2025-02-14 18:00:06 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Hear me out. Closeted transmasc jon being a clothing thief. Wearing Elias’ clothes and having Feelings. Bonus points if it cracks the egg. Do you see my vision

2025-02-15 1:47:45 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> I just want Jon completely fucked out.

> Maybe he got absolutely Railed. Fucked into the mattress, cumming again and again. Can’t even stand in the aftermath. Eyes sort of glassy and uncomprehending. (One of?) his partners says something to him and he just sort of stares and blinks at them cause he didn’t even hear. Nothing but static in his head every thought fucked away from him. Soooo sleepy and clueless and cute.

> Elias eating him out on his desk or in a supply closet on an early institute morning. Edging Jon again and again until he finally lets Jon cum. Jon collapsing all boneless and spent onto the floor. Elias chuckling fondly as he helps him to his feet, needing to walk him down to the archives cause his legs are all jelly and Elias doesn’t trust he won’t go falling down the stairs.

> Or darker, maybe. Someone forcing Jon to the ground, over the nearest surface, even down into his own bed. Mind going blank when they force their way inside him. Pleading no stop please even as he’s railed into the mattress. Them fucking him until all he can say is please please please, not even sure what he’s asking for anymore. Dimly aware that he hates this, that it’s wrong, but his body is reacting with pleasure. Cumming on a stranger’s invading fingers, their hard cock. Body feeling so much pleasure that he can’t focus on anything but how good the violation is. Dumped on the ground in a heap afterwards, cum leaking from his sore, used cunt as he stares up blearily at his rapist. Moving too slow to cover himself when they take a picture of his naked body. Legs trembling when he tries to stand up, not really thinking, falling back down to the ground again. Just lying there in a fucked-out stupor, all miserable and helpless and naked. Where anyone could do whatever they wanted to him and he wouldn’t even really be able to react….

2025-02-15 1:51:56 ¶ ● ⬈

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Nipple clamps under Jon's clothes all day. Hurting so good. Distracting him. Maybe visible if his clothes are tight enough. Having them tightened partway through the day because he's gotten too used to them... he doesn't take them off because he's Good.

(Pair this with some rope under his clothes and that makes for an utterly needy pliant Jon, I suspect.)

skiesandcandy:

> He could take them off so easily. He doesn’t. Doesn’t even cross his mind. Squirming and panting quietly because it hurts and his whole body feels like it’s on fire and he can’t think straight, can hardly form a thought. Constantly distracted, straining against the ropes just to be reminded he can’t get out. He’s stuck. He’s caught and owned and he has a task and he’s going to do so good and he’s going to get rewarded and he’s not a person, not right now. Just something for Elias to watch and admire.

> Goddd. Jon whimpering barely able to do anything sooo pliant <33 flushed and floating barely even aware of his surroundings. Only focused on being good. Eyes sooo hazy <3Quietly drowning in the knowledge he’s doing good. He’s not even struggling or making a scene because he’s good and he’s going to be so good all day, even though he’s so wet and he wants to just go and present himself and get fucked and be used :(( . I am thinking. I am putting this in my back pocket for later. I think Elias should torment Jon with shit under his clothes more often tbh. Vibrators. Tail plugs. A plug that keeps his cum inside actually would be very fun. Lots of cuts and bruises all over his chest, making sure he wears something that constantly presses against them. I’m thinking. I’m thinking about it

2025-02-15 3:40:55 ¶ ●

Thinking about Jon under the effects of the camera again. Maybe another artifact that’s localized just to him so Jonah can play with him, a necklace or something. Yes Jonah loves his little Archive all full with knowledge, but he’s also so very pretty when he’s all emptied out.

Just empty headed and confused, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He can’t remember how he got here. He feels so good as he’s held down, as he’s filled, as he’s fucked. He wants to be filled the Archive is so empty, it’s not supposed to be. Jon passed around, maybe at a fundraiser, he’s the entertainment, but this way he can’t ask his nagging little questions. He’s just there to be used.

Jon left on the floor afterward, the Artifact slipping off him and all of it rushes back. It’s horrifying as he remembers begging telling everyone he was so empty. He tries to lie to himself that he didn’t enjoy it, but when the videotape is dropped off at his flat later, well he needs to confirm that it was real.

2025-02-15 3:44:06 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> I think a lot of Jon’s fantasies are what if he fights and screams and bite against what he wants and he loses <3 what if he does all the right things and resists and it doesn’t matter because it’s not his choice <3 he can fight and ease his conscience but he’ll lose <3 his dad knows better <333

2025-02-15 3:52:33 ¶ ●

Thinking about the Elias forcing Jon to wear nipple clamps, ropes, vibrators or anything really to work. Jon trying so hard to be inconspicuous, but it’s hard when your all-seeing boss knows just when to click the vibrator higher, or walk past you and under the pretense of fixing your tie tug on the clamps on his nipples.

So of course others notice, and it becomes a thing of gossip. Everyone whispering about uptight Sims wearing those sorts of things to work. What a little slut. Maybe a few of them corner him, pull up his shirt to show off his puffy clamped nipples, or yank his pants down to show off how wet he is.

Maybe they use it as an invitation, taking pictures, and making Jon suck them off. Otherwise these photos are ending up posted on the bulletin board in research, or on the internet. Jon terrified, hoping maybe Elias will save him, he won’t, unless they go too far. He’s been watching his hand on his dick since they first started.

Jon going to Elias after, who comforts him, wipes away his tears. But also mentions that if Jon had been better at hiding it maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

2025-02-15 3:57:43 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

gumy-shark:

> when you reblog a post because you think a specific mutual would enjoy it and then they reblog it from you

2025-02-15 4:04:13 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Thinks about camera jon. Elias telling him to touch himself and jon forgetting that he is looking down and getting sooo confused. Jon keeping forgetting over and over again. Thinking about Jon not knowing why he’s sweating or why everything feels so good. Being blindsided by cumming all over himself. Jon whining that he doesnt know what’s happening, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know anything, why does it feel so good, why can’t he think, it’s so much, dad, please-

> Im just. Thinking about them.

2025-02-15 15:51:30 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Jonelias omegaverse fauxcest.

2025-02-15 15:55:19 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Some omegaverse joncon Thoughts before I finally get up and start my day…

> Keep reading

2025-02-15 15:58:39 ¶ ●

Elias giving Jon a Property of of the Magnus Institute tramp stamp send post.

2025-02-15 17:09:32 ¶ ●

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Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims

- skiesandcandy

“You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.

Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.

Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.

Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?

“Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”

“Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”

He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.

“Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.

Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.

“Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”

Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.

“Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.

“Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.

“Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.

“Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.

2025-02-15 18:19:38 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Look I just think Jon deserves to get drugged out of his mind and given everything he feels terrible for wanting when he’s too blissed out to hate himself. I think he deserves to be fully treated like Elias’ wonderful son who’s sooo helpless right now, poor baby, good thing his dad’s here to take care of him. I think he should exploit all his most embarrassing kinks. He should push so hard on his bladder as he whimpers and whines unable to form the words that wait he can’t he’s gonna- until he loses control. I think Elias should mock him so much for how helpless he is like this. Can’t even tell when he needs to go, poor baby, what was he doing all on his own? For shame. He needs someone to take care of him. Jon sniffling and whining soo embarassed and so turned on and whimpering but you can barely make out what he’s saying from how slurred it is. Doesn’t need to worry about talking or participating or even being good. His dad can make him <3 it’s okay. He doesn’t have to worry about anything. His fathers here now, all that matters is feeling good and being praised for barely even being able to move on his own. Jon is having a religious experience

2025-02-15 18:21:10 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

mysterypuppy:

2025-02-15 18:24:28 ¶ ● ⬈

elias-rights:

> Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they’re being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark

2025-02-15 18:59:35 ¶ ●

Thinking about Sasha and monster Jon again, monster Jon trying to hide some of his more monstrous bits and behaviors. Trying to talk like a person instead of trilling and clicking to communicate, keeping his fangs and claws covered, not wrapping around Sasha like a big cat. Not wanting to scare Sasha, she’s his first new friend in so long. Everyone other than Jonah that he met never gave him a chance just saw a monster and ran. Sasha noticing something is stressing Jon, Jonah telling her when she finally goes to ask what she should do.

Sasha going back to Jon, pulling him down by his muzzle to press her forehead to his. Telling him he doesn’t have to pretend to keep her around. He doesn’t have to be a person, he can be a monster and she won’t care. Stroking his fur as he wraps around her trilling happily.

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.

2025-02-15 19:57:53 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> I don’t know how you’d ever get this much honesty out of him but I want Jon to whisper “I wish I was your kid” to elias. Okay. I have no idea how he’d ever be this honest. Ever. But the image has been HAUNTING me

2025-02-16 0:54:17 ¶ ● ⬈

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Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims

- skiesandcandy

anaceshornyblog:

> “You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.

> Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.

> Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.

> Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.

> “Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?

> “Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”

> “Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”

> He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.

> “Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.

> Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.

> “Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”

> Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.

> “Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.

> “Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.

> “Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.

> “Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.

2025-02-16 3:38:41 ¶ ●

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❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜ je for the Sci fi au? Maybe?

“I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?

Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.

Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…

It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.

If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.

“You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”

“Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?

“I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.

Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?

The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.

His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.

“I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.

“I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.

“As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”

2025-02-16 3:45:51 ¶ ●

I think Elias should get to parade Jon through the institute on a pretty leash. Such a good dog, showing off how well trained he is. Send post.

2025-02-16 4:53:43 ¶ ●

When your brain starts in with the thought that everyone hates what you write.

2025-02-16 6:38:45 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

##

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜ je for the Sci fi au? Maybe?

anaceshornyblog:

> “I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?

> Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.

> Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…

> It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.

> If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.

> “You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”

> “Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?

> “I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.

> Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?

> The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.

> His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.

> “I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.

> “I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.

> “As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”

2025-02-16 6:45:36 ¶ ●

Elias being both the cause of Jon’s pain and the person he wants to go to for comfort.

2025-02-16 7:18:51 ¶ ●

Jon sticking to paper statements and getting so hungry that he actually just tries eating the tapes he records. He can’t eat the statements, they’re important information and need to be filed. But hey if he records a snack on an extra tape recorder well crunch crunch.

2025-02-16 7:33:18 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Thinks about sci fi au. Do u think Jon misses being that lonely engineer hanging out with a spaceship instead if socializing on his lunch breaks. Half moving to offer hin a sandwich and remembering half way through That Is Not A Human and looking like he wants to throw himself into the airlock. Do you think he misses it.

> Thinking of that one thing

> “You took everything from me!”

> “I did.”

> “You- you lied to me!”

> “I did.”

> “You told me you loved me!”

> “I do.”

> Just. Do you GET it

2025-02-16 7:39:51 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> I need to sexualize the sci fi au more tbh. There’s so much potential for horny there I’m just not a machine fucker. But Jon would be so I must Learn. But like. The inherent homoeroticsm of taking over someone’s body. Of being so deeply connected you are now permanently apart of each other. Of owning each other. The inherent homoerotism of controlling each other’s bodies. The inherent. Do you GET IT

2025-02-16 7:47:05 ¶ ●

Pour one out for the relationship counselor the crew hires in the sci-fi au. Whatever it was they didn’t pay you enough.

2025-02-16 7:58:25 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> How do we think Elias feels the first time post transformation jon thinks of elias as His. Thoughts?

2025-02-16 19:38:00 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > It’d be ooc and unrealistic as hell but I really am charmed by the idea of Jon just. Fucking his way through half the institute and most of the donors.

> Jon who’s just started T and would needs a tremendously inconvenient number of orgasms to get through the day. He’ll reciprocate if he feels his partner requires it but really he’d much rather cum once or twice and then get back to work.

> Mostly he’s just irritated over how demanding his libido has become. And look, there’s only so many times you can cum in a cramped bathroom stall before it gets stale and uncomfortable, but there’s a good number of discrete, rarely used rooms all over the institute, and he’s not going to be missed for ten minutes, so if somebody could give him a quick ten minute railing that leaves him nice and sated it’d be much appreciated. Yes yes that was satisfactory. Time for work now.

> It’s not uncommon for Jon to go missing for fifteen or so minutes and come back a little wobbly but ready to focus, or for him to vanish with one (sometimes two) party-goers during institute events. He’s in Elias’ office at least twice a day (and often over Rosie’s desk afterwards too). Sometimes people offer to take him home but he gets all snippy and dismissive because he’s quite capable of taking care of himself at home, thankyouverymuch. Can rate the cunnilingus skills of every single other person in research (Sasha holds the top spot, obviously), has Opinions about which donors are and aren’t a good lay (the Lukases have the dubious distinction of being The Worst, as far as he’s concerned), and he WILL say something if he thinks someone’s done a shit job bringing him off. Eventually his libido cools down and he’s back to his regularly scheduled programming of bringing himself off in private and getting on with his day without distractions, but for a year or so he was. Tremendously Popular.

2025-02-18 0:36:09 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> Elias should have a little dog bed under his desk for Jon.

> At first Jon refused to use it. It was humiliating. Degrading. Did Elias seriously expect him to- to sit in that?? Wouldn’t cockwarm Elias under his desk anymore, which did almost win Elias back over, but he knew Jon’s bark was stronger than his bite. He would cave.

> And he did. Slowly at first. On those days where all he wanted was to hold Elias’ cock in his mouth, receive his warm, soft affection, that gentle touch on his hair, where nothing was expected of him but this. And so he would reluctantly slip to his knees and crawl backwards onto the dog bed. And Elias would tilt Jon’s head back and call him “good boy” while unzipping his trousers, and Jon would ignore how it made him shiver. How kneeling for Elias in his little dog bed made him wet.

> He’d start to fantasize about it. Elias bringing the dog bed out from under the desk. Keeping Jon on it (leashed and collared, of course), making Jon suck him off while anyone who wanted could just come in and See. Jon whining for his owner’s cock while some donor or employee watched him hump Elias’ leg like a dog in heat. Ashamed of how hard the idea always makes him cum.

> And then it escalates. Elias getting Jon a dog toy, something nice and big enough to hump. “I can’t have you making a mess of my shoes, Jon. And we both know how you are when it comes to self control.” Pressing it against Jon’s cunt and smirking when he gasps and shudders at the spark of pleasure and heat it ignites. Jon warming Elias’ cock again. Sleepy and aroused, going to rut against Elias’ thigh until he pulls out and moves it away. “No Jon, we talked about this. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?” Letting Jon continue until the moment he tries to bring himself off on Elias, until Jon is desperate and whining and begging for touch. Kicking the dog toy over to him. Not letting him take Elias’ cock back into his mouth until he begins to hump it. Helplessly rolling his hips down onto it again and again until he cums, gasping and swallowing around Elias’ hardening cock.

> Jon thinks about curling up in his little dog bed often. The softness, the comfort, everything falling away except for being a good boy (a good dog, Elias’ good dog). Soon Elias buys him more dog toys. Things for him to suck and chew on when Elias is spent and Jon is still feeling restless. Gets him a collar and a leash. Maybe even sends him a dog bed for use at home, when he doesn’t have Elias to comfort and care for him like he needs.

> Perhaps he even gets some newspapers, puppy pads (or whatever they’re called) to make Jon use while he’s being Elias’ dog. At first Jon refuses to use them, tries to hold it till the end of the scene, but he can never last long enough. Letting out a sad little whine as he wets himself, pee flooding his trousers and soaking the dog bed. Until, of course, he gives in. Shamefully pulls off his pants and underwear and squats to piss where he’s supposed to, like a good dog.

> Always, Jon pushes back, loudly resisting every gift and gesture and request until his own need and desire wins out and he gives in. Submits to Elias and lets himself be a good boy, just like he needs.

2025-02-18 0:39:31 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Jon’s so very breedable… I just want someone to take advantage of him. Play with him until he can’t even think about the risk of pregnancy until it’s too late. Drug him so all he can do is lie there all sleepy and hazy and pleasured as he gets pumped full of cum. Breed him while he’s actually asleep, totally unaware and unable to do anything to stop it. Tease him until he’s so horny and needy that he fucks himself on his partner’s cock, not even thinking of the consequences until they finish inside him. Mess with his birth control or condoms because they don’t care, they’re going to make sure he’s good and pregnant whether he wants it or not. Push him to the ground while he screams and tries to fight back and forcing him to take cock until he cums helplessly, hating how much pleasure his body is feeling. His rapist continuing to breed him even after he passes out beneath them….

> He’s just. He’s just SO breedable.

2025-02-18 0:44:07 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > Elias should just get to enjoy Jon while he records a statement in general….

> > Thinking about pregnant Jon. Reading out a statement while Elias sinks down and begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his soft tits, swollen with milk. Leaning in to drink from Jon, suckling from one nipple while he squeezes the other, milk dribbling onto Jon’s swollen stomach, his trousers… Jon’s soft little gasps even as he keeps going…… Elias drinking from him greedily.

> When Jon is done Elias instructs him to read another statement. Then another. Then another. Jon runs out of milk near the end of the first statement, but Elias continues to play with his sensitive chest while Jon squirms beneath him. Eventually of course Jon needs the bathroom, he hasn’t gone in a while and the pregnancy means he needs to pee more often now. But Elias has managed to fit Jon in his lap and he’s feeling quite comfortable now (he’d just sit on Jon’s lap, but there was little enough room before Jon’s stomach got so big and heavy with Elias’ baby). Surely Jon can wait? Just a few more statements. Jon so so full and aroused but Elias is already sliding another statement in front of him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint Elias, does he?

> (Doesn’t want to disappoint his father. But he can’t think like that. Not when he’s been spreading his legs for Elias for months now, not when he’s carrying his baby; no, he has to forget that fantasy.)

> Eventually it gets to be too much. But Elias still won’t let him get up, rubbing his hands admiringly all over Jon’s stomach. Pressing down on just the wrong (right) spot, Jon moaning and begging “no no not there stop please,” even as he shudders and wets himself, gasping with shame and relief as he finally releases all the urine inside of him.

2025-02-18 0:46:59 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Elias should have Jon on his lap while he reads statements. Lifting Jon up just enough to remove both their trousers, sliding him back down onto Elias’ cock…..

2025-02-18 0:49:21 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Thinks about. When jons being a toy or dog. Sometimes elias will use it/it’s for him. And it Awakens something in it. Do you see my vision. Today I am pushing my it/its for “disconnected from being human by trauma” reasons Jon.

2025-02-18 0:52:11 ¶ ●

It/its Jon my beloved, Jon deserves a little dehumanization as a treat.

2025-02-18 0:58:39 ¶ ●

Love Dog Jon but have you considered Doll Jon, Elias dressing it up in whatever he wants because Dolls don’t get to make decisions. Jon being posed, having to stay still because everytime it moves Elias adds more time. Trying to stay still as Elias strokes its chest, muttering about how lifelike it is, teasing its cunt. Just completely dehumanizing Jon and it makes it so wet.

It can’t speak, or maybe it has a few phrases it’s allowed to use, some dolls do have recordings. Jon doesn’t have to make any decisions, just stay still and let Elias do what he wants.

2025-02-18 2:00:25 ¶ ●

Jon who has very complicated feelings about everything in regard to romance and sex. It always got in the way of their past relationships, unable to explain.

He doesn’t need to explain anything to Elias.

Jon being his doll, it doesn’t need to worry about the complicated barbed feelings around relationships. Dolls aren’t people, it is just a thing to be used. Dolls can be cherished and loved but it doesn’t have to reciprocate, doesn’t have to untangle that ball of feelings.

Elias can dress it however he wants, he takes such good care of it. It is a cherished possession, to be treated with affection, but only in a way a doll should be. Elias can treat it like a person sometimes, or wind it up to have it move about on its own for a bit, but it is a doll and it needs its owner.

It can be manipulated and posed how its owner wants, admiring it, but it doesn’t have to do anything. Elias can use it all he wants, it just has to lie there and take it. It can’t fight, can’t argue, can’t even speak or move. It is only there to look nice and be used and there is no room for any other thoughts.

It’s exactly what it wants.

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 3:48:27 ¶ ● ⬈

incessant-visions:

> crotch rope under Jon’s clothes all day send post

2025-02-18 3:50:11 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Anytime I think about hr with je I lose years off my life. Those poor fuckers. They gotta deal with weird father son shit AND them fucking. None of them are getting paid enough

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.

2025-02-19 2:04:38 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

incessant-visions:

> university au jonelias where in Jon’s meetings with his academic tutor (elias, of course) he tends to bring up his lack of sleep from his flatmates being noisy… professor bouchard asks if Jon can move out; no he can’t, he’s not got the money for quieter student halls, and nobody to move into a house with….

> but elias offers Jon his spare room; he’ll pay rent of course, it’ll be a proper arrangement, but much more quiet… Jon, of course, accepts.

2025-02-19 7:10:47 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

lollytea:

> I love characters who can be manipulated into doing completely irredeemable things if the promise of parental love is dangled over their head idk what to tell you

2025-02-19 23:25:12 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Joncon omegaverse home invasion….

> Keep reading

2025-02-19 23:27:04 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > Love how we can all agree that jon deserves to be pampered by someone with horrible intentions. Give the man a break ok. He can be a bit of a monster if he wants. I support him

> If Jon wants to go missing presumed dead to get in a horrible situationship with his evil boss well then frankly power to him.

2025-02-19 23:35:12 ¶ ●

Jon just stops coming to work one day, everyone wondering where he went, but most not really caring. Jon being kept in Elias’s home, at first he had been kept chained up like a dog, Elias taking care of him telling him it’s to keep him safe. Jon managed to get out once, it was a bad idea, and he’s too scared to leave again, better the monster you know after all.

2025-02-19 23:39:54 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Tldr. I think Jon should get to have a very evil father figure and I think he should love him very much and also get him pregnant.

2025-02-19 23:59:47 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> S4 where Jon goes with Jonah…. gets pregnant…… Jonah bringing statement givers to him. He needs to take care of his son but some days Jon is still too sick and tired to go hunting. Some frightened person who’s been touched by the fears being herded towards a heavily pregnant Archivist, waiting patiently for the meal. Staying and watching his son Feed, making sure he’s safe….

> When Jon is done the statement giver should collapse to the ground, exhausted, while Jonah goes over to kiss Jon, fondling his pregnant belly and leaking tits while they scramble to their feet and flee in terror.

2025-02-20 0:05:07 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

## KINK RATING TIME!!

mandareeboo:

> lostlittledaydream:

> > Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

> > No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |