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

2025-02-05 16:00:10 ¶ ●

Non-apocalypse Monster Jon where Jonah keeps him like a trained attack dog. Jon sitting at Jonah’s feet his head resting in his lap as Jonah had his meetings. Jonah stroking his hair, calling him such a good dog, so well trained. Jonah letting Jon off his leash to hunt, Jon driving his target back to Jonah, tearing the fear out of them while Jonah watches. Do you see my vision?

2025-02-06 0:35:53 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

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> > > Not a fic but on the darker end, so I’m hiding it under a cut. Some noncon coma breeding shit (focused on the aftermath mainly)

> > > Keep reading

> > Beholding won’t tell him who it is, either. Not when he spends his time paranoid and fearful again. Not when having the information would be less frightening than not. Eventually, he’ll be powerful enough to know, but not now.

> > Maybe it gives him the memory of his rapist’s experience, though. How his tight wet cunt felt on their cock. How wonderful it was. How he came on their fingers, and then again when they fucked him. How sometimes they liked playing with him until he came again and again and again. Enjoying his pliant body, gratified by how responsive he was to their touch. Beholding forcing his own rapist’s pleasure on him until he cums without even touching himself, crying from this additional violation.

> Enjoy a very contrived porn scenario I’m now imagining:

> Keep reading

2025-02-06 0:41:15 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > skiesandcandy:

> > > Jon being reminded of what he imagines having a father should be like during sex is always so fun because he’d be soooo guilty about it. Surely there is something seriously wrong with him. Meanwhile Jonahs having the time of his life. I maintain Jonah doesn’t have a daddy kink but he LOVES being a caretaker/having Jon dependent on him. He loves it. Soothes some of his need for intimacy without needing to be vulnerable himself and instead Jon is the vulnerable one. Also it’s gender affirming. I said what I said. Being viewed as like. Ideal father figure, need to please and gain affection from? It is going to Do things to him I think. Do you see my vision.

> > Jonah doesn’t have a daddy kink but like. Jon being dependent on him? Being in a position of power over him where Jon needs him, where a bond or at least some sort of Need is guaranteed? Where Jon Needs to attach to him and look to him for anything? Where he can shape him, guide him, make him all his own? Where Jon relies on him so deeply, trusts him like nobody else? Being so close to him while also having so much authority over him that he might as well be his father? Yeah I think that does it for him. I am trying so hard to convey my Jonah Thoughts but idk if it’s working. Do you see the vision.

> It’s like. I think Jonah would find the idea of being needed more than he needs them reassuring. I think the idea of being responsible for shaping someone appeals to him deeply for his own Issue related reasons. I think he might not have a daddy kink but his own Things slot very neatly into it. Do you get it.

2025-02-06 0:44:23 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> For the record anytime I write Jonah he’s trans whether his body is or not

2025-02-06 0:49:10 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> Elias gently guiding Jon through the process of giving a blowjob, holding his hair and moving his head for him, praising him whenever he remembers to swallow or take Elias in an extra inch. And something about his stern, steady, loving presence somehow reminds Jon of having a father (even though he really doesn’t have any actual experience to compare it to, and isn’t it such a strange thought to be having? No father should ever be doing this to their son…), but he feels so warm and content because he’s doing a good job. Elias is so pleased with him. So proud. And Elias pulls out so he can tilt Jon’s head up, admire his swollen lips and glassy eyes while he finishes himself off, and then Jon looks up at him and whimpers and says “dad- dad please…” and Elias swears and cums across his face.

2025-02-06 0:52:03 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Jon purring but during cockwarming. It’s a strange little sign of his inhumanity that neither of them really expected. He’s on his knees for Elias, or maybe in his lap, Elias half-hard inside of him. And Jon is just so warm and content and sleepy. Nice and relaxed. Just there to be Elias’ good boy, his precious pet. Letting out a low, gentle purr that he doesn’t even really notice.

2025-02-06 0:57:26 ¶ ●

Look clearly Jon was left alone a lot during his coma. I think someone should fuck him then. So Peter doing it to make Elias upset is always one of my favorites. Sending him the tape. Wondering if he got Elias’s precious Archivist pregnant.

2025-02-06 1:02:41 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Btw in my heart past Jon falls into the beholding WAY faster than in canon. And maybe even More into it or at least more before fearpocalypse comes around. Does he have a corruption arc? Who knows. But he’s definitely getting way less human way faster. Elias is thrilled. Future Jon not so much. Elias is so proud of his archivist, tearing into any new information with such gusto it reminds him of himself at his age. So eager to learn to be stronger to be safe…so desperate to Know and Understand and Learn. The first time he compels him or tries to he’s so proud of him he can’t hold back a real smile. His archivist growing so fast. Hfmfbfkfj. Explodes forever

2025-02-06 1:08:48 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > Btw in my heart past Jon falls into the beholding WAY faster than in canon. And maybe even More into it or at least more before fearpocalypse comes around. Does he have a corruption arc? Who knows. But he’s definitely getting way less human way faster. Elias is thrilled. Future Jon not so much. Elias is so proud of his archivist, tearing into any new information with such gusto it reminds him of himself at his age. So eager to learn to be stronger to be safe…so desperate to Know and Understand and Learn. The first time he compels him or tries to he’s so proud of him he can’t hold back a real smile. His archivist growing so fast. Hfmfbfkfj. Explodes forever

> “You’re growing so fast, you know that? I wasn’t half as eager as you were about this.”

> “I’m not *eager*, I’m doing what I have to, Elias. There’s nothing more to it.”

> Elias smiles fondly. “You don’t need to lie to me, Jon. It’s completely alright. I was worried about how you’d react, honestly.” His hand is a comforting weight on his shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to be safer, or needing to understand what’s happening to you. If anything, being willing to do anything to achieve that is admirable. You accepting that is nothing but a good thing.”

> Jon looks unsure, but he can tell the praise warms him even so.

> “And besides, Jon.” His hand runs down to the eye. “You look beautiful.”

2025-02-06 1:22:43 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Basically the ideal time travel au past! Jon / Elias is whatever would make future Jon bang their head into the wall the most. And it’d be so funny and so sad if them trying to prevent the apocalypse caused their past self to run straight towards it. Congratulations you have become what you sought to destroy ! Again

2025-02-06 1:46:11 ¶ ●

Look non-apocalypse MonsterJon is just the creature that lives in the Archives that everyone is scared of. No one goes down there, but if you put a request into the box by the door your statement will be in the outbox within 4-5 business days.

Sasha being, queen of no self preservation that she is, going down there to investigate. Jon seeing a new human and just following her through the Archive like a very weird shadow. Sasha finally decides there nothing down here and turns to leave and there’s just a monster behind her. She screams, it screams, and the two are just standing there screaming for a moment before Sasha stops, and actually looks at it.

The creature just staring at her with big sad eyes because he did not mean to scare her Jonah is just very bad at socializing his pet. Sasha deciding that she is going to touch the neck floof if it kills her.

Jonah coming down like an hour later, he was at home okay even he can’t make London traffic disappear, to find Sasha tucked into one of Jon’s extra arms as he shows her his filing system. Sasha has one hand buried in his neck floof because it is so fucking soft while she offers him some tips.

Jonah just sighing and getting the non-disclosure agreement and job transfer forms ready.

Sasha becoming the new archival assistant because the monster in the basement was just like mine now.

2025-02-06 3:07:58 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

anaceshornyblog:

> Look non-apocalypse MonsterJon is just the creature that lives in the Archives that everyone is scared of. No one goes down there, but if you put a request into the box by the door your statement will be in the outbox within 4-5 business days.

> Sasha being, queen of no self preservation that she is, going down there to investigate. Jon seeing a new human and just following her through the Archive like a very weird shadow. Sasha finally decides there nothing down here and turns to leave and there’s just a monster behind her. She screams, it screams, and the two are just standing there screaming for a moment before Sasha stops, and actually looks at it.

> The creature just staring at her with big sad eyes because he did not mean to scare her Jonah is just very bad at socializing his pet. Sasha deciding that she is going to touch the neck floof if it kills her.

> Jonah coming down like an hour later, he was at home okay even he can’t make London traffic disappear, to find Sasha tucked into one of Jon’s extra arms as he shows her his filing system. Sasha has one hand buried in his neck floof because it is so fucking soft while she offers him some tips.

> Jonah just sighing and getting the non-disclosure agreement and job transfer forms ready.

> Sasha becoming the new archival assistant because the monster in the basement was just like mine now.

Sasha giving Jon lots of cuddles because she has never seen anything so touch-starved. Her complaining at Jonah because clearly he hasn’t been properly taking care of Jon. Jonah glaring at Jon because that is a lie, Jon is just a needy little monster, and Jon just wagging his tail.

I like the idea that this MonsterJon doesn’t really talk, finds it easier to just let others assume things, other than Jonah of course who can just read his mind. He’s got so much expressiveness between his tail and the rest of him that Sasha can pretty much determine what he’s trying to tell her. He can purr though which Sasha finds out one day when she’s sorting with Jon half-curled around her, and she stroking his floof and it sounds like a heavy static rumble. She’s concerned at first but realizes that’s him purring when she goes back to petting him.

Sasha having a bit of a crisis when she’s realizes shes attracted to the odd dragon-moth monster. Jon just being very cute, and Sasha’s brain just offering her all the things the affectionate monster would let her do. Possibly Jonah is slipping a few of those thoughts in because while he doesn’t really like sharing Jon, he has managed to actually get some work done since Sasha started, and maybe Jon just needed more attention. Jon is a very needy monster.

Sasha feeling bad and being a little less physically affectionate with Jon until he just rolls onto his back showing off and whining. Sasha getting the hint pretty quickly after that.

2025-02-06 4:58:21 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> anaceshornyblog:

> > anaceshornyblog:

> > > Look non-apocalypse MonsterJon is just the creature that lives in the Archives that everyone is scared of. No one goes down there, but if you put a request into the box by the door your statement will be in the outbox within 4-5 business days.

> > > Sasha being, queen of no self preservation that she is, going down there to investigate. Jon seeing a new human and just following her through the Archive like a very weird shadow. Sasha finally decides there nothing down here and turns to leave and there’s just a monster behind her. She screams, it screams, and the two are just standing there screaming for a moment before Sasha stops, and actually looks at it.

> > > The creature just staring at her with big sad eyes because he did not mean to scare her Jonah is just very bad at socializing his pet. Sasha deciding that she is going to touch the neck floof if it kills her.

> > > Jonah coming down like an hour later, he was at home okay even he can’t make London traffic disappear, to find Sasha tucked into one of Jon’s extra arms as he shows her his filing system. Sasha has one hand buried in his neck floof because it is so fucking soft while she offers him some tips.

> > > Jonah just sighing and getting the non-disclosure agreement and job transfer forms ready.

> > > Sasha becoming the new archival assistant because the monster in the basement was just like mine now.

> > Sasha giving Jon lots of cuddles because she has never seen anything so touch-starved. Her complaining at Jonah because clearly he hasn’t been properly taking care of Jon. Jonah glaring at Jon because that is a lie, Jon is just a needy little monster, and Jon just wagging his tail.

> > I like the idea that this MonsterJon doesn’t really talk, finds it easier to just let others assume things, other than Jonah of course who can just read his mind. He’s got so much expressiveness between his tail and the rest of him that Sasha can pretty much determine what he’s trying to tell her. He can purr though which Sasha finds out one day when she’s sorting with Jon half-curled around her, and she stroking his floof and it sounds like a heavy static rumble. She’s concerned at first but realizes that’s him purring when she goes back to petting him.

> > Sasha having a bit of a crisis when she’s realizes shes attracted to the odd dragon-moth monster. Jon just being very cute, and Sasha’s brain just offering her all the things the affectionate monster would let her do. Possibly Jonah is slipping a few of those thoughts in because while he doesn’t really like sharing Jon, he has managed to actually get some work done since Sasha started, and maybe Jon just needed more attention. Jon is a very needy monster.

> > Sasha feeling bad and being a little less physically affectionate with Jon until he just rolls onto his back showing off and whining. Sasha getting the hint pretty quickly after that.

> Sasha beginning to bond with this strange monster. Rapidly learning he seems to be able to understand her, to be rather smart even. He seems to be able to talk , at least through tape recorders, but doesn’t like to. It’s uncomfortable and “confusing”, apparently. She doesn’t ask him to talk after that. Jon likes her a lot more for it. Jonah knew he wasn’t letting her go after that. Especially not when he found them with Jon’s head rested on her lap, purring happily. Chirped for Jonah to come pet him too, because his hands are free, what’s stopping him?

> Sasha bringing him new books. He seems to like them. He especially likes when he gets new statements, and he likes when Sashas the one who delivers them. Happily cuddling her for a while as a thank you. The archivist is scary, yes, but hes…sweet. Loving. She thinks he’s lonely. Not leaving the institute might be doing a number on him, but where else could he go? She brings him food. He hesitates. He doesn’t know if he can eat it anymore, though he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t like talking. It’s confusing. It gets misinterpreted. And Sasha seems okay with him being fully a monster. It soothes him.

> She doesn’t know what to do the first time she sees him in heat. She knows what she’d LIKE to do, but she thinks maybe she is a little horrible for it. She really shouldn’t. He rolls over, and he’s soaking wet and so so hard and chirping so loud. His belly fur is so soft and his tits are displayed. Hesitantly, she reaches down and begins to stroke him, trying to see what feels good. Very nervous and a little guilty the whole time, but he keeps purring and trilling and wiggling his hips happily trying to get her fingers deeper. Jonah should show her how he likes to be touched, how he likes being talked to. Jon should get absolutely spoiled rotten during heat. Jonah should eat him out while Sasha tells him what a sweet little thing he is, acting all tough but soooo cute when he’s given enough attention. Jon should get to be all blissed out and needy given all the attention he could ever want <3 he deserves it. Jon should get to make Sasha cum a lot also because if he doesn’t he will actually explode into two million pieces.

> Jonahs not very happy with having to share but…Sasha is alright, and maybe she can be useful. Jon would be very unhappy if he took her away, anyways. Which is annoying. But Jon still immediately starts wailing for Jonah to come over when he senses him nearby, so that’s not changing any time soon at least.

Also Sasha sort of forgetting that MonsterJon is in fact a monster and not a just a cute little pet. Something not welcome coming into the archives, Sasha without thinking trying to steps in front of Jon trying to protect him. Jon just gently pushing her to the side wrapping his tail protectively around her as the rest of him goes sharp baring his fangs, the soft fur of his neck spiking out as sharp as his claws. Suddenly in front of her is a dangerous predator, and Sasha is both terrified and absolutely fascinated, and a bit turned on.

Sasha watching Jon tear the creature apart, feasting on both the thing’s and Sasha’s fear. She wants to help, or run, but Jon’s tail is tight around her. Once the thing is dead, Jon taking a few moments to calm down, almost seeking to shrink a bit, though that’s more because his fur is no longer raised. Jon twisting back around to check over Sasha, making sure she’s not hurt in any way nuzzling her.

Jonah finally getting his ass down there to find Sasha streaked with the thing’s not quite blood where Jon was rubbing his face against her. Jonah getting hissed at by Jon, clearly upset that Jonah let something get this far into the institute. Jonah placating Jon petting his face, promising they’ll clean up the mess, don’t worry, but you should really let go of miss James.

Jon grumbling but letting Sasha out of his coils, Sasha having a bit of a crisis because yeah she found cute monster Jon adorable, but something about scary monster Jon was unbelievably hot. Jonah meeting Sasha’s eyes and just being mentally I know what you are.

Jon upset because both of them are not currently praising him for being a good boy, he nudged the dead thing toward the two like a cat bringing back a dead bird. Look how good he did, he is the best boy.

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anaceshornyblog:

> anaceshornyblog:

> > anaceshornyblog:

> > > Jon as Elias’s sugar baby because he should have even more control over Jon.

> > Jon didn’t know how he had gotten to this point, well no that was a lie actually. Jon knew exactly how he had gotten here, dressed up in clothes he didn’t pick, in a flat he didn’t pay for, and holding Elias’s newest gift. Although maybe gift wasn’t the correct word, not that Elias wasn’t generous, but most of his gifts came with expectation, and the one in his lap was no different. The collar wasn’t large, and if seen from afar probably resembled a choker, but up close, well there was no denying it was something that clearly showed who Jon belonged to. It even had little tags, like Jon could get lost.

> > Jon had to admit it was pretty, which made sense since Elias liked pretty things by his own admission. He had used that description for Jon himself when Jon was kneeling in front of him, taking his dick down his throat. Told Jon he was such a pretty thing, taking his cock so well, even as Jon’s eyes watered. Jon tried to focus back on the collar, pushing those thoughts aside, not far though. It was hard not to think of such things constantly considering there was not a single surface in this apartment he hadn’t been fucked on.

> > Jon had never thought of himself as someone who would be in this sort of relationship. Then he had met Elias, and it had felt so natural. Elias had just wanted someone young and attractive at his beck and call, he could do whatever he wanted to Jon, and Jon would take it, practically melt at Elias’s compliments as he was filled. He knew Elias didn’t love him, but it was so hard to remember that fact in the moment.

> > Which brings him back to the collar, he had called Elias and protested when he found the gift on his doorstep. Elias often had things delivered to him, mostly clothing that he wanted to see Jon in. Jon flinched at how disappointed Elias sounded on the other end of the line. Telling him that the collar was custom order, and wouldn’t he please just wear it for him? Just tonight, then he wouldn’t have to anymore. And Jon could already tell that his resolve wouldn’t stand up to this. He had tried before, but Elias just made Jon feel like he was being unreasonable. After all Elias paid for his school, his flat, his clothes, this was nothing in comparison, and it would make Elias happy.

> > Jon flinched as the door opened, Elias had a key of course, and rarely knocked. When Jon had protested that Elias had pointed out that he did pay for the place, and Jon really isn’t it easier so you don’t have to get up to let me in? Jon had backed down again, it seems that’s all he did, tried to be firm, only to crumble moments later.

> > He stood as Elias greeted him, glancing at his neck and noticing the lack of a collar. Jon hurriedly held it out, placating him, not wanting to face his disapproval. Pointing out that Elias really should be the one to put it on, if they were going to try it for the night. That gets Jon a, what Jon hopes is, genuine smile, as the collar is fastened around his throat, it feels a bit like a trap snapping shut. Those thoughts are chased out again as Elias’s lips are on his, and for a brief moment Jon can pretend that they are a normal couple. That moment is broken as Elias’s kisses turn biting before Jon finds himself bent over the back of his couch.

> > Jon whimpering as Elias thrusts into him, far too fast, but Jon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Elias gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, Jon lets his eyes fall shut, as he listens to Elias’s running commentary. Reminding Jon that he belongs to Elias, his pet, such a pretty thing, always so good for him. Jon can’t help but squirm as he’s used, which Elias seems to like as his increased force was anything to go by. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow, but it was hard to consider such things when he felt so good.

> > After Elias lets Jon lounge on his lap, cum dripping out of his cunt, a reward for being such a good pet. Jon loves these moments, when he can pretend that Elias loves him. When he’s been throughly fucked and he can fool himself that this is normal. Elias strikes his hair and Jon practically melts, knowing this is just a brief moment, but pretending it can go on forever.

> > Jon wakes up alone the next day, as he often does, sore and covered in bruises and spunk. He pretends for a moment that Elias is just in the other room, maybe making breakfast, but he can only stay in that fantasy for a few moments before he’s forced to get up.

> > Jon is in love with Elias, Elias doesn’t love him, but he’ll keep the collar on, because it’s a reminder that he’s owned, and maybe bring a possession is easier than being a person.

> Jon stared at the hunk of plastic in his hand.

> No, no no, this couldn’t, things had been going so good. Jon’s free hand went to his collar, fiddling with the little tag that bore Elias’s name. Jon could feel tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes, what was he going to do?

> He dropped the test to the floor as a sob wracked his body, his whole body shaking. How? He had been so careful, Elias had trusted him to make sure this very thing didn’t happen. God Elias, what was Jon going to tell him? Jon could almost see the disappointed look on his face, the disgust that Jon could be so incompetent as to get pregnant.

> Jon tried to breathe, his chest aching as he tried to pull out of a quickly approaching panic attack. He gripped his collar with both hands trembling, as he closed his eyes. Maybe…maybe he was wrong, false positives happened, and he was under a lot of stress.

> Jon managed a deep breath, yes that was it, his symptoms could all be from stress. He was lying to himself, but he couldn’t ruin the night, he just had to push those feelings down.

> Wiping his eyes he quickly retrieved the test and dropped it in the bin. He had to get ready, Elias would be by soon, and he wasn’t even ready. The place was a mess, Elias hated mess. He wasn’t dressed, and Elias had sent him clothes. God here Jon was wasting time with hysterics, he was such a mess.

> Jon tried to get ready quickly, but had only managed halfway when he heard the door open. He tried not to cry at the disappointment in Elias’s voice as he called for Jon. Shame spreading through him he stepped into the front entrance, his dress unzipped and his hair still a tangled mess.

> Elias stared at him one eyebrow raised, hard to read as always, but Jon could practically see him radiate disappointment. Jon sniffled rubbing at his eyes, he almost managed to keep his composure until Elias clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.

> “Honestly Jon, what has gotten into you?” Jon’s resolve cracked as he started to sob crumpling to the ground his dress slipping off to pool around his feet. It was all too much, he couldn’t stop, his whole body trembling. He half expected Elias to leave in disgust, finally deciding Jon was too much trouble. Instead he held a gentle hand in his hair, the other stroking his back, which did nothing to stop his tears.

> Jon tried to stammer out an apology, tried to pull himself together, but instead what came out in a rush was, “I’m pregnant and I’m sorry and please don’t hate me,” he felt like the words were pulled out of him, as he rushed to get them out. The hand on his back froze, and it took everything Jon had to turn his head to look at Elias.

> He expected disgust, or at least disappointment, but before Elias’s expression shifted to careful neutral reassurance Jon would swear he almost looked excited, but that was probably wishful thinking he was sure. The hand in his hair slid down to lay flat against his stomach. Rubbing slightly, though it was too early for even the smallest bump.

> “Oh Jon,” Jon whimpered, Elias didn’t sound disappointed, he sounded more like he was talking to a wounded animal he was t sure wouldn’t bite or flee. Jon let himself be pulled close, twisting around to hide his face in his chest. For just a moment Jon let himself slip into his favorite fantasy, that this was a normal relationship, that Elias loved him.

> “I shouldn’t have expected you to be able to handle such things,” Jon trembled because Elias was right, he had failed, and now Elias had to deal with his mess. He let Elias pull him up from the ground, leaning against him as he continued to let out small choked sobs. Elias’s thumb gently stroked his cheeks, clearing the tears away as he looked at Jon.

> “Well I’ll have to cancel tonight’s reservation, you’re in no state,” Jon tried to protest, tried to say anything, but Elias pressed his lips against his, briefly before pulling away.

> “Well just have a night in,” Jon couldn’t speak, letting Elias take the lead. Jon felt like he was moving through a haze as Elias scrounged some food from the fridge, ordering Jon to eat. Jon felt another stab of shame as Elias commented that he would have to make sure Jon ate properly now as he was eating for two. Once finished Elias pulled him against his chest Jon gasping softly as Elias started kneading at his tits, his eyes slipping closed.

> “So troublesome,” Jon whimpered as Elias nipped his neck, feeling himself grow wet. He was practically conditioned at this point even if he was hovering at the edge of a breakdown. Jon let himself be maneuvered easily enough till he was bent over the arm of the couch. Let himself be spread open as Elias slid into him slowly as though savoring him, one hand gripping tightly to his collar, the other holding his hip.

> “How long before you show do you think?” Elias’s hand slid from his hip to his abdomen, pressing lightly. Jon made a little punched out noise, as Elias punctuated his words with a hard thrust. “We’ll have to get you a new wardrobe soon, such an inconvenient little thing you are.”

> If Jon had been more present he might have noticed that Elias sounded almost excited by the thought of his stomach swelling with his child. As it was he could only moan and squirm as he was used, reminded that he belonged to Elias, everything he was belonged to Elias. When Elias came deep inside him Jon wanted to sob, because Elias still wanted him, wasn’t going to leave him for his mistakes.

> Once Elias had settled Jon in his lap, groping his chest almost absently as though Jon’s body was his to do as he pleased. And it wasn’t like Jon could refute that. Jon could pretend all he wanted that he was anything more than a possession, but the collar around his neck, the clothes on the floor, the home he lived in all came from Elias, all gifts for his pretty possession.

> He just hoped that he was a treasured possession still.

“Are you falling asleep pet?” Jon jolted awake from his slight daze at Elias words. He blinked up at Elias sliding his mouth off his cock from where he was kneeling between his legs. Jon could feel drool sliding down his chin to drip onto his slightly swollen tits.

I’m sorry,” Jon felt like all he did recently was apologize, Elias was probably so sick of hearing it. Jon was sorry, he wasn’t feeling up to anything. Jon was sorry, he couldn’t fit into the nice clothes Elias had bought him because his chest was swelling. Jon was sorry his grades had slipped he just couldn’t seem to concentrate. Just constant apologies, and now he couldn’t even stay awake long enough to suck Elias off.

“It’s alright Jon, I know I can only expect so much of you,” Jon couldn’t help but lean into his hand as it cupped his cheek. Jon just wanted to be good, to do what he was supposed to, to make Elias happy when he did so much for him. As Elias pulled his hand away Jon tried to follow scrambling awkwardly to his feet earning a chuckle from Elias.

“So helpless,” Elias shook his head wrapping his hands around Jon’s hips his hands warm and comforting. Jon let himself be pulled into his lap, resting his back against Elias’s chest. He could feel Elias’s cock resting against his back, still hard. One of Elias legs slotted between his grinding against his folds, Jon couldn’t resist trying to get more pressure. He tried to shift his hips but Elias held him still, and he whined his thoughts falling back into their sleepy haze.

“Such a little thing aren’t you? Not a thought in that pretty head.” Jon nodded, it was so much easier to just agree with Elias than it was trying to think. Jon let his head loll to the side, going limp, he could feel Elias stroking his stomach. It was still rather small, just the tiniest bump, though Elias did seem to keep buying him things that accentuated it. He let out a sleepy moan as Elias hands went to his chest squeezing his tits.

“Nothing yet I see,” Those words pierced the happy fog he was in enough to make him blush, trying to protest and only managing a small squeak. Elias ignored him, instead grabbing his hips and raising him up just enough to slide into him. Jon squirmed with a yelp, he was soaked but the stretch was always a lot, whimpering as he was lowered back down. He felt so full, his cunt clenching around Elias’s dick, he glanced back when Elias let go of his hips going back to kneading his chest.

“Go on Jon, you need to put in some effort too, hopefully better than your earlier attempts with your mouth.” Jon whimpered and did his best to raise his hips, barely moving up an inch, before sliding back down to the hilt.

“Pathetic, I suppose I’ll just have to help.” Jon could feel tears in the corners of his eyes, god here he was disappointing Elias again. He couldn’t even fuck himself correctly, Elias grabbed his hips again easily lifting him almost completely off before pulling him back down. Jon could only whine and squirm as he was used, like a toy. Jon couldn’t do anything but take it as his orgasm his him like a freight train, but Elias didn’t even pause even as his cunt clamped down hard.

“T-too much,” Jon gasped but Elias didn’t slow, pulling him down harder, making his tits bounce. Using him as his own personal fleshlight, seemingly not noticing as tears fell down his cheeks. Jon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride out the feeling, until Elias hilted himself inside Jon as he came tearing another orgasm out of Jon as well. Jon could feel Elias buried his teeth in his neck, just above his collar, Jon couldn’t hold back a small scream before going limp again.

“Such a good toy,” Jon protested weakly as Elias gave a lazy thrust, though he wasn’t yet hard again, which Jon was thankful for, he didn’t think he was ready to go again just yet. “My perfect whore, just here to look pretty and be used.”

Jon wanted to say something, to defend himself but all that came out was a quiet whimper. Because well…wasn’t Elias right? Would he have anything without Elias? He wouldn’t have a home, or be able to attend school, or even have clothes, Elias paid for all of that. No the only thing Jon was good for was what Elias said, Jon couldn’t help a small sob making its way out of his mouth.

“Shh, it’s alright, you’re still mine,” Jon felt more sobs bubble up, but also warmth pooling in his chest, because despite everything Elias still wanted him.

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skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > I think Jon wants sooo badly to be punished harshly for everything he’s done. And then he wants to be comforted, rocked back and forth and kissed on the forehead, told he did *so* well, he was so brave, that must’ve hurt so badly. While Jonah presses down on the bruises and Jon whines, trembling underneath him. It hurts so so bad but Jonahs talking to him so softly and fondly, stern but warm and loving, and he whimpers out a “dad, that *hurts-*” and Jonah chuckles softly and tells him he knows. Kisses his forehead. “Are you ready to make it up to me, Jon? Or do you need to be punished again?” Asking it like a genuine question. Sometimes when Jon feels particularly low he’ll want to be punished again. Until he finally tires out and sinks into subspace, whiny and ready to be forgiven. Jonah holding him so close while Jon gives him a handjob, carefully preparing him to fuck him (“breed you too, if we’re lucky”). Jonah could do it himself, but isn’t the point of this for Jon to *earn* his forgiveness?

> > All this to say I think Jon should squirt all over Jonah because he told him he forgave him.

> Jon should burst into tears under the weight of knowing he’s so so loved even knowing how horrible he can be, especially because of his worse attributes. Jon should fall apart because Jonah offered him love and forgiveness. Jon should sob “thank you thank you thank you” into his chest and mean it. Jonah should hold him so closely and whisper all the awful things he’s going to do, and how good they’ll feel, and how much he loves him, and how good he is at taking them. Promise to breed him nice and full, to take such good care of him, he’ll never want for anything. He’ll make sure he’s a good boy, even when he doesn’t know how to be. It’s okay. His dad’s here now. He doesn’t have to worry anymore. And Jon should sob and whine that he’s close, he’s so close, and Jonah should chuckle because “already?” And Jon should whine all embarrassed and hide his face in his shoulder and-

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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.

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Thinking about MonsterJon non-apocalypse version.

Just him getting pregnant and Sasha going through like the five stages of what the fuck, because oh god she did not know this was a possibility. Sasha’s archiving assistant job quickly becomes a, keep the needy pregnant monster happy job. Jonah helps but he’s now become accustomed to being allowed to get work done, so now it’s Sasha’s responsibility.

MonsterJon getting fucking mood swings, from needy baby to sad pathetic monster, to just bites everything. Luckily Jon doesn’t want to hurt her during any of these, but he has chewed through several items of furniture and Sasha’s hand keeps cramping from fingering Jon till he calms down.

Sasha doing her best to keep Jon in the Archives, because turns out the pregnant monster has decided to extend his territory to the whole Institute, specifically he seems intent on getting to Jonah’s office and dragging several things from there to his nest in the archive when he gets in a particular mood.

Sasha sending Jonah a very strongly worded email that her pay better increase or she’s letting Jon drag his fancy desk into the basement next time.

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anaceshornyblog:

> anaceshornyblog:

> > anaceshornyblog:

> > > anaceshornyblog:

> > > > Jon as Elias’s sugar baby because he should have even more control over Jon.

> > > Jon didn’t know how he had gotten to this point, well no that was a lie actually. Jon knew exactly how he had gotten here, dressed up in clothes he didn’t pick, in a flat he didn’t pay for, and holding Elias’s newest gift. Although maybe gift wasn’t the correct word, not that Elias wasn’t generous, but most of his gifts came with expectation, and the one in his lap was no different. The collar wasn’t large, and if seen from afar probably resembled a choker, but up close, well there was no denying it was something that clearly showed who Jon belonged to. It even had little tags, like Jon could get lost.

> > > Jon had to admit it was pretty, which made sense since Elias liked pretty things by his own admission. He had used that description for Jon himself when Jon was kneeling in front of him, taking his dick down his throat. Told Jon he was such a pretty thing, taking his cock so well, even as Jon’s eyes watered. Jon tried to focus back on the collar, pushing those thoughts aside, not far though. It was hard not to think of such things constantly considering there was not a single surface in this apartment he hadn’t been fucked on.

> > > Jon had never thought of himself as someone who would be in this sort of relationship. Then he had met Elias, and it had felt so natural. Elias had just wanted someone young and attractive at his beck and call, he could do whatever he wanted to Jon, and Jon would take it, practically melt at Elias’s compliments as he was filled. He knew Elias didn’t love him, but it was so hard to remember that fact in the moment.

> > > Which brings him back to the collar, he had called Elias and protested when he found the gift on his doorstep. Elias often had things delivered to him, mostly clothing that he wanted to see Jon in. Jon flinched at how disappointed Elias sounded on the other end of the line. Telling him that the collar was custom order, and wouldn’t he please just wear it for him? Just tonight, then he wouldn’t have to anymore. And Jon could already tell that his resolve wouldn’t stand up to this. He had tried before, but Elias just made Jon feel like he was being unreasonable. After all Elias paid for his school, his flat, his clothes, this was nothing in comparison, and it would make Elias happy.

> > > Jon flinched as the door opened, Elias had a key of course, and rarely knocked. When Jon had protested that Elias had pointed out that he did pay for the place, and Jon really isn’t it easier so you don’t have to get up to let me in? Jon had backed down again, it seems that’s all he did, tried to be firm, only to crumble moments later.

> > > He stood as Elias greeted him, glancing at his neck and noticing the lack of a collar. Jon hurriedly held it out, placating him, not wanting to face his disapproval. Pointing out that Elias really should be the one to put it on, if they were going to try it for the night. That gets Jon a, what Jon hopes is, genuine smile, as the collar is fastened around his throat, it feels a bit like a trap snapping shut. Those thoughts are chased out again as Elias’s lips are on his, and for a brief moment Jon can pretend that they are a normal couple. That moment is broken as Elias’s kisses turn biting before Jon finds himself bent over the back of his couch.

> > > Jon whimpering as Elias thrusts into him, far too fast, but Jon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Elias gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, Jon lets his eyes fall shut, as he listens to Elias’s running commentary. Reminding Jon that he belongs to Elias, his pet, such a pretty thing, always so good for him. Jon can’t help but squirm as he’s used, which Elias seems to like as his increased force was anything to go by. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow, but it was hard to consider such things when he felt so good.

> > > After Elias lets Jon lounge on his lap, cum dripping out of his cunt, a reward for being such a good pet. Jon loves these moments, when he can pretend that Elias loves him. When he’s been throughly fucked and he can fool himself that this is normal. Elias strikes his hair and Jon practically melts, knowing this is just a brief moment, but pretending it can go on forever.

> > > Jon wakes up alone the next day, as he often does, sore and covered in bruises and spunk. He pretends for a moment that Elias is just in the other room, maybe making breakfast, but he can only stay in that fantasy for a few moments before he’s forced to get up.

> > > Jon is in love with Elias, Elias doesn’t love him, but he’ll keep the collar on, because it’s a reminder that he’s owned, and maybe bring a possession is easier than being a person.

> > Jon stared at the hunk of plastic in his hand.

> > No, no no, this couldn’t, things had been going so good. Jon’s free hand went to his collar, fiddling with the little tag that bore Elias’s name. Jon could feel tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes, what was he going to do?

> > He dropped the test to the floor as a sob wracked his body, his whole body shaking. How? He had been so careful, Elias had trusted him to make sure this very thing didn’t happen. God Elias, what was Jon going to tell him? Jon could almost see the disappointed look on his face, the disgust that Jon could be so incompetent as to get pregnant.

> > Jon tried to breathe, his chest aching as he tried to pull out of a quickly approaching panic attack. He gripped his collar with both hands trembling, as he closed his eyes. Maybe…maybe he was wrong, false positives happened, and he was under a lot of stress.

> > Jon managed a deep breath, yes that was it, his symptoms could all be from stress. He was lying to himself, but he couldn’t ruin the night, he just had to push those feelings down.

> > Wiping his eyes he quickly retrieved the test and dropped it in the bin. He had to get ready, Elias would be by soon, and he wasn’t even ready. The place was a mess, Elias hated mess. He wasn’t dressed, and Elias had sent him clothes. God here Jon was wasting time with hysterics, he was such a mess.

> > Jon tried to get ready quickly, but had only managed halfway when he heard the door open. He tried not to cry at the disappointment in Elias’s voice as he called for Jon. Shame spreading through him he stepped into the front entrance, his dress unzipped and his hair still a tangled mess.

> > Elias stared at him one eyebrow raised, hard to read as always, but Jon could practically see him radiate disappointment. Jon sniffled rubbing at his eyes, he almost managed to keep his composure until Elias clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.

> > “Honestly Jon, what has gotten into you?” Jon’s resolve cracked as he started to sob crumpling to the ground his dress slipping off to pool around his feet. It was all too much, he couldn’t stop, his whole body trembling. He half expected Elias to leave in disgust, finally deciding Jon was too much trouble. Instead he held a gentle hand in his hair, the other stroking his back, which did nothing to stop his tears.

> > Jon tried to stammer out an apology, tried to pull himself together, but instead what came out in a rush was, “I’m pregnant and I’m sorry and please don’t hate me,” he felt like the words were pulled out of him, as he rushed to get them out. The hand on his back froze, and it took everything Jon had to turn his head to look at Elias.

> > He expected disgust, or at least disappointment, but before Elias’s expression shifted to careful neutral reassurance Jon would swear he almost looked excited, but that was probably wishful thinking he was sure. The hand in his hair slid down to lay flat against his stomach. Rubbing slightly, though it was too early for even the smallest bump.

> > “Oh Jon,” Jon whimpered, Elias didn’t sound disappointed, he sounded more like he was talking to a wounded animal he was t sure wouldn’t bite or flee. Jon let himself be pulled close, twisting around to hide his face in his chest. For just a moment Jon let himself slip into his favorite fantasy, that this was a normal relationship, that Elias loved him.

> > “I shouldn’t have expected you to be able to handle such things,” Jon trembled because Elias was right, he had failed, and now Elias had to deal with his mess. He let Elias pull him up from the ground, leaning against him as he continued to let out small choked sobs. Elias’s thumb gently stroked his cheeks, clearing the tears away as he looked at Jon.

> > “Well I’ll have to cancel tonight’s reservation, you’re in no state,” Jon tried to protest, tried to say anything, but Elias pressed his lips against his, briefly before pulling away.

> > “Well just have a night in,” Jon couldn’t speak, letting Elias take the lead. Jon felt like he was moving through a haze as Elias scrounged some food from the fridge, ordering Jon to eat. Jon felt another stab of shame as Elias commented that he would have to make sure Jon ate properly now as he was eating for two. Once finished Elias pulled him against his chest Jon gasping softly as Elias started kneading at his tits, his eyes slipping closed.

> > “So troublesome,” Jon whimpered as Elias nipped his neck, feeling himself grow wet. He was practically conditioned at this point even if he was hovering at the edge of a breakdown. Jon let himself be maneuvered easily enough till he was bent over the arm of the couch. Let himself be spread open as Elias slid into him slowly as though savoring him, one hand gripping tightly to his collar, the other holding his hip.

> > “How long before you show do you think?” Elias’s hand slid from his hip to his abdomen, pressing lightly. Jon made a little punched out noise, as Elias punctuated his words with a hard thrust. “We’ll have to get you a new wardrobe soon, such an inconvenient little thing you are.”

> > If Jon had been more present he might have noticed that Elias sounded almost excited by the thought of his stomach swelling with his child. As it was he could only moan and squirm as he was used, reminded that he belonged to Elias, everything he was belonged to Elias. When Elias came deep inside him Jon wanted to sob, because Elias still wanted him, wasn’t going to leave him for his mistakes.

> > Once Elias had settled Jon in his lap, groping his chest almost absently as though Jon’s body was his to do as he pleased. And it wasn’t like Jon could refute that. Jon could pretend all he wanted that he was anything more than a possession, but the collar around his neck, the clothes on the floor, the home he lived in all came from Elias, all gifts for his pretty possession.

> > He just hoped that he was a treasured possession still.

> “Are you falling asleep pet?” Jon jolted awake from his slight daze at Elias words. He blinked up at Elias sliding his mouth off his cock from where he was kneeling between his legs. Jon could feel drool sliding down his chin to drip onto his slightly swollen tits.

> I’m sorry,” Jon felt like all he did recently was apologize, Elias was probably so sick of hearing it. Jon was sorry, he wasn’t feeling up to anything. Jon was sorry, he couldn’t fit into the nice clothes Elias had bought him because his chest was swelling. Jon was sorry his grades had slipped he just couldn’t seem to concentrate. Just constant apologies, and now he couldn’t even stay awake long enough to suck Elias off.

> “It’s alright Jon, I know I can only expect so much of you,” Jon couldn’t help but lean into his hand as it cupped his cheek. Jon just wanted to be good, to do what he was supposed to, to make Elias happy when he did so much for him. As Elias pulled his hand away Jon tried to follow scrambling awkwardly to his feet earning a chuckle from Elias.

> “So helpless,” Elias shook his head wrapping his hands around Jon’s hips his hands warm and comforting. Jon let himself be pulled into his lap, resting his back against Elias’s chest. He could feel Elias’s cock resting against his back, still hard. One of Elias legs slotted between his grinding against his folds, Jon couldn’t resist trying to get more pressure. He tried to shift his hips but Elias held him still, and he whined his thoughts falling back into their sleepy haze.

> “Such a little thing aren’t you? Not a thought in that pretty head.” Jon nodded, it was so much easier to just agree with Elias than it was trying to think. Jon let his head loll to the side, going limp, he could feel Elias stroking his stomach. It was still rather small, just the tiniest bump, though Elias did seem to keep buying him things that accentuated it. He let out a sleepy moan as Elias hands went to his chest squeezing his tits.

> “Nothing yet I see,” Those words pierced the happy fog he was in enough to make him blush, trying to protest and only managing a small squeak. Elias ignored him, instead grabbing his hips and raising him up just enough to slide into him. Jon squirmed with a yelp, he was soaked but the stretch was always a lot, whimpering as he was lowered back down. He felt so full, his cunt clenching around Elias’s dick, he glanced back when Elias let go of his hips going back to kneading his chest.

> “Go on Jon, you need to put in some effort too, hopefully better than your earlier attempts with your mouth.” Jon whimpered and did his best to raise his hips, barely moving up an inch, before sliding back down to the hilt.

> “Pathetic, I suppose I’ll just have to help.” Jon could feel tears in the corners of his eyes, god here he was disappointing Elias again. He couldn’t even fuck himself correctly, Elias grabbed his hips again easily lifting him almost completely off before pulling him back down. Jon could only whine and squirm as he was used, like a toy. Jon couldn’t do anything but take it as his orgasm his him like a freight train, but Elias didn’t even pause even as his cunt clamped down hard.

> “T-too much,” Jon gasped but Elias didn’t slow, pulling him down harder, making his tits bounce. Using him as his own personal fleshlight, seemingly not noticing as tears fell down his cheeks. Jon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride out the feeling, until Elias hilted himself inside Jon as he came tearing another orgasm out of Jon as well. Jon could feel Elias buried his teeth in his neck, just above his collar, Jon couldn’t hold back a small scream before going limp again.

> “Such a good toy,” Jon protested weakly as Elias gave a lazy thrust, though he wasn’t yet hard again, which Jon was thankful for, he didn’t think he was ready to go again just yet. “My perfect whore, just here to look pretty and be used.”

> Jon wanted to say something, to defend himself but all that came out was a quiet whimper. Because well…wasn’t Elias right? Would he have anything without Elias? He wouldn’t have a home, or be able to attend school, or even have clothes, Elias paid for all of that. No the only thing Jon was good for was what Elias said, Jon couldn’t help a small sob making its way out of his mouth.

> “Shh, it’s alright, you’re still mine,” Jon felt more sobs bubble up, but also warmth pooling in his chest, because despite everything Elias still wanted him.

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Forgot to resend but resending 16 for je

“I believe I could make you do it.”

*spins the random au wheel*

“What do you think I’ll just what, suddenly be fine with you turning me into…into this? That I’ll be so flattered that I’ll overlook everything?” Jon glared at the ship’s nearest camera, it was not as effective as glaring at an actual person but Jon was pretty sure it got the point across. Jon was firmly in the anger phase of his grief over the loss of his humanity, and he wasn’t about to let the thing that did this to him flirt its way out of this.

After a few moments of silence Jon felt a gentle touch on his shoulder as though someone had placed a hand there. Jon still wasn’t sure how Elias did that, something about adjusting his new mechanical senses to give the illusion that Elias could touch him. Of course it did t feel illusionary, and Jon couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

“I believe I could make you do it,” The phantom touch slid from his shoulders to wrap around his waist joined by another arm. Though Jon knew it was only his sensors it was hard to remember that when every sense except sight told him Elias was cradling him close. “We have eternity together Jon, you can’t hate me forever.”

Jon bristled, and opened his mouth to retort when he felt another pair of hands squeeze his chest, causing the argument to come out as a squeak instead. Jon cursed the fact that Elias didn’t have the pesky limitations of only having two hands. What felt like fingers invaded his mouth pressing his tongue down preventing any further speech from Jon. He tried to bite down instinctively but since there was nothing really there it was hardly satisfying.

“Isn’t this better? I can touch you now, finally I always wanted to you know, since you always got to work your hands among my wires I believe it’s only fair.” Jon squirmed, as something pressed against the damp spot that was growing at his crotch, grinding against him, as though he wasn’t wearing anything. Jon briefly wondered what he looked like, before a video feed played behind his eyes. Closing them did no good whatever Elias had done to him it wasn’t under Jon’s control.

Jon could see himself sitting next to the panel he had been working on. His eyes were glazed over and he was squirming, his hips pressing upward trying to get more friction. His mouth was stretched open wide around nothing, drooling a bit, so nice of Elias to allow him that bodily function. Jon could see himself blush at the sight of himself, clearly turned on but looking completely alone.

The feed shifted and now Jon was getting a close up between his own legs, the thin fabric of his pants clearly soaked. He could see the outline of his cunt through his clothes, fabric practically see through apparently when wet, which Jon was pretty sure was not standard issue. He could hear Elias’s laugh in his head as he thought that.

Jon couldn’t hold back a moan as the feeling of being fondled changed to pressure. Like someone was pressing their dick into him, but from the cameras it looked like he was stretched around nothing. It was obscene, it was too much, it was, Jon gasped, as the nerves that Elias could apparently just play with at will inside him lit up. If not for the fabric, Jon could probably have seen straight to his cervix with how obscenely he was stretched open every nerve alight. He was trying not to cum but he was fighting a losing the battle badly as Elias played him like a fiddle.

With a loud cry Jon came, the camera zooming out to record his face as well as arched, throwing his head back, his cunt clenching down on nothing, before going limp. Jon lay there gasping as he stared at the little red light blinking on the camera.

“Fuck off,” Jon growled, though the words were breathy and weak, and Jon could practically see the Ship laugh. He couldn’t do anything as the onslaught began again, Elias apparently deciding the best way to bring his favorite back to him, was making him lose his goddamn mind.

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You've heard of Jon being unable to get off without recording himself, now get ready for: Jon in Sci fi au being unable to get off without a Little machine fuckery. Just touching his cunt isn't enough anymore, no matter how good it feels. He has to mess with the...less than human parts of him. The parts he really doesn't want to think about. Or, Elias could make him feel good. He wouldn't have to think about it. He'd just have to lie there helplessly as Elias reaches into his body and convinces him he's being fucked stupid, and his body would believe him. (The thought really shouldn't appeal to him as much as it does. He has terrible taste.) Jon frustratedly trying to get off and Elias just watching, Jon somehow can tell he'd be grinning. He wants him to cum so bad he can hardly think and they both know it. I am so normal btw

-skiesandcandy

Jon wondered if it was possible for a machine especially a partly human one, to lose its mind. This was due to the fact that he was unbelievably fucking horny. Now this was both because he hadn’t gotten off in a while, which was not something he was accustomed to anymore, and Elias using his newfound connection to constantly keep him on edge. Now this normally would be a problem, Jon has a perfectly functional hand but it turns out nope, that isn’t enough for his stupid brain anymore.

He had tried, oh how he tried, after making sure there were no cameras in the room he was in, because he was not giving Elias a show after what he did, but fingering himself while avoiding touching any of his new additions had only led to hand cramps and a sore cunt. He also tried when Elias could watch, but that also led to nothing, and Jon was pretty sure if ships could grin, the one Elias would sport would be so fucking smug.

Jon glared at the little red light above the camera in his room, he had taken down the ones he had added, but regulations said he couldn’t remove the standard one. Though he did cover it when he changed now, yes it was petty but Elias was the real petty one here.

“Everything alright Jon? You heart rate is elevated, and your core temperature is higher than normal.” Jon’s flare didn’t falter Elias knew what he was doing, and Jon was not going to be the one to break. The last time Jon had confronted Elias about the ghostly touches he had played innocent, before offering to help Jon with his problem, he just had to ask for it.

“Oh fuck off,” A few days ago Jon would have been certain he would rather chew off his own hand than ask for anything from Elias at the moment. Now though, god he just wanted to get off. If he just asked Elias could do it, already had before, just reach into Jon’s new parts and convince them that he was being fucked stupid. He opened his mouth, but quickly snapped it shut again. No he would not be the one breaking this standoff.

He shoved his hand down his pants, maybe if he just tried again it would work this time. He closed his eyes, though he could hear the camera whirring away, probably recording him. He’d show Elias, he didn’t need to ask for anything, he could get himself off, he just had to figure out how.

2025-02-08 2:01:59 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > I am now thinking about that one Jon goes with Jonah instead of to the safe house and has a free use thing going on concept. Hmgjfhfb. I’m so normal about it right now.

> > He can’t look Martin in the eye after everything. He can’t take it anymore. The starvation. The side way glances. The constant pain and guilt and knowing he’ll always be too late. He can’t forget how easy he was to leave behind. So. He slips away. With Jonah. With his dad. Who’s so, so warm. Who holds him the whole way back. Who told him he’s always been his favorite. He’s always wanted him so, so badly. If he would come with him. If he’d just say yes. He could pamper him. He could take care of him in all the ways he craves. He could be held and used and adored, never have to be alone again, never have to be let go again. He’d be happy to keep him for forever. He’d never have to be abandoned or cold or hungry. He could feed to his hearts content and wake up full and cared for and safe. He wouldn’t ever have to ask again. Jonah could just take him whenever he wanted. Make him feed. He wouldn’t have to live with the guilt. With the misery. He could just get fucked and feed and be used and cherished, for the rest of their lives.

> > He takes him to a house he’d had when he was Jonah. They share a bed. He’s so warm. He’s so warm he can hardly bear it. He cries the first time he takes him in that big, soft bed. So warm, so full of knowledge and fear and finally *sated*, so full of him. Jonah collars him right then and there, he tells him he made it just for him. Tags saying he belongs to Jonah. To return him to him, if lost. The thought makes the heat in his belly roar, and make him cry into his chest. He’s hairier now. Fuzzy. He has bruises from prison. He kisses all of them, without thinking about it. Jonahs eyes soften, and he ruffles his hair. He decides he likes it. Being his. It’s nice.

> > “You’ll have a long time to get used to it.” Jonah promises. He wants to stay caged in his firm, comfortable arms forever.

> > Jon getting used to the arrangement. Sometimes they’ll be mid conversation and Jonah will just reach under his shirt, begin playing with his tits or start stretching him. Or just put his fingers in his mouth. Acts like he has no idea what he’s talking about if he’s surprised. Slowly it becomes…normal. Simple. Comforting. Jonah likes, on these occasions, to pretend everything’s normal. That *he’s* the desperate one, throwing himself at him. Like he just can’t keep it together. Like his dad is so kind, indulging him like this. “Look at you. You’re all wet. I haven’t even done anything yet. Come on, Jon. Let’s get you sorted.” Like it’s normal. Of course he’s groping him, he was bored of his crossword and Jon was right there. Of course he sticks his fingers in his cunt with no warning, Jon was stretching out and looked too serious. Really, Jon should expect it by now. “I’m your father. It’s my job to take care of you. Don’t be ridiculous, Jon.”

> > Other times, it’s more acknowledged. Sometimes Jon isn’t even clothed all day, because Jonah told him he’s not going to be needing them that day. Jonah tugging on his leash to get him to come over and give him a blowjob while he finishes writing something or other. Making happy little sighs as Jon tries so hard to appease him, scritching his scalp just right. He’s quickly deciding he likes it. Being a pet. It’s nice. It’s comfortable. It’s so easy. And Jonah tells him he’s a good boy, the perfect pet, and when Jon gripes that nobody would ever say that about him, Jonah suddenly yanks him up by the leash.

> > “Don’t *ever* say that. Ever. You’re mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. They don’t matter. None of them matter. You’re *my* Jon, and I say you’re good.”

> > He got spanked until he screamed for saying it. Until he was crying and writhing and begging him stop stop stop, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because Jonah knew better, and he knew he needed to be punished. “You are *good*, Jon.” Jonah snarls, “And ill make you understand that if i have to beat it into you.” Jon had cried that he’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but Jonah hadn’t let him up until he’d said he was good, that he deserved this, that none of them knew him like Jonah did, that none of them loved him like Jonah did, that he was Jonahs favorite and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Until Jonah let up, and finally let him rest.

> > Sometimes, they play with Jon fighting back. Sometimes, when Jon hates himself, he tries to run. He tries to fight with all his strength, but Jonah is stronger. Jonah is bigger. And Jon had starved himself for so long (“Poor baby.” Jonah coos, as he thrashes underneath him. “This is why you need this, Jon. You clearly can’t be trusted with taking care of yourself. It’s okay. You don’t have to anymore.” He kisses him even as Jon screams and curses to be let out. Pleas he’d hate himself for if they worked. He’s so glad they don’t, and he hates himself for that too. “Shhh. None of that. You deserve this, and I won’t let you deny yourself anymore.”) that he truly didn’t stand a chance against him. Sometimes he’s fine and he still fights. He just wants to lose. He just wants to be reminded that Jonah can do anything, and it doesn’t matter what he does. He can scream and shout the cruelest things and it’s *okay.* It’ll all be okay. He can be so so awful, so bratty and annoying and high mantience, and Jonah will laugh at him. Like he’s just throwing a tantrum. Like he doesn’t know anything at all. And then he’ll force him down and say he knows he needs this, even if Jon wants to pretend he doesn’t. “I know what you need, Jon. It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to forget why you even fought me this hard. You deserve this. Just let your dad take care of you.”

> > “I can’t.” He sobs. “I can’t I can’t I can’t-”

> > Jonah cups his face. “That’s okay. It’s okay, Jon. If it makes you feel better, fight me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want. You know you won’t be able to win. It’s okay.”

> > Jon sobs. His body shakes with it. He’s so wet, he’s dripping all over himself, he can’t think he just wants to be- used. Violated. Forced down and split open and *hurt.* Made to cum until he can hardly move. He doesn’t want to win. He doesn’t want to escape. He just wants to- to-

> > “It’s okay. I forgive you, Jon.”

> > Jon kisses him, tugs his hair as hard as he possibly can, and sobs that it hurts and he can’t and it’s wrong it’s so wrong dad why does it feel good dad I’m scared until he’s just a helpless little puddle beneath him. Whining that it hurts so bad and they need to stop and he’s gonna cum. Jonah smiles at him like he hung the moon. Jonah tells him he’s so lucky to be his dad. Jon can’t remember the last time he’d felt so wanted.

> > The first time Jon gets drugged, he doesn’t even expect it. It’d been terrifying. It’d been incredible. He’d begged no please stop dad I can’t move dad why can’t I move and Jonah had kissed him so gently on the forehead. Said it was okay, it was on purpose, he was safe here. “I’m gonna make it better, Jon. I promise. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Cooing reassurance as he used him, as Jon slowly stopped being able to even move. As his eyes got so, so heavy. His thoughts got so hazy. Nothings there except feeling good and being so full and Jonah telling him he’s such a sweet boy, such a pretty toy, and purring happily because he’s making his dad proud and he likes it. He likes being such a good boy for him. He thinks he’s cumming. He doesn’t know. Everything’s all fuzzy and warm. He’s so warm. He hopes he stays warm forever.

> > Jon can scream and beg not to make him cum again, it hurts so bad, he can’t do it, he can’t, and it won’t matter. He can try so hard to claw his way out of his bindings and it won’t matter. To anyone, it’d look like he’s just helpless. He doesn’t even have to choose it. He doesn’t have to do anything. It’s. It’s a relief. It’s nothing but a relief.

> > Sometimes they go days without fucking. Doing other things. Enjoying other pleasures. Sometimes Jon spends days in subspace, so deep underwater Jonah muses that it’d be cruel *not* to use him like he deserves. He never knows what it’ll be. It’s so nice. To not have to know anything. To just know things because he needs to, because that’s who he is. To have no one to protect. To just be someone else’s problem.

> > The apocalypse happens still but. I’d like to think Jonah gives him like. Two months of being his pet in a normal setting before him being his pet in The Apocalypse. As a reward, for being so good. Also he’s going to SPOIL him during the apocalypse.

> > All this to say how do we feel about mag 160 but horny

> Thinking about Jonah asking while Jon’s in subspace how he feels after killing Peter and he’s too blissed out to deny that he feels *good.* He feels incredible. So full and sated and he can breathe easier, he can *think* again, he’d been so hungry and so scared and it’d felt good. He’d do it again. Thinking about Jonah cooing he’ll keep him well fed from now on. He’ll never go hungry again. He’ll provide for him. All the statements he could ever need. He’ll get nice and strong again.

> I am thinking about the Jon getting all hazy on too many statements thing. Jon sleepy from over indulgence. Jon unable to feel guilty yet when he’s so full and warm and comfy, and his dad’s voice is so nice and gentle and he’s telling him how proud he is, look at him, he’s grown so much, what a clever boy, that must’ve felt so good, huh? And Jon chirps happily and nods because it did, it felt so good, he feels so good like this, he’s warm and safe and full and why hadn’t he done this before? This was so much better. So much easier. Jonah playing with his dick, achy and sensitive when he’s all blissed out and easily confused. Too many statements makes for too much information to keep track of. He can barely hold a thought. That’s okay, though. Jonahs fucking him, which means he doesn’t have to think. He can just sit there and look pretty. Is Jonah saying that? He doesn’t know. It feels nice. He likes when Jonah pets his hair and tells him he’s so so proud and that he’s the perfect archivist, his perfect boy. He likes it when Jonah uses him. He’s barely even awake. His thoughts are nothing but never ending repetition of yes good horny full warm safe loved more. He sinks into the bed and lets his dad take such good care of him, because he can’t remember a single reason why he wouldn’t when it feels this good <3

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 17:14:15 ¶ ●

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Body worship for jonelias ? Maybe?

*spins the au wheel*

Jon awoke slowly, sleep a heavy blanket pressed over him as he struggled to remove it. He didn’t know where he was, the last thing he remembered he had fallen asleep on his couch. He certainly wasn’t on it anymore, the cloth beneath him wasn’t scratchy but soft cradling him gently. He could feel cold air on his skin as well, which sent a mild rush of alarm through him, he had been clothed when he fell asleep he knew.

As sleep slowly receded he realized could hear someone speaking, a familiar voice, one that normally soothed him. Though the words were twisting winding into his brain, he could not grasp the meaning, but they seemed to smother any growing panic, this was normal natural, Jon was actually the once panicking over nothing clearly, he was always prone to paranoia. Jon frowned as he felt like something settled on his chest, nothing heavy, just an odd weight that wasn’t usually there, or was it, it was so hard to focus. He forced his eyes open slowly, the room he was in wasn’t very brightly lit, but it was enough to see by.

“Elias? What’s going on?” His voice sounded odd to his ears, higher than normal, or was that what it always sounded like? He turned his head to see Elias sitting beside him on now what he realized was a bed. His boss was holding what looked to be some sort of book though his eyes could not make out any title sliding off of it when he tried to focus. Was this normal? A few moments ago Jon was sure he hadn’t thought so, but, now he wasn’t so sure. He felt like his brain was twisting in circles when he tried to think of why this wasn’t right, so maybe it was and Jon was wrong?

“Just a little experiment Jon,” Elias spoke as though this wasn’t an odd situation at all, confident, and calm. Soothing Jon’s growing panic, though really that shouldn’t be the case some part of him knew, a quiet part that was twisted up and packed away in exchange for sinking into the comfort of his current reality. Elias set the book aside, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders as though this was natural, as though nothing was odd as he helped Jon sit up settling him into his lap. Elias gave him a sharp smile before directing his gaze to what Jon at first assumed was a rather risqué painting at the foot of the bed.

The girl in the painting had his coloring, the same eyes, the dark hair, which Elias had convinced him to grow much longer than his grandmother would have approved. Jon felt a bubble of jealousy, which turned to more confusion as the frown he felt on his face was mirrored by her. As final thought clicked into place, his realization that it wasn’t a painting, that it was, it was-.

“Such a pretty girl,” Jon’s slight panic was broken as Elias seemed to grow bored of him trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He tried to say something, anything, it had to be an illusion of some kind. Though it certainly felt real as Elias cupped his chest squeezing gently, the sensation was so much more and he couldn’t help the little gasps coming from his throat.

“It’s amazing what the mind is capable of conjuring when given a little incentive.” Elias inclined his head toward the book, lying partly open, enough for Jon to make out a bookplate, that at any other time might send Jon into a panic. Now though Jon could do nothing but ride out the feeling as Elias seemed content to play with his breasts as though trying to see what sounds he could have Jon make, his expression in the mirror hungry.

“I-I don’t understand what’s-“ he was cut off as Elias shifted behind him, hooking his ankles to spread his legs showing off another new alteration. Jon tried to close them, to hide, even though some part of him, the part that loved his long hair, and felt a little flutter when someone called him miss on accident, was staring at it in awe. Ignoring Jon’s internal struggle between euphoria and embarrassment Elias seemed intent on keeping his new cunt on full display despite Jon’s halfhearted attempt to close his legs.

“Look how cute you are, you make such a pretty girl.” Elias cupped his tits and Jon couldn’t keep his back from arching. Jon had never felt so less like himself, but also what he wanted to be, it was exhilarating, it was embarrassing, it was all so much. Mirroring those secret fantasies he tried to pretend he didn’t have. Elias seemed intent on exploring every bit of his new anatomy, one hand sliding from his reddened tits down to his slit. Jon keened as Elias pressed a finger inside clamping down instinctively, it felt so different than anything he had experienced.

“You’re dripping already,” Jon didn’t think he could get anymore embarrassed but Elias’s clearly soaked finger pressing against Jon’s lips until he tasted himself on it certainly tested that theory. Jon was also not prepared when Elias returned to fingering him, and Jon felt his already stretched sanity getting closer to snapping. He couldn’t think, it was just so much, so foreign to what he was used to, and Elias was unrelenting.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” Elias still sounded far too calm, when he was currently driving Jon insane, “I tried being more subtle but you seem to have a particular talent for ignoring what you want.”

“I-I don’t?“ Jon started though even to their own ears the statement sounded more like a question. Focusing was getting hard, as something deep inside Jon felt like it was winding up. Elias laughed, and slid his fingers out of Jon, wiping his soaked fingers on Jon’s thigh as though as though it was an afterthought. Jon squirmed at the sudden lack of friction, sure coming on Elias’s fingers would have been embarrassing, but Jon needed to come, though the way Elias held him meant that no amount of struggling was helping.

“Come now Jon you can’t lie to me, look how much you want this. I know you, I know every little fantasy you’ve had. Now repeat after me and I’ll give you what you need, I’m a pretty girl,” Jon felt like he was on a precipice, he could say no, tell Elias that this was a mistake, that this wasn’t what he wanted, or she could give in, accept that part of herself that always felt something was wrong. Jon raised his eyes to look at the girl in the mirror once more, it was all she wanted, to be seen for who she was. Maybe it was whatever the book had done to her, but she felt like some part of her had cracked and trying to shove these feelings back might actually break her.

“I’m a pretty girl,” Jon started then yelped as Elias squeezed her clit, her hips bucking against him. His fingers slipped back inside, his palm rubbing at the sensitive bud, it was so much, she couldn’t think couldn’t breathe and then she was coming slick gushing between her legs, it was so embarrassing. She could see herself in the mirror, her tits bouncing as she rode out her orgasm, her expression one of ecstasy.

“There we go, such a good girl,” Elias’s voice was soft in her ear, her body felt wrung out, and her thoughts had finally quieted down as she floated in a gentle haze. It felt so nice, she let her eyes fall shut as Elias shifted her letting her lay back against the pillows.

“Hmm?” The small spark of alarm as she heard the click of a camera had her eyes fluttering open. He had spread her legs again, it probably looked obscene, but she could only protest weakly. All of which went ignored as the camera clicked away.

“Don’t worry, this is just for my personal records, evidence of what a good girl you can be.”

2025-02-08 18:40:34 ¶ ●

Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.

Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.

Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.

Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.

2025-02-08 19:28:14 ¶ ● ⬈

anaceshornyblog:

> Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.

> Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.

> Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.

> Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.

Jon not knowing why no-one is helping him. People who hours ago he thought were his friends pushing him to his knees and using him like an object. Jon trying to tell anyone outside the institute, but like with quitting he can’t form the words.

Jon being forced to go to a fundraising party only to be used as entertainment for the night. Strapped to a table naked, Elias shoving a plug into his cunt to keep anyone from accessing it but leaning the rest of him open. Donors fucking his ass and mouth all night, as they discuss the weather, or how their family is doing. Jon passing out and continuing to be used until the party is over.

Jon waking up hours later covered in cum, and shaking, breaking down and sobbing. Elias showing up feigning comfort helping him get cleaned up, unable to resist fucking him gently. Jon letting him both because he has to and because Elias is talking to him like a person, not like an object.

Jon spending more and more time in Elias’s office because he’s mostly safe in there. Sure Elias will use him, making him warm his cock, or fucking him over his desk between meetings. But he also lets Jon rest and holds him telling him he’s doing so good, doesn’t view him as just a thing to be used, or at least pretends he doesn’t.

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 19:57:06 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

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

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.

2025-02-09 16:07:32 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

womanharasser:

2025-02-09 16:37:40 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Where’s that post I made about someone telling Elias to keep his dog on a leash and Elias saying he can do whatever he likes. I think that awakened something in Jon and I will not take constructive criticism on this matter

2025-02-09 17:01:30 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> skiesandcandy:

> > Where’s that post I made about someone telling Elias to keep his dog on a leash and Elias saying he can do whatever he likes. I think that awakened something in Jon and I will not take constructive criticism on this matter

> Your tags awoke a sleeper agent ohh my god. Simple one word commands more often, followed by “Good boy.” Not even just during sex, just in regular life, watching Jon turn red and suck in a breath, hands shaking. Ruffling his hair in front of other people. Speaking to him slow and sternly when he’s misbehaving, like he needs him to spell it out for him. Jon thinking about the phrasing constantly. About the idea of being Elias’ dog. Thinks about it everytime Elias has him rut against his boot, or sit under his desk. Elias should pat him on the head once and call him a good dog and then just casually go back to drinking his wine while Jon combusts. Jon thinking about being called his lap dog *constantly.* About how it made him feel. About how it wasn’t just humiliating. Thinking about Jon resting his head on Elias’ lap in public. Elias leaning down to whisper that he’s such a sweet boy. What a good puppy. Scritch his scalp so gently and casually, like there’s nothing strange about the two of them at all.

> Jon is now soaking wet. In the middle of a fundraiser.

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 2:48:03 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Anyways I am thinking about Elias watching jg fuck nasty and Gerry going “ A LITTLE PRIVACY OLD MAN???”

> “Gerry, he’s not going to listen-”

> “I can do this all day! Hey! He’s my dog now, you hear me? Fuck off!”

> “[Through laughter] Gerry!”

2025-02-10 13:36:03 ¶ ●

In the version of my sugarbaby au where there are no fears I just imagine Elias put cameras all over Jon’s flat, since he does own it.

2025-02-10 15:14:17 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

tired-fandom-ndn:

> tired-fandom-ndn:

> > Vivisection scars are sooooooo sexy though, like yes babe, show me how you were so horrifically dehumanized that you were cut open and parts of you were removed even as you begged for a scrap of kindness and mercy 🥰

> The violation and violence of having someone else’s hands digging into your body, pulling pieces of you out like it’s a game, their eyes cold and impassive because all you are to them is an experiment. That’s all you’ll ever be now. That’s all you’ll ever be able to see yourself as, every time you look in the mirror, every time you look at the scars.

> If you pulled the scars open, would you see that you still have lungs to breathe? A stomach to eat?

> A heart still beating in your chest?

> Or would it all just be an empty cavity, the things that make you a person plucked out to be stored in jars?

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.

2025-02-11 2:17:59 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > Y’know what I think Jon might like somnophilia from both ends.

> > Just. Getting to enjoy someone else’s body. No fuss, no awkwardness. No having to worry about their pleasure. Just grinding against someone until he finds release. Fucking into them with a strap until he cums. Whining softly as he rides their cock. No worries about embarrassing himself. About reciprocation. About anything more complicated than feeling good, enjoying the ability to touch without restraint.

> > Of course he likes the reverse, too. Getting to please someone else, letting himself be used. Don’t need to worry about making them feel good, about doing a good job, about being enough. Only knowing he’s been used when he wakes up to the taste of slick or cum in his mouth, on his skin. To cum leaking from one of his holes. His agency stripped from him, lying back helpless and oblivious as somebody else helps themselves to his body.

> > And he worries about it endlessly. Does it make him a bad person to fantasize about these things? Does he want to hurt people? Is he somehow cruel or dangerous? Is he fetishizing other people’s abuse? The guilt and the shame come creeping every time he thinks about sex (which only makes it appeal more, really. Nobody to see, nobody to know. Unless he’s the victim, of course. Blameless, unable to fight back against a violation he didn’t know was happening). Either way, it’s never enough to turn his mind away from the concept when he touches himself.

> Elias should help Jon explore this I think <3

> Especially the first aspect. Telling Jon it’s ok, he understands. Fond, a little condescending too. Sometimes Jon just needs his father’s cock, his cum, and who is he to deny his darling boy? Jon can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t wake him.

> He won’t let Jon refuse but Jon tells himself that he won’t. That it would be wrong even with Elias’ permission. He shouldn’t. But then one night he wakes from a dream, aroused, rutting into Elias’ leg as he sleeps. And he hates himself for it but he’s so turned on and he just keeps going, humping Elias’ thigh until he cums in his briefs. And it felt so good and it’s still not enough. He’s whimpering and climbing into Elias’ lap, shakily pulling his cock out of his underwear, so anxious and afraid and so so wet. So needy. He knows he should at least get a condom but he doesn’t want to stop. Can’t stop himself. He just wants this so bad. Needs Elias inside him as soon as possible. Sinking down slowly onto his cock with a soft little whimper. Rolling his hips forward, trying to stifle his moans and cries. He’s slumped forwards onto Elias, whispering “please please please” as he keeps going. He cums again and it’s still not enough. Not with Elias soft and sleeping under him, cock still hard inside of him, buried to the hilt. He keeps going rocking back and forth until he brings himself to yet another orgasm, barely even noticing as the clenching of his walls causes Elias to finish inside of him.

> When he’s done he slinks back. He needs to clean Elias up, needs to hide the evidence of what he did (Elias said it was ok, said he wanted Jon to do this) (Jon still feels so guilty). But he can’t get up to get tissues, not without the risk of disturbing Elias. That’s why he has to take Elias’ limp cock in his mouth, gently sucking on it while he rubs his clit. That’s why he has to lick it clean as he cums with a soft little gasp. Finally fully sated, Jon crawls back up the bed and curls himself in Elias’ arms, trying to pretend he didn’t just have some of the most satisfying orgasms of his life.

> And it’s going to happen again, and again, and again. Each time Jon tries to pretend is the last time, but it feels so good that he always succumbs to his libido in the end, aching for Elias’ cock. It’ll only get worse when the symptoms start, when he realizes that he’s pregnant. They were being so safe otherwise, but during those dark, quiet hours where Jon uses Elias’ sleeping body he rarely remembers, can’t tear himself away even when he does. He knows how he got pregnant, just like he knows that in a few nights he’s going to stretch himself out and fuck himself on his lover’s cock while he sleeps peacefully beneath him….

2025-02-11 2:49:52 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Man jons kinks are very funny because they’re just. So telling. Oh you wanna realllyyyy lean into being Elias’ employee. You want him to be your dad. You wanna be his dog. Mkay. You view Tim as smarter and Better than you and you want him to get you drunk out of your mind so you don’t have to worry about impressing him. You want to be just something cute and helpless to fuck. Okay. Sure. You want to be something cute and so so smart for Sasha and be her whiny little pet that impresses her so much and makes her so proud and does so many tricks on command? Sure. I’m sure this says nothing about your deep rooted emotional trauma. Nothing at all.

2025-02-11 2:52:39 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kairos-polaris:

> I need Elias to be indulging of Jon pre canon, agreeing easily to his request. I need him to be fond and adoring, enjoying his gift without having to keep away. Jon is not the Archivist yet, Elias can enjoy his gift for a little longer

> I need for that fondness to be obvious. I need people to Know and see the difference in Elias’ treatment of Jon compared to everyone else. just how much more passionate he is when with Jon. I need Elias to be in a good mood after Jon visits his office and for people to notice it. for there to be a joke that the best time to ask Elias for something is right after Sims leaves his office because he tends to be nicer and more agreeable then

> I just need Elias to adore Jon and that adoration being what dooms Jon in the ens

2025-02-11 2:57:56 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Basically. Jon wants to be Elias’ student/employee / dog, to be sashas kitty, to be someone lost and confused that Tim’s taking under his wing and teaching him how to be a good boy, and gerrys mutt/prey. Any questions.

2025-02-11 3:01:33 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Literally anyone who’s ever known about jons trauma and does scenes with him probably has Realizations every session and is just sitting there wondering if it’d be polite to ask. Except elias elias is exploiting that shit. He’s playing mind games he’s seeing the trauma and digging in sooo deep. “You try so hard, Jon. Don’t you deserve a father that wants you back?” As he takes him ‘against his will.’ “You’re so brave. I know it hurts. I’ll make it better. You’re such a good boy, letting me do this to you.” He is looking at his emotional trauma and exploiting it happily. He is going “I don’t know how they can hate you so much when you’re this perfect for me, Jon. They don’t know you like I do. What a sweet thing.” He should do severe psychological damage to him while giving him everything he’s ever wanted. It should be everything he’s ever wanted to hear and it should hurt so so bad. Okay. He should feel so hollow and so wanted by the end. Wake up with him working in the next room. Hgnfhh.

2025-02-11 8:13:22 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Je hellfic time. Contains uh:

> - daddy kink

> - breeding

> - somnophilia

> - shit probably more I can’t think of. Bc it’s past midnight

> - so uh? Go in with caution

> Starts being written like a yk. Post. And turned into a fic during it. Whoops

> Keep reading

2025-02-12 2:46:00 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> I think Jon has many fantasies about everyone knowing what a good boy he is and praising him for being so well trained and so useful. Maybe in a free use context. The office’s cherished pet. He belongs to elias, obviously, but they’re allowed to play with him as much as he wants, and he’d be so good for them, doing whatever they wanted. I’m thinking about it.

2025-02-13 16:34:16 ¶ ●

Sugarbaby au where Elias decides to put a more permanent mark on Jon than his collar. Jon trying to argue that he really shouldn’t be getting a tattoo, but Elias just talking over him, telling him that it would make Elias so happy. Jon finally agreeing because maybe it means Elias really will keep him.

2025-02-13 16:40:41 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > I think Jon should also have a Thing for wetting himself. (I know I posted about this before but I’m too lazy to find it. Also I want to think about Jon pissing himself). Maybe it never occurred to him before, but one day he’s been stuck in a meeting for almost an hour and he started needing to use the bathroom 20 minutes. And it’s fine, he can hold it. But Elias slips the thought into his mind, “what if he couldn’t? What if he peed himself in front of all these people?” And Jon latches onto it. Elias had meant it as an anxious little thing, a bit of shame and fear that he could snack off of while discussing departmental changes, and it is working. But Jon’s getting aroused from it, too. A little wet at the thought of humiliating himself in front of all these people. And maybe it spirals from there. What if Elias pulled him onto the table and showed them all his soaked pants? What if he pulled them down to expose his wet cunt, glistening with his own urine? What if everyone there degraded and shamed him? What if Elias forced him to touch himself while they did? What if, when Jon cams, he also peed himself a little more while everyone around him jeered at him over his lack of self control?

> > And he is able to hold his bladder throughout the meeting, but when he finally does get to the bathroom he’s going to discover that he’s soaking wet, cock hard and aching in his folds. And he’s going to spend the rest of the day squirming in embarrassment and desire, and he’s going to begin touching himself to the thought of peeing his trousers in front of everyone else and even though the mere thought is appallingly humiliating he’s going to cum to it so hard and so much that he can barely walk afterwards.

> Jon thinking about wetting himself while drugged. Imagining Elias slipped something into his coffee that made him all sleepy and helpless, lying back, squirming, too weak to do anything but moan “please, stop, no, dad” over and over again. So overwhelmed with pleasure, the haze of the drugs, that he barely even realizes he needs the bathroom until he’s peeing even as Elias continues to fuck into him. His helpless son, can’t even hold his bladder. Needs his father to take care of him, doesn’t he? Elias has been so irresponsible, letting Jon do whatever he wants without any supervision. Maybe he needs a caretaker, to be kept. Jon not even knowing what’s going on, but Elias is asking him a question (“you need me, don’t you? To take care of you. Can’t be trusted to do it yourself, can you?”) and he feels so good and he’s going to cum again and he’s nodding and whining and whimpering please please please and he doesn’t know why the fantasy is doing it for him but he’s cumming over his own hand with a wail and it feels so good.

> Or maybe he imagines Elias waiting it out a bit. Jon not sure hey he’s so tired, sagging at his desk, stumbling into document storage to have a lie down. Drifting, dozing, he’s so tired, and soon he becomes aware that he needs the bathroom but he can’t get up, trying to hold it but soon he’s peeing himself, soaking his trousers, the cot, the sheets, so ashamed but so tired and he can’t do anything. And then Elias comes in, cooing over how helpless he is, his utter lack of self-control. Taking advantage of him, using his soft, pliant body. Filling him while Jon tries and fails to muster up the strength to stop it. Maybe he imagines Elias holding his spent cock up to Jon’s mouth, forcing him to lick it clean, slowly hardening as Jon clumsily licks along his shaft until he can force his way inside Jon’s mouth and begin to fuck his throat.

> Just. Jon helpless and squirming and whining and needy and wetting himself while Elias rapes him <3

2025-02-13 16:56:37 ¶ ●

Elias getting Jon’s tits pierced and leading his good dog about by a leash attached a chain between them. Send post

2025-02-14 1:05:53 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Hate when people try to go “the je age gap isn’t that weird.’ Personally i think it should be weirder. I think we should add some weird subtext. I think Jon should be very aware of the weird subtext and feel like a terrible person for it. They should both be getting off on the weird subtext.

2025-02-14 1:15:45 ¶ ● ⬈

skiesandcandy:

> Thinking about free use au again. Thinking about Jon getting fucked in his sleep, waking up full of cum and bitten all over. Jon tugging on Jonahs sleeve and demanding to be touched Now because he wasn’t even awake for it. Jonah laughing that he just came and jon insisting that he wasn’t awake for it so it didn’t count. Jon having days of just being spoiled rotten <3 cumming over and over again and being tended to and pampered all day. Sleepy and sensitive and sooo needy.

> Jon getting wet from his nightmares. Flushed and shaking and ashamed. Jonah fucking his remorse out of him until he’s happily rutting against him chirping and purring with the satisfaction of a good meal and a good fuck.

> Jon being used all the time. As his son, his toy, or his pet. Anything he can. Feeling so fuzzy and little and sooo needy just wanting to be loved and cherished and useful. Just. Free use au <3