2025-02-08 14:55:17 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> Jon starting to go into heat on a late night at the institute. Instinctively going to Elias’ office before he’s even really thought it through. And Elias is out, of course, but the lock is easy enough to pick (why is he doing this? why is he doing this??) and so Jon slips inside. He’s so tired, and Elias’ chair looks so warm. So comforting. He doesn’t have a nest but that’s ok. His alpha will help him build one when he gets back. Will being his clothes and blankets and help Jon make the perfect nest. And he just nuzzles up against the chair (it smells just like Elias. so warm. so comforting. so safe) right there and falls asleep in it.

> Some time during the night he wakes up, heat in full swing, grinding his soaked cunt into the chair. He’s whimpering, subvocals crying out for his alpha, his dad. He doesn’t even think about it, just shucks off all his clothes (stifling, itchy) and begins to masturbate. Collapses on Elias desk as he brings himself off, then moves to the couch to hump Elias’ pillows. He cums and cums but it’s not enough, he needs his alpha. Eventually he tires himself out enough to fall asleep again, whining softly.

> In the early morning he’s rouses by the sun, rutting against the couch cushions and soon his fingers are sliding into his aching cunt. It takes three orgasms to satisfy him, get him lucid enough to realize where he is and what he’s done.

> The whole office smells of his pheromones. Elias’s chair AND couch (still smells like him, still smells like his alpha (his dad)) are soaked in his slick. The room stinks of arousal and need and desperation, and it’d be obvious to even a beta that an omega in heat was in here, and anyone else would easily be able to tell that said omega got off. Where we go from here… diverges.

> In one universe, Jon slinks out the door in mortified shame and stays (mostly) lucid juuuust long enough to hurridly throw his clothes on and take a cab home. Spends his heat aching for Elias, humping one of the pillows he stole and whining for his dad. Elias will be patiently understanding when he gets back, ask for the stolen pillow with an amused smile while Jon flushes and stumbles over apologies, and will tell Jon that if he needs anything, anything at all, he can always ask. (An offer Jon will never take him up on but will wonder about endlessly, weighing on late, lonely nights when his only company is his fingers and his knotted dildo (a heat aid that sees frequent out-of-heat use)).

> Or, perhaps, Jon will wake up a little later, when the sun is streaming in through the windows. And Elias? Well, he does love to get in early. Always so much to do, after all. And he is, of course, shocked to discover Jon rutting against his couch cushions, deep in the throes of heat. It doesn’t stop Jon, of course. Oh, he’s aware enough to be mortified, but he just feels so good, he can’t stop, his hips rolling without his permission. Whining, subvocals a desperate, needy chorus. Isn’t he a good omega? He’s been left all alone all night. He needs his alpha, needs his dad. Needs to be held and filled and bred. And oh, Elias really should resist. Jon’s all but guaranteed to get pregnant, is hardly in his right mind, but oh he’s always been so indulgent, hasn’t he? And Jon has been so good, and how is he meant to resist? When Jon’s desperately trying to cum, staring at him with those big wide eyes, intoxicating pheromones filling the air…? It’s so easy to shrug his jacket off, fish his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. To pin Jon down, taking deep inhales of his scent even as he begins to press inside his soaking cunt. And Jon submits to him so easily, crying out for his dad’s knot, his cum, his baby (and oh, Elias should’ve guessed, shouldn’t he? Should’ve known about Jon’s little fetish. He can be Jon’s father, if that’s what he needs. He’ll take such wonderful care of his boy…)

2025-02-08 19:32:16 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Jon in heat alone at his lonely flat in a nest that doesn’t smell like his dad at all , whining for his alpha to come take care of him,,, his fingers aren’t enough toys arent enough it’s not him he’s all empty and wet and alone and his dad should be here, why isn’t he here? He’s so good. He’s such a good boy. Elias calling him. Acting all innocent. “You don’t usually call out of work this late. Are you feeling alright, Jon?” And just the sound of his concern makes him clench down so hard, subvocals immediately whining that no no he’s all alone and he’s all empty and he’s too hot and he’s so wet and nobody wants him before he can stop it,,, hrnfhfjfn

2025-02-08 19:53:46 ¶ ●

I do love the idea of Jon calling in sick during his heat. At no point did he consider why an email would have been better, he just doesn’t want to seem unprofessional by not calling in.

Elias answering the phone and asking him what’s wrong, only for Jon’s subvocals to start up the most petulant whining tirade against Elias for not being there, why won’t he hold him, Jon is good, he can be so good, please dad, please don’t make him stay alone it hurts it hurts so much. Just the most babyish whiny omega subvocals ever heard.

Jon just frozen through this whole thing, praying that he burst into flames or something. As soon as his solo vocals finally quiet down the silence on the line is just so awkward on Jon’s side.

Elias telling him that he will let his team know he’s going to be out and Jon hanging up as his subvocals start to get a second wind shoving his face in his nest and screaming.

Elias is considering if he could justify showing up at his Archivist’s house, in a purely professional scope of course, for Jon’s health.

2025-02-08 20:26:48 ¶ ●

Look I love a good omega Jon is needy and compliant during heat sex.

Have you considered however Jon being the most particular, bratty, snippy omega. Just his subvocals are whiny yes but instead of begging they are demanding attention now. His nest better be perfect and woe the Alpha that messes it up. Jon being bitey and growling until he’s properly held down and knotted.

I just need omega Jon being the bitchiest most demanding omega, but it’s okay he’s really cute.

2025-02-09 20:59:44 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Hey hold on. Why haven’t I been mixing power gap with omegaverse?? Ohhhhh my god. Young intern Jon who looks up to his middle-aged charming alpha boss. Who veiws him as a steadying comforting presence. Who hates how easily Elias gets to all his worst omega instincts. Who spends one-too-many late nights working alongside Elias (who is such a good mentor, who really cares, who-) going into heat, and one thing just leads to another, and in a few days he wakes up finally lucid, only to realize that he’s in bed with his boss, that he’s been claimed, and that he’s almost certainly pregnant. And it’s far too late.

2025-02-10 15:51:34 ¶ ●

Young intern Omega Jon waking up at the tail end of his heat curled against Elias still seated and stuck on his knot. Jon’s body covered in bruises, reaching up to find a fresh bandage on his neck covering his new claiming bite. Jon starting to panic, which just makes him clamp down, which wakes Elias.

Elias holding Jon close soft rumbles coming from his chest working on Jon’s new instincts to trust his Alpha. Jon knowing in some small part of himself that this is wrong, but the fresh mark on his neck rewired most of that. Jon looking down at his stomach which is distended, he half wonders if he’ll look like this is Elias’s breeding takes.

Jon starting to cry softly, as he considers that actually this might be bad. Elias thrusting lazily into him, chasing away those distressing thoughts Jon is having.

2025-02-18 2:12:02 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Btw in any omegaverse au people should assume je are adopted parent and child before they assume mates because of the way they chirp at each other and scent mark. Will I be shot for this

2025-02-18 14:17:50 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> Post Leitner-murder Elias should scent-mark Jon I think. Covered in blood and holding him so so close as he rubs his scent glands all over Jon. Needs to make sure he smells like Elias. Needs everyone to know that this is his mate, his son. Jon confused and frightened and maybe going to push him away until Elias bites down on his neck. Makes Jon go all limp and pliant. Finally lets out a deep rumbly contented purr. Son. Little pup. Safe. Mine. So good. So good. Mine. Safe. Beloved. My pup. Safe. Mine. Jon stumbling out into the dark, after Elias finally let him go, covered in blood and drowning in his father’s scent and so so wet.