Jon (YES we’re going here again. I love power imbalance <3) being taken under Elias’ wing. And of course there are rumors. Middle-aged alpha in a position of power over a young handsome omega? Taking a special interest in him? But Elias mostly seems oddly paternal. The sort of pleased rumbles alphas normally make when they’re proud of their kid. Someone overhears Elias letting out a deep comforting purr to Jon when he was stressing over a case. (And then maybe it gets out that Jon is an orphan and oh, it’s just sort of sweet.)

> Jon with an embarrassing crush on his handsome alpha boss. It didn’t start out that way, certainly. It was just… professional admiration. Respect. Feeling comforted by his warm alpha scent, his reassuring, rumbly subvocals. It feels a little like having a dad*. Firm and stern but kind and loving too. Someone to look up to. To seek praise from. But then… maybe a few wires get crossed, or maybe Jon’s instincts start to get the wrong idea, or maybe there’s just something fundamentally broken in him, because being near Elias starts to make him feel… different. His subvocals are still just as comforting and reassuring, but now they ignite heat in Jon’s groin. Jon finds himself leaning too close to him, taking too-long inhales of his woodsy alpha scent (and it does more than just soothe him, now). He tries to ignore the feelings for as long as he possibly can but they’re becoming more and more prominent. And the worst part is how deeply they’re tied to the idea of Elias as his dad. Elias will let out that proud parent purr when Jon does some particularly impressive work or makes a particularly interesting point during a conversation and Jon will find himself dripping wet. A warm, firm hand on his shoulder, a stern voice reprimanding him for getting into yet another argument with the other interns… it. Affects him.

> It’s only a matter of time before he breaks, begins touching himself to the thought of Elias fucking him. What if Elias had to care for him through a heat and couldn’t resist? What if Elias pinned him to a desk and just took what he wanted? What if he did something wrong and Elias punished him, made him present for his father’s cock? And he hates himself afterwards every time, and during too. Can’t escape the feeling that someone, somewhere, is watching him whine for his dad while he fingers himself. That everyone else Knows what he thinks about in the privacy of his room, in the dark and dead of night.

> But it’s fine. His feelings, wrong as they may be, are at least private. Nobody knows, certainly not Elias. And they’d never go anywhere, because Elias doesn’t reciprocate and, well, surely Jon has some self-restraint even if he did….

> (He doesn’t. But you knew that already <3)

> Jon at the tail end of pre-heat, needy and lonely. Late enough that almost everyone else has gone home. Seeking out his father’s warmth and presence. Elias is out of office (maybe in the bathroom, maybe checking in on one of the departments) but Jon’s always been allowed to stop by whenever he pleases. So he just curls up on the couch, breathes in Elias’ scent, grinds a little into the cushions before he can stop himself. Elias’ couch is going to smell like Jon’s arousal and pre-heat desperation but he can barely bring himself to care, the pressure is just what he needed.

> Elias coming into the office, seeing Jon, inhaling his scent. Jon looking at him with wide frightened eyes even as his hips continue to move without his permission because it feels so good and he can’t stop himself and drowning in the smell of the alpha he has so many complicated feelings about is only making his heat happen faster… Elias stroking down his back, telling him it’s alright, he understands. “Take what you need, it’s alright…” letting out that soft alpha rumble parents make to soothe their children and that’s all it takes, Jon cumming in his pants with a whine.

> Jon a little more lucid than before, embarrassed and mortified by what he’s done, ready to bolt, but Elias stops him (and the firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place, is reminding him far too much of his late-night fantasies, of being helpless before his dad, a hole for Elias’ pleasure…). He can’t let Jon go home alone like this. What kind of boss would he be? Jon nodding, caving, because Elias is warm and kind and paternal, and he smells so good, and a part of Jon that cannot be stifled by heat nor by shame just wants to make his dad proud.

> And of course by the time they get to Elias’ house he’s has been trapped in a car with Jon’s heat-scent for a good few minutes. And maybe the arousal began to kick in again, maybe Jon began to palm his crotch. Maybe Elias had to tell him to touch himself. He knows how badly Jon needs it. He’s in heat, after all, and it’s perfectly natural. Jon barely has the presence of mind to ask why Elias isn’t driving him to his own room (I imagine he’d probably be staying in a cheap hotel for the week, being an 18 year old intern and all…) but Elias tells him that he just wants to take care of him. That he’s not sure Jon would be safe in a hotel by himself, where anyone could smell him, try to get into his room…

> Elias showing Jon to a guest room, saying he’s going to get him a drink, but Jon grabs onto him and begs him to stay. Drinking in Elias’ scent, grinding on his leg…. and how is Elias meant to resist, when his son is begging so prettily? He did promise to take care of Jon, after all…

> Guiding him to the bed, showing him how to present, mounting him. Letting out those soothing paternal alpha subvocals all the while (the ones that make Jon shudder and whine and clench). Soon they’re both lost to the heat, Elias knotting his son, Jon unable to reach orgasm until he feels Elias pumping him full of cum.

> Elias keeps him well-fucked through the rest of the heat, breeding Jon whenever he needs it. Perhaps in a moment of lucidity Jon confesses that he’s never shared a heat with anyone before (maybe that he’s never fucked anyone at all, (certainly he’d be very inexperienced compared to Elias…)) and Jon purrs reassuringly. He’ll take care of Jon. Show him just what he needs, teach him how to enjoy sex, to enjoy a heat, just like any good father should (Jon, impaled on his cock, grinding down onto the knot lodged inside of him, cums again).

> When the heat ends and Jon is fully in his right mind again he’ll feel awful, guilty. That his hormones took him out of his mind so badly he threw himself at his boss. That he let an alpha into his bed for a heat, and he’s almost certainly pregnant. That he feels so close to Elias, closer than before, still views him as his dad, despite everything they did together.

> (BECAUSE of everything they did together…)

> He’s pregnant. It’s almost guaranteed. Like he’s not just starting his academic career. Like he can afford to care for however many kids Elias bred him up with (and he must surely have a litter in him, with how much time they spent together… how many times Elias bred him full (his stomach is still a little distended from all the cum)). He’s panicking but it’s alright, his father is here, taking Jon into the cage of his arms. Pinning him down. Beginning to slowly thrust inside of Jon, letting out soothing subvocals all the while. Jon responding with the same chirps and chitters he’d used throughout his heat. Dad, please, I need you. Please I’m scared. I need you. I love you. I need you…

> Just. Omegaverse fauxcest everyone.

> *I do NOT have the brainpower to overthink omegaverse gender roles right now. It’d be more complicated than that but “he’s like a father to me” is the general gist of Jon’s feelings.