1. I am an adult, I’m not giving out my age, but I did spend much of my formative years using dial up, so you know. Also pronouns are It/Its, They/Them, but honestly any pronouns are fine, it doesn’t really bother me.
2. I am bad with interacting, I try I swear but sometimes I come across as overly formal or harsh, it’s the autism I’m sorry. In reality I am a ball of insecurity and fear.
3. My current interests include: TMA for which there will be untagged spoilers, and probably other stuff too but right now it’s mostly that, and mostly for Jon tbh.
4. I do not enjoy the discourse, I am here to be unapologetically unhinged about things. I don’t think what you ship says anything about you as a person, your kinks are your kinks, se la vie.
5. This is a side blog, if you see me post something to my main blog, no you didn’t.
6. Please feel free to send me anons, or just asks in general, I will get to them…eventually, I have weird hours so I can’t guarantee a fast response but there will be one.
7. If you need something tagged please ask, I am not against tagging triggers. Look for me it’s pictures of balloons(specifically flying away,) they send me into panic attacks if I’m in the wrong frame of mind. So yeah yours can’t be weirder than mine.
Currently tagging:
Triggers; Gore, Noncon, Dubcon
Relationships will be tagged with Initials, ie JE for JonElias. JP for JonPeter etc.
If you need a character tagged just ask, except Jon I’m sorry just this is not the blog for you.
I need to start writing Jon omegaverse stuff JUST for the dubcon breeding aspect of it. It’s like the best and hottest part and I don’t think there’s enough of it for Jon :(
Anyway sorry but there’s basically nothing sexier than a character’s actual will and desires being overwritten by a desperate need to breed and then someone else finding them and taking advantage of them and brutally roughly fucking them into submission (whether they initially tried to put up a resistance or not). I think Jon should be totally overtaken by his own hormones and descend into a lustful frenzy and his partner is promising to breed him again and again and again until he’s good and pregnant and somewhere in the back of his mind he’s terrified but he CAN’T stop it feels so good he needs it his instincts are overriding his rational minds and wishes and by the time he’s lucid enough to remember why he never wanted this it’s too late and he belongs to someone else.
I think Jonah should call Jon *his* good boy and see how long it takes for him to combust with want over it. For science.
“There’s my good boy.” After Jons finally listening after misbehaving the whole session. Jon visibly shivering and leaning into his hand, soaking up all the praise and comfort now that he’s gotten everything out of his system…I’m normal guys
Hey sorry to bother you, but I recently made a blog for nsfw posting purposes and I really like your stuff is it okay if I like go through your blog and reblog a bunch of older stuff?
If not that’s okay, thank you have a wonderful day.
(I swear I’m not a bot I’m just incapable of normal human interaction without direct permission and autistic)
Yes absolutely! Go ahead also no worries I also have a Thing about “what if me reblogging old nsfw stuff is actually creepy and makes me look like a stalker. I need to be Normal.” Kagdkdhd. I get it.
Thank you I shall be doing this then. (Not beating the robot allegations here am I.)
For anyone reading this same goes this blog, when it gets longer than like three posts.
My hot take is I think je are both extremely autistic about sex. I think Jon hyperfixtated on specific kinks before. I think they’re so weird about it. I think they have a system that makes perfect sense to them albeit not very healthy and would look like actual psychological torture to anyone else. I think they are very clearly also Boss and Employee in any scene unless they’re both losing it a little. I think they’re just like that. All the time.
Its also kinda like. Sometimes Jon wants to go through actual psychological hell because he thinks he deserves it and Elias does not have moral qualms against this if he thinks it’ll make him grow or feed their god in a good way. I mean. It’s elias. He finds his pain beautiful. This works for what Jon wants. This is also actually batshit insane. Do you get what I mean.
Corruption!Jon but with bees, so parts of his skin resemble honeycomb. Elias pressing his fingers into the delicate hollowed out tissue honey dripping down his wrist. Places which are not meant for fingers, but which feel so good. The bees buzzing around harmlessly because they know their vessel is safe. Elias licking honey out of each of the tiny chambers, starting with the hollowed out space near his collarbone, ending at the one located on his upper thigh a few inches from his next target. The tiny membranes that connect the little chambers of honey tearing in places as they they are invaded. Jon going completely limp letting Elias do whatever he wants.
Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.
Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3
Hey sorry to bother you, but I recently made a blog for nsfw posting purposes and I really like your stuff is it okay if I like go through your blog and reblog a bunch of older stuff?
If not that’s okay, thank you have a wonderful day.
(I swear I’m not a bot I’m just incapable of normal human interaction without direct permission and autistic)
“penetrate” is not the most intimate thing you can do to someone or even in the top five. a recent survey actually ranked it at #74, far below fan favorites like tend wounds (#8) and betray (#3)
Corruption!Jon but with bees, so parts of his skin resemble honeycomb. Elias pressing his fingers into the delicate hollowed out tissue honey dripping down his wrist. Places which are not meant for fingers, but which feel so good. The bees buzzing around harmlessly because they know their vessel is safe. Elias licking honey out of each of the tiny chambers, starting with the hollowed out space near his collarbone, ending at the one located on his upper thigh a few inches from his next target. The tiny membranes that connect the little chambers of honey tearing in places as they they are invaded. Jon going completely limp letting Elias do whatever he wants.
you can love someone and still murder them in cold blood without remorse btw!!! the two are not mutually exclusive and to suggest otherwise is a very heteronormative point of view!!!!
Torn between enjoying joncon and liking when Jon begs to be bred and claimed and changed irrevocably. This is maybe the most first world problem to ever exist.
“Now, now, Jonathan, I’m afraid we’ve been over this. You need to stay where you are. Surely you can hold off a little longer?” They really couldn’t. Elias could feel Jon’s desperation, their engorged bladder, in the space where their minds bled together. The pressure had long slipped over into pain, and their rising irritation nipped at the edges of his mind. He sighed. Tried not to smirk. “You are, of course, free to leave at any time. But…” Elias sank down between Jon’s legs, “there is an alternative.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly serious.” Elias’ voice was warm, husky, anticipatory. He licked his lips. Savored the way Jon’s eyes tracked his tongue. “Would you rather give up now? Or soak in your own urine?” He wouldn’t mind that, watching as Jon flooded their trousers, slumped back in pleasure, relief, and shame.
“Fuck you.” Jon spat. Still, they hitched their hips up for him. Allowed Elias to slide down their trousers, their boxers. Spread their legs.
Elias leaned forward and mouthed over Jon’s cock (already hard, aching for it). Jon shivered beneath his hands, and he slipped lower, lower. Traced his tongue around their urethral opening, pressed his lips against it. Piss flowed into Elias’ mouth and over his lips, warm and acrid. He swallowed it greedily. Jon’s hands had fisted his hair, pressing him forward into their cunt as they ground their hips against his face. The shame of how much pleasure this was bringing them tasted almost as good.
The stream slowed, then stopped. Elias reluctantly pulled away.
“That was vile.” Jon looked utterly disgusted, but their mouth opened easy as anything when Elias pulled them in for a deep, thorough kiss.
So Jon with accelerated healing abilities, Jon who can’t die unless his eyes are destroyed. The rest of his body, unimportant, his heart doesn’t even beat. Anything done to it just heals, after all the Archivist can’t Archive if it’s too injured.
Give me Jon realizing this, trying to die, not knowing it’s his eyes. Throwing himself at anything that will hurt him, the pain always there but the marks fade. Give me Jon getting addicted to that feeling.
Give me Elias unable to resist returning to his Archivist. Jon begging to be hurt, Elias obliges of course, conditioning Jon to mix pain and sex. Anything Elias does, as long as Jon’s eyes are fine healing. Elias fucking him while his stomach is carved open, putting out cigarettes on his chest, the little burns healing in a matter of minutes, but Jon feeling every second. Pushing further and further as the pain mounts until Jon passes out coming on Elias’s dick as he feels the knife pressing into his chest until Elias can grip his unbeating heart in his hand.
Jon coming to covered in blood and cum, both leaking out of him as his body heals enough for semi-coherent thought. Elias deciding that he can postpone his apocalypse a bit while he tries out the limits of his new toy.
Torn between enjoying joncon and liking when Jon begs to be bred and claimed and changed irrevocably. This is maybe the most first world problem to ever exist.
Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.
Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3
That it ‘Looks like their stupid Dad meme,’ only it’s JonElias and it’s, ‘It looks like the stupid eye,’ and Jon is just holding a baby-sized eyeball while Elias is looking smug at the base of his hospital bed,
Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??
The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!
Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.
Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.
Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.
(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.
I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.
I am once again being normal about Jon accidentally calling Jonah dad. I am once again thinking about Jon panicking and Jonah sensing blood and the water and immediately going “oh I can exploit the hell out of this.” I am once again being SO Normal about whatever the hell these two have going
Jon needs to call Jonah dad on the brink of tears and needs to be fingered until he feels better and is just happily mumbling his name and “dad” over and over. I think it’d do wonders for his mental health.
Thinks about Jon having a god awful day and seeking out Elias. Refuses to say what he wants because he can’t admit that, not now. Thinks about Elias rolling his eyes but slipping his collar on, watching the way tension ever so slightly drains out of him. Thinks about Jon resting his head in his lap as Elias does paperwork. Maybe jons brought his own work to do. Actually wait Jon collared and recording a statement fucks. Elias is looking respectfully. Jons getting bent over the second he’s done. Normal.
Maybe Elias needles him into asking for what he wants, and all he can manage is just a frustrated “dammit, dad, please-” , and he let’s it slide for now. Only because he’s his favorite, he tells him. Jon pretends he doesn’t feel so so warm, like he could bask in that word forever. Thinks about Jon collared but fully clothed. Thinks about Jon seeing himself in the mirror and looking almost enraptured. Thinks about collars and stress relief…ough
I see we’re all really normal about Jon being collared and adored by a guy with bad intentions who also loves him more than anyone else in the world tonight huh
I see we’re all really normal about Jon being collared and adored by a guy with bad intentions who also loves him more than anyone else in the world tonight huh
So how do we feel about Jonah wrapping his collar around his neck with blood-soaked hands.
No no hear me out. Idk when this would be but Jon being pet and praised and adored by a murderer, someone every bit of common sense is screaming to run away from and yet he crumples into the touch. Jon sucking on his fingers and tasting it, instincts purring all the while. Jons morals going down the drain the second Elias makes him feel good. Explodes
Let Jon be collared and held by Jonah while Jon licks the blood off his fingers. So scared but just feeling so safe in a murderer’s arms. Because he is precious to the person he thought was gonna kill him which makes him feel safe.
Elias calling Jon up to his office sometime in season three. Like just Jon doing badly starving himself from statements. So we have Elias forcing him to take one using the gun he killed his predecessor with. Then Jon gets all angry and Elias just pins him down to teach him who’s in control.
Look I just think Elias should fuck Jon with the gun he killed Gertrude with. Look I just think it would be hot.
Elias showing Jon how easy it would be to kill him now. Is the gun loaded? Who knows, but Jon almost wants to feel what it would be like if it did go off even if he is so very scared.
Not me explaining that here on Tumblr tits is a gender neutral term for big chests unless the person has said they don’t like it
On a serious note people being unironically horny about cis men and referring to their chests as tits in their horny rantings has made me feel more comfortable as someone who is transmasc
Like I don’t have huge dysphoria about my chest because I’m not very well endowed but I still have some and like thinking: “I’m a sexy dude with sexy tits” is actually a good feeling for me personally
my blog is a safe place for the gender neutral usage of tits
So Jon with accelerated healing abilities, Jon who can’t die unless his eyes are destroyed. The rest of his body, unimportant, his heart doesn’t even beat. Anything done to it just heals, after all the Archivist can’t Archive if it’s too injured.
Give me Jon realizing this, trying to die, not knowing it’s his eyes. Throwing himself at anything that will hurt him, the pain always there but the marks fade. Give me Jon getting addicted to that feeling.
Give me Elias unable to resist returning to his Archivist. Jon begging to be hurt, Elias obliges of course, conditioning Jon to mix pain and sex. Anything Elias does, as long as Jon’s eyes are fine healing. Elias fucking him while his stomach is carved open, putting out cigarettes on his chest, the little burns healing in a matter of minutes, but Jon feeling every second. Pushing further and further as the pain mounts until Jon passes out coming on Elias’s dick as he feels the knife pressing into his chest until Elias can grip his unbeating heart in his hand.
Jon coming to covered in blood and cum, both leaking out of him as his body heals enough for semi-coherent thought. Elias deciding that he can postpone his apocalypse a bit while he tries out the limits of his new toy.
Elias deciding to decorate his toy, since the marks he leaves won’t stay more than a few moments. Him pinning Jon down, to hold him still, so he the piercings go in properly. Of course he set the table up in advance, attaching cuffs to the legs that should keep Jon from getting free. Jon struggling, but not having even the slightest give. Elias carefully cutting the little clothing that his toy was wearing away. Gagging him, to make sure his screams don’t bother the neighbors, again.
Elias pulling out a needle, showing it to Jon, who looks torn between terror and desire. Elias of course just shakes his head piercing both of Jon’s tits. No numbing of course as Jon practically cums from the pain and gets a few gentle kisses for being such a good boy.
Elias hanging a little chain between his lovely new jewelry, so he can tug at it like a stress ball as Jon whines. When Jon seems to get use to that, Elias brings out a new piercing needle which of course a Jon whimpering again.
Elias piercing his clit too, that has Jon whimpering and crying as the needle goes in. Of course the jewelery he selected is a little eye-shaped piece.
Elias then fucking him over the table, the new piercing affording him a lovely new vantage point. Once he cums inside him he plugs his little toy up and leaves him stretched out unable to move, until Elias is ready to go again.
Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.
Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.
Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.
It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.
In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.
He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.
just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?
At some point that morning Jon floats the idea of going home. He’s naked, freshly fucked, and a part of him is slowly but surely registering what a terrible idea this all is.
“I don’t have anything to wear, Elias!”
“Then don’t wear anything.” Elias sounds so very pleased with himself.
“I- I’m not just going to sit around your house in the nude. Don’t be absurd.” It takes an embarrassing few moments to remember he might need to leave the house at some point. “And I can hardly take the tube like this.”
“Oh I’m being perfectly serious, it’s just the two of us here, after all.” His gaze rakes up and down Jon’s exposed body, admiring and lascivious. “But I suppose the London populace might object, even if they have absolutely nothing to complain about.”
Elias’ eyes drift down towards his chest, resting on the swell of his breasts. They’re well-marked by Elias’ teeth and lips, scattered with bruises.
Elias closes his book and rises with a soft exhale. “You can borrow something of mine, perhaps. You looked quite fetching earlier.” It’s humiliating, how easily Elias’ praise affects him. Flustered and warm, he tries to stammer out a response without any idea what he could even say to that. All those months spent chasing Elias’ praise in and out of class, and yet somehow he’s only ever gotten more desperate for it.
Elias approaches him, eyes glittering with hunger and delight, looking for all the world like he knows just how weak Jon has become for his attention, his affection, his lo-
He doesn’t have time to finish that thought before Elias drags him into a long, deep, searching kiss.
When they’ve been seeing each other for a few months, and Jon is well and truly captured by Elias, he starts requesting that Jon refer to him as “sir” and “professor Bouchard” in bed.
Not all the time, of course. No need for that if they’re having a quick fuck on his desk. But for longer, more drawn out encounters…
And Jon is so terribly, shamefully turned on by it. He loves to feel powerless in bed. Gets so worked up whenever Elias plays at restraining him, is never more desperate for Elias’ cock than when Elias has him pinned and collared, leash tugging on his neck just enough to make his breaths go shallow and short.
Elias’ praise and fondness and desire for him is very effective at enticing Jon into sex, of course, but nothing gets him wetter than the disappointed teacher routine. Elias’ scorn, his punishments, the reminder to them both that Jon looks up to him, needs him… and the threat of academic consequences and Elias’ anger paired with the promise of future praise, of finding his way back into Elias’ good graces, well, it gets Jon absolutely desperate for cock. And Elias is more than happy to provide.
(Warning for some disassociation in the very last paragraph, put the post under a cut just in case)
Damn I can’t believe I left this neglected for so long… anyway have some more university Jonelias.
Okay in hindsight Jon would proooobably be living in student accommodations, which would make Elias showing up too risky. I imagine he’d ask Jon to come to him, and, when he’d pulled himself together enough, he would.
He barely even has to knock before Elias is opening the door and pulling Jon into his arms. Holding him so tightly. And Jon feels so anxious and terrible that he just breaks down sobbing , tucking his head under Elias’ chin while Elias rubs his back and strokes his hair.
When Jon finally quiets he leads him into the living room and pulls Jon down onto his lap. And in a choked little murmur Jon tells him that he’s pregnant. And oh Elias is thrilled. His claim on Jon visible to all. Jon growing full and swollen from Elias’ baby, body changing so visibly, so permanently, and all for Elias. Jon bearing his child, tying them together unalterably. He can already imagine the milk that will leak from Jon’s tits, the bump of his stomach growing larger and larger. How much Jon will grow to rely on Elias, the father of his child, to help take care of him as the pregnancy progresses. But he knows that isn’t what Jon wants to hear, not now. He can’t afford to push Jon away. So instead he murmurs comforting reassurances, that he’ll be there for Jon no matter what. That it’ll be okay. That Elias loves him (and perhaps it’s the first time either of them have said it. And perhaps it sticks out to Jon, that the words only came out after he knew there was a child on the way. Thinks of the baby as something Elias wants from him…)
He draws Jon a bath, I think. Tenderly undresses him and then lowers him into the water, washes every inch of his body until Jon is utterly exhausted and undone. Lingering on his stomach for a few moments, feeling the place where their baby is growing, even if right now it’s too early to show. Maybe when Elias starts to gently run his hands over the underside of Jon’s thighs his hips twitch. Maybe Elias lets his hand slide upwards until his fingers are barely brushing Jon’s cock. Maybe Jon lets himself grind against them, moving his hips in needy little twitches until he cums with a gasp, slumping back bonelessly afterwards.
When the water is cooling Elias drains the tub and pulls Jon back up into his arms. Towels him dry and takes him to bed. Holds Jon against his chest, Elias stripped down to his boxers and Jon utterly nude.
The next day they’ll discuss the future, Elias subtly goading Jon into keeping it. Manipulate Jon into feeling bas, like Elias really deeply wants a child with him, like it would hurt him not to have one, like it would harm their relationship, if he didn’t keep it. But nothing said overtly. Just… conclusions Jon was gently steered towards. And when Jon agrees to keep it Elias will pin him to the loveseat and kiss him deeply. Take him the way he wanted to the previous evening, when Jon showed up at his doorstep, beautiful and wide-eyed with terror.
Honestly this turned put a bit softer than I thought it would, especially when I’m really in more of a rough dubcon mood but eh.
Look I need Jon to be fucked stupid okay? Like I don’t care how, just he needs to be. No more thoughts in his pretty head. Just being filled and fucked and nothing else. Give it to me please.
Look I need Jon to be fucked stupid okay? Like I don’t care how, just he needs to be. No more thoughts in his pretty head. Just being filled and fucked and nothing else. Give it to me please.
Love the concept of Bad Thing that provides protection from Even Worse Thing. This villan has dibs on killing me someday, so they’re not going to let anyone else do it. Person has a permanent illness that’s super hostile to any other type of infection. Lawful evil tyrant absolutely PISSED at chaotic evil invader killing their subjects. Person has been cursed by the gods but the curse supersedes all other hexes and magical ills. This shit absolutely charges my batteries.
Doing my daily scroll through my dash and just being like, this post goes in the que on the normal blog, while this is for the unhinged horny posting. Like just constantly on the edge of disaster but I am keeping my cool.
I think the first time I fully knew that Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the magnus institute, london was going to forever be my favorite blorbo was in the guest for Mr spider ep when he said for a long time he couldn’t figure out why kids didn’t like him when he was younger but he had since come to the realization that he was a *deeply* annoying child. For the main reason that I have NEVER related to a character more. Autism to autism connection. He understands me.
vampires jonelias… fledgling Jon being a messy eater. he is so hungry and he feels so guilty about it. and his sire Elias sighs with exasperation and pulls Jon into his lap, guiding Jon to his neck so he would eat finally. and then he takes Jon’s wrists and feeds from while keeping eye contact. he isn’t a messy eater but he lets Jon see how much he enjoys feeding from him
Look I need Jon to be fucked stupid okay? Like I don’t care how, just he needs to be. No more thoughts in his pretty head. Just being filled and fucked and nothing else. Give it to me please.
Hesitantly puts out a few more treats and taps the bell, more camera!Jon, uh please heed the warnings if you do read them. Camera time is great but these are definitely not safe sane or consensual.
Folks who ship polyarchives as only the original crew are cowards. Let’s make the world’s least functional polycule. Its really funny.
ok but have you considered
even bigger polycule
Jon shares Gerry and Helen resumes dating Jon and Sasha when its her turn as distortion
ok probably the last thing ill add
i feel like helen and georgie would be a killer duo. I can imagine Helen trying to get Georgie to feel fear and just miserably failing
also georgie-melanie-sasha are the mirror of martin-tim-jon i will not elaborate
@ilexdiapason@moons-br sure, why not. Jon keep talking about how great Martin is so Georgie decides to see what all the fuss is about. They go to the zoo.
And yes, Georgie/Melanie/Sasha IS mirror to jonmartim. Jon and his boyfriends that want him to stop running after monsters vs Sasha and her girlfriends that wants her to stop running after monsters
We need some mike crew loving but my phone is terribek
FASCINATED by you making jon/mike/daisy a thing. Daisy tries to kill two men and ends up with two boyfriends instead.
Also added mike/mike bc thats too funny not to, Basira/tim because he’s confirmed hot by basira, and Sasha/Daisy because she deserves a werewolf girlfriend
fuck we got a new person now
ok UPDATED TALLY:
Jon ans Sasha still tied for first with 8 partners each Tim and Georgie in second with 6 Martin and Daisy with 5 Gerry, Mike, Michael, Basira, Melanie and Helen with 4 partners each
i also added oliver/mike cause i think it would be funny
now jon is in first with 9 partners!! and mike is tied for forth with Martin and Daisy
U should take one away from Martin because of his Oliver hate boner
this is a horrible graph, i love it more than life itself. literally the only thing i can picture rn is the other web avatars begging Annabelle to stop spinning the polycule web. she ads jude perry out of spite
here is my contribution to this mess… this is just a map of London avatars
An average Web meeting
Annabelle got bored of controlling the polycule from the outside so she decided to join it
I’m sure we can force Jared into this thing somehow
Hear me out, Jon gorging on statements, going into the trauma equivalent of a food coma. Being stuffed full and just passing out in the archives, because he feels too heavy with secondhand trauma to even walk. This being a regular occurrence and Jon being taken advantage of in that state.
Elias gently waking him just enough to lead him up to his office where he leaves Jon under his desk. Jon barely conscious on a pillow specifically for him, leaning into Elias’s leg as Elias settles his collar around his neck. Elias stroking Jon’s hair before carefully feeding him his cock, Jon just holding it in his mouth half-asleep but so comfortable. Of course after Elias finishes his paperwork for the day he fucks Jon on his desk, Jon blissed out of his mind. Elias feeds him another statement as he does so, and Jon whimpers at how full he is.
Season four, Peter coming down to see the Archivist unconscious on his stupid little cot. He’s far rougher with him than Elias was during these times. Jon is too full to fight, too tired to do anything other than take it, making sad little whimpering noises. It’s not soft and gentle like he likes it after a large fear meal, but he can’t get any words out past the sheer exhaustion.
Tim fucking his boss as a bit of payback for the stalking. Wanting to be rough at first but Jon is just so small and needy. So instead Tim teases him mercilessly, not letting him cum, needling him about his lack of self control. After all Jon can’t keep from gorging on as much secondhand trauma as he possibly can, if he can’t show a little moderation why should he get anything more. Or the opposite, where he doesn’t stop until he is physically incapable of wringing another orgasm out of Jon. Who is just a mess of bruises and bite-marks, which Tim won’t let him cover later.
Just people taking advantage of Jon when he’s too out of it to say no.
