The je Sci fi au always gets me. Fellas is it gay to intimately repair your boss and they make satisifed little noises that you try very very hard not to think about what they remind you of. I am sexualizing the machine today. Jon handling all of the most fragile pieces of elias..hnghg
Jon trying so hard to keep plausible deniability, no he’s just doing his job. Look it means nothing that he’s the only one the computer allows to crawl amongst their wires. All computers make those noises, he is very professional thank you very much.
Yeah no one buys this, and honestly the fatality rate has gonna way down now that the slightly murderous ship AI seems to be distracted. So everyone just turns a blind eye to anything going on.
Jon secretly, okay not secretly at all everyone can tell, loving Elias’s attention, the cameras all turning to follow him. Jon constantly talking to him, confessing all his secrets, and his insecurities, look maybe a machine is the only one who actually understands him.
Jon touching himself in his bunk carefully in view of Elias’s mechanical eyes. He’s so embarrassed but Elias telling him it’s only fair. After all Jon gets to handle his delicate circuitry, and while he can’t physically touch Jon he can guide him verbally. Jon squirming as Elias calls him a good boy, so precious to him, how he almost wishes he still had a body just so he could take Jon apart properly. Jon comes harder than he ever has before at the thought.
Jon veryyy obviously being the computers favorite. They don’t even know why. He’s not even the one with the most clearance he’s just the only one the computer opens the hatches to its wiring for. They don’t even know how he can HAVE favorites still. Most people don’t tend to have light conversation with the consciousness, or go to have their lunch near the security cameras. But if that’s what it takes to keep them from getting murdered than quite frankly they are going to ignore it as much as possible. They don’t wanna know what they get up to.
Goddd. I think his connection with Elias is also very much a Tism thing. No eye contact no body language to read and he can at least understand Elias’ reasoning even if he’s fucked up as hell. After a while of learning about him, bonding with him although he’ll never admit it, he has a lot easier of a time predicting what Elias will do than his fellow crew mates. It’s less stressful, somehow. Easy repetitive task. Fix Elias wires, try not to think about the sounds. Try not to think about the little breath of relief. Elias telling him he’s doing excellent, thank you Jon. Elias sounding a tad bit strained. Go eat his lunch and pretend Elias doesn’t take a moment to sound normal again. Or sometimes he’ll take a little longer in his wiring, listening to Elias’ labored breathing. He can’t even breathe anymore. God imagining that one scene in scavengers reign. “This doesn’t feel good.” “Oh. Uh…how does it feel if I do this?” “You’re touching my processing unit.” “No, how does it feel.” “[Laboured breath] Good, I think.” I’m thinking about it. I’m being really normal about it. Jon also feels really normal about it.
Jon touching himself…Elias completely focused on him…ough. Jon humiliated but Elias wants to see him, and maybe he likes having all the attention. Maybe it’s nice when Elias wants to see how he’ll react if he does this or that. Maybe it’s nice to be observed so intensely, like he’s something incredible to be studied and admired and understood. Elias wishing he could touch hin?? Insane. Jons so normal about it. Can’t even imagine what he’d be like as a human but just the idea of Elias wanting him that bad is sending him into a frenzy. Being wanted by something cold and calculating does something to his brain. Elias’ praise and attention and fondness is more than enough to outweigh the humiliation when it just feels so good to be seen and studied and adored. Elias telling him to do this or that, getting so delighted when he listens just to please him, just to be praised. “You’d really do anything I asked you, wouldn’t you?” With almost wonder in his voice. Jon feels so exposed. It feels good. He didn’t know it could feel good.
Also I see your tags….goddd. Elias wanting to keep him refusing to let him die??? That’s his Jon. He can’t just die on him. Whether or not Jon wants to be a machine isn’t relevant. He refuses to lose him. Goddddd. Explodes. Gnaws on glass.
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 strokes 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 being a possession is easier than being a person.
Horny je Tumblr is so good because on any other website if you talked about the shit we say here you’d get death threats and doxxed. But here people are just like “and then he gets pregnant” “what if he isolated him from everyone he loves and was his only support system :)”
Sometime I’m trying to reply to a particular post and my brain decides to just shout something and then wow guess we’re thinking about a time travel adjacent multiple realities idea. So for you alls sick enjoyment/pos.
Please imagine that Jon is not the one who gets to time travel/universe hop when the end hits. It’s whoever is with him, and because of multiverse theory and because I am multishipping trash, that means a good chunk of the TMA cast. All of them convinced they are in love with Jon and all converging on one universe. Of course due to reasons telling Jon any of this is not allowed, also let’s be real, king of ignoring the problem would not listen.
Please just picture poor Jon, poor mostly solitary Jon suddenly ending up with a slew of admirers.
Standard Sasha, Tim, and Martin all suddenly competing for their boss’s affections, Jon getting overwhelmed and so confused because yes he does have a crush on everyone this is a PolyJon household here.
Jon suddenly getting far more attention from his boss, and pretty sure violates some sort of HR policy, but honestly Jon is feeling so wanted and Elias seems to know everything Jon wants to hear, and the flowers were very nice.
Gerry from a Gerry lives Au, with Jon suddenly getting swept off his feet by a hot goth on a motorcycle. Who’s just like we should go burn leitners together, great first date idea.
I’m a big fan of platonic, but they fuck JonDaisy so him just getting tackled by Daisy who is still a little fucked up from recently being a monster but it’s fine, Jon is pretty sure he’s getting kidnapped.
There are more, so many more in my head, but yeah, and now the Web is just like replacing their favorite horror podcast with a RomCom. Also there’s still horror because yeah the monsters love Jon but they are still monsters.
Yall don’t know about the jg horny thoughts especially in The Au. Jon needs Gerry to cut him up a little and lick up his blood while he sobs and sobs. It’d fix him.
Always thinking about Elias being Obsessed with pregnant Jon. Wants Jon nearby at all times. Loves running his hands along Jon’s swelling stomach and playing with his sensitive tits. Greedily drinking every drop of milk from them once he starts lactating. Will spend hours pleasuring Jon when hormones are making him sad or irritable or aroused, or even just when he feels like it. Enjoys it when Jon isn’t wearing a shirt so he can have an unobstructed view (I mean, not that he minds Jon being naked generally lol). Traces and kisses every stretch mark during and after the pregnancy (because they are from him. They are Proof that Jon is His. A claim etched into his skin). Fussy about taking care of Jon (he does worry, pregnancy can be dangerous and Jon seems to be especially struggling. He can’t afford to lose his Archivist, his Jon…). Wants contact (and often sex) All The Time. So pleased and smug with himself as soon as he knows that it Took. Extra possessive even before Jon properly finds out. Sees every symptom as more proof of his claim on Jon, as something He Did. Wants to show off Jon’s pregnant belly to everyone. Has Extremely Frequent sexual fantasies about fucking Jon in front of everyone. Jon gripping his desk in research, tits bouncing as Elias rails him, stomach hanging low and heavy and obvious while everyone else watches them (he has narrated these to Jon while actually fucking him multiple times. Jon refuses to acknowledge just how much the idea does it for him). He’s soooo possessive and territorial and this is just scratching All of those itches.
Favorite little self-indulgent AU of mine is transmasc Jon naming himself after Jonah. Like idk maybe a few months after Mr. Spider Jon’s grandmother found some book by an obscure occultist from the 1800s. And maybe Jon was a little fascinated by the theories and ideas and the way it was written. And maybe a few years later when he needs a new name it’s only natural that his mind drifts to the intelligent, curious man whose book he read at a very vulnerable, formative time, whose research institute he dreams of working at. And maybe he’s a little too ashamed to ACTUALLY name himself after Jonah Magnus the georgian occultist, or maybe something about “Jonathan” just speaks to him more. Idk. And Elias being Very Charmed about it of course.
they really did make the throat to be vulnerable and easily wounded. some people would call this a design flaw but not those who can appreciate and understand like i.
decapitation! asphyxiation! a lovely resting spot for the edge of your blade! hickeys! she has it all and more! queen of sadomasochism her majesty the throat <3
The term ‘ship’ is too vague. I don’t think they should date i think they should be fucking regularly. I don’t think they should date i think they should yearn for eachother endlessly but never have it be requited. I don’t think they should date i think they should kiss one night and never talk about it again. I don’t think they should date i think they should hate eachother so much that it turns into bottled up lust. I don’t think they should date i think one of them should have a one-sided crush on the other. I don’t think they should date i think they should have a situationship that ruins their lives. I don’t think they should date i think they should stab eachother
The Monster is a normal man with a pleasant smile and sharp unsettling eyes that sees too much ; the Monster is a simple man that has kept himself safe for centuries and fed on terror to do so ; the Monster has chosen you, loves you, adores you, needs you to become as Monsterish, perhaps even more so than him, so that you can both be safe, together ; you walked in there with too much curiosity and the door is now locked behind you and although you will feel afraid, the Monster’s call is too beautiful in its horror to resist forever. You will learn to love him ; perhaps you already did ; if you cannot look at yourself in a mirror, it’s fine. He’ll behold you for all eternity instead, as you gorge yourselves in the world you’ve made, together.
(Also, Jon is a long white victorian nightgown, y'know.)
Ok actually now I’m having More JE somnophilia thoughts….
I think maybe it’s Jon’s suggestion. He wants to be good for Elias. Wants to have sex with him, sometimes. Likes getting pleasured and taken out of his mind like that, but it’s too awkward and difficult and messy even when Elias is in charge. So. What if Jon didn’t have to be awake for it? What if all he had to do was be helpless and drugged, to feel good.
I don’t think he’d do a very good job communicating this, necessarily. Or want to have the conversation where he sits down and leaves all his wants and needs on the tables. But maybe one day he’s bold enough to suggest it to Elias. To say he’s certain, when asked. That he wants Elias to drug him, sometimes, use him however he wants even when he’s fully unconscious. And. Well. How could Elias refuse?
So when Jon’s helpless and asleep Elias fucks him, breeding him without protection over and over again. Fucking him full of cum. When he senses Jon waking up he sinks down to lick away the evidence, but enough makes it inside.
When Jon starts showing symptoms, misses a period, when the test comes out positive, he’ll probably figure it out. He’s clever, after all, and paranoid, and it’s not exactly difficult. And if he asks Elias will tell him the truth: that Jon asked for this. Told Elias he could use him however he wished, not to worry about Jon’s normal limits. That he looked so pretty cumming on Elias’ cock, that Elias can’t wait to see how he looks as the pregnancy progresses.
Or maybe it’s the other way around. Elias and Jon are sleeping together (only literally). Why they’re sharing a bed is up to you, but maybe Jon wakes up from another person’s nightmare and realizes he’s soaking wet, and he’s rutting against Elias’ thigh. And he should stop. Needs to stop. It’s mortifying, it’s horrible, it’s wrong. But Elias feels so warm and solid between his own thighs. And he’s so, so wet. And as guilty and awful as he feels he’s helpless to resist as he keeps going until he’s cumming with a desperate keen, aching to be filled.
Thinks about Jon rutting against a sleeping Elias and feeling like the worst person in the world and so so so horny <33 jon can be the shitty morals guy for once. As a treat.
I love when Elias tells Jon he just can’t help himself and mocks him for his lack of self control. Can’t stop himself from rutting on his thigh can’t stop himself from cumming over and over again even when it hurts can’t help himself at all, no wonder he needs him to keep him on track. Throw in some daddy kink for flavor because it fits and I am also a predictable man.
Anyways as Jon becomes a worse person he should also be highly toxic for Elias too. They should be making each other worse as a fun hobby. They should love each other so much and being around each other brings out the worst in them. I need Jon to stoop to lows that he never would’ve before he met elias but feel so so good that he cant stop. Anyways I want Jon brutally ripping all of Jonahs secrets out of him while Jonah can’t tell if he’s pleading for more or for mercy. And he should be so so hard and Jon should look at him like he’s going to eat him alive.
I love when Elias tells Jon he just can’t help himself and mocks him for his lack of self control. Can’t stop himself from rutting on his thigh can’t stop himself from cumming over and over again even when it hurts can’t help himself at all, no wonder he needs him to keep him on track. Throw in some daddy kink for flavor because it fits and I am also a predictable man.
“Is this what you want?” Jon couldn’t hold back small whimpers as Elias’s leg slotted between his. Jon wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in Elias’s lap, he had come up to give some sort of report he was sure. Elias gripped his hips and Jon immediately lost his train of thought.
“Honestly Jon this is a place of business.” Jon tried to argue, to point out that Elias was just as bad, to put up any type of defense. But as soon as he opened his mouth Elias bounced his leg against his cunt and Jon practically squeaked instead.
“It’s alright I suppose I can indulge you in this case, since you clearly aren’t capable of a little self control.” Jon was feeling fuzzy now as Elias bounced him a bit with each word. No, Jon wanted to refute him, but it was hard when he felt so good, god he just wished he could get a little more pressure.
As though reading his mind(he probably was honestly), Elias lifted him enough to divest him of his trousers, revealing just how soaked his pants were. Jon hid his face against Elias’s chest trying to hide both his embarrassed and how turned on he was. What he couldn’t do was hold back his whimpers as Elias pressed his fingers against the wet fabric.
“What would your coworkers say Jon? If they knew how wet you were? If they knew what a needy little slut you are for me?” Jon made a wounded sound as he came, but Elias didn’t stop.
“Is that all it takes Jon, just the thought of others seeing you? I suppose you can’t really help yourself, you were meant to be used it seems.”
Anyways as Jon becomes a worse person he should also be highly toxic for Elias too. They should be making each other worse as a fun hobby. They should love each other so much and being around each other brings out the worst in them. I need Jon to stoop to lows that he never would’ve before he met elias but feel so so good that he cant stop. Anyways I want Jon brutally ripping all of Jonahs secrets out of him while Jonah can’t tell if he’s pleading for more or for mercy. And he should be so so hard and Jon should look at him like he’s going to eat him alive.
Fellas is it gay to want to be consumed by the monster you created. Is it gay to have created the only thing powerful enough to stop you and it is deeply aware of it. Is it gay to craft a weapon and it cuts your own hands trying to get closer to you. Is it gay for the monster you created to hate and love you for turning him into this and want vengeance and approval in equal measures. Is it gay for it to be so so hungry and you are the only one who can satisfy it. You made him and he is bound to you. He wants to eat you alive and wants to drown in your gaze. Is it gay to teach someone to accept they are a monster only for that power to be turned on you. And a part of you wants to be consumed.
Jon in a Victorian nightgown goes hard though. I need Jon seeing himself in the mirror with Jonah running his hands all over him and he simultaneously can't recognize himself and has never looked more like jonathan sims. I need to make je a Gothic horror but like Horny or I'll die. Ok.
- skiesandcandy
Jon wasn’t usually one to sleep in anything more than a ratty t-shirt, and sweats. Jonah had taken one look at such inelegant clothing before discarding them despite any protests Jon might give. The nightgown Jon now stood dressed in was just on the wrong side of opaque, what should be fully covering instead revealing everything to its audience. Jonah giving him an approving smile, and Jon melts a little, because that’s what he wants, approval to be cared for, cherished.
Jon frozen standing in front of a full length mirror, because of course Jonah’s house has an over abundance of mirrors. Something about reflections and truth and being seen, or maybe Jonah just likes how Jon looks when he catches sight of himself. A bit like a deer staring into oncoming headlights. Jon didn’t tend to look at his reflection much, if he could help it, or at least he hadn’t, it was harder here where it stared back from almost every surface.
Only was it his reflection? Yes it looked like him, or at least he thought it did. At what point had he stopped recognizing his reflection? Or was it the other way around? Was the reflection becoming the truth and he was the lie?
A glimpse of movement in the mirror is his only warning as Jonah’s hands snake around him. While the touch is gentle, almost reverent there’s an ownership as he traces Jon’s curves through the pale white fabric. Jonah’s hands knead at his chest, making Jon’s knees go weak, Jonah’s expression in the mirror is possessive as he stares at Jon like he’s a prize that he has won. And isn’t that the truth, Jon can no more pull away than he can leave the house, the door is sealed and the key gone.
Jonah pulling him close his grip like iron, and Jon knows he will have bruises in the morning. Jon leaning into it anyway because it’s so much easier to give into the monster. Jonah spreading him out on the bed looking at him like a particularly tasty meal and Jon can’t meet his eyes staring past him. His eyes meet his own on the mirrored ceiling, and Jon can see the faint glow in their depths, the hunger for this.
Jonah shifting his nightgown up, bunching the fabric about his waist, to press his tongue into his folds, and Jon can’t help the sounds he makes. He wants to close his eyes, but he can’t, he needs to see himself, to know. The him in the mirror is panting and open, his eyes hazy, and it’s not a look Jon has ever seen on his own face, but something about it seems right. He keens as Jonah’s tongue goes deeper and then he’s twitching and gasping and he comes, Jonah’s soft laughter against his cunt as he doesn’t stop pushing him past his breaking point.
And breaks he does, whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks, knowing that he has made his choice, he chose a the monster, he chose to Know, to See, willing to be consumed and remade.
His eyes focus on the mirror again, and the reflection there is finally himself.
There need to be a Somewhere Else where the Magnus Institute is an old, crumbling, beautiful place that has been reputed cursed and haunted for over a century, and that Jon has dreamed of for years and years; maybe he came once as a child – he did visit London, with his school, at some point – maybe he did not go at all, ever; but yet as an adult settling in London he can feel it, the attraction to this building that should not be here, that by all means should have been either bought, destroyed, or changed over the past decades but that nobody has touched
In his dream it’s like coming home, when he steps through the door; everybody around him is hazy, horrid, monstrous, but it’s beautiful and his all the same; the walls pulse as he goes through the corridors; they shiver when he brush a hand against them; sometimes he goes up, and someone he cannot fully see, because of the sun blinding him a little, talk to him in a quiet, interested voice about his life, his interests, the pulsions he tries so hard to push down, his fears, his desires,
sometimes he goes down. and down. and down. around him it starts to bleed, and he feels so, so afraid, but tapes are whirling around him in a beautiful evocative song, and when he reaches the tower he always wear white and the half-corpse man always smiles. In the same quiet voice he says: “How traditional, my love. Come near.”
Jon tells himself he won’t ever get into the building. He knows better. Doesn’t he? He knows that whatever hides there is dangerous. But. How can he assess how dangerous it is without exploring? without questionning? without investigating? don’t look at the white, silky gown being spinned in your closet, Jon. Just go on. Answer the call. Just a little bit; Just enough to peek. Surely, surely, your husband won’t take you until you’re ready.
I want Elias to take one look at how eager to please Jon is and to use that for Sex Purposes. He should gently and lovingly show Jon how to stroke his cock, how to suck him off, how to fuck him. And Jon should take it all in with wide eyes, curious and exploratory and trying so very hard to be good for Elias. To please him.
Jon has the biggest daddy kink in the world. And also he would never say daddy ever not even held at gunpoint. These things can coexist. In my beautiful mind.
Got struck with a vision. Thinking about je daddy kink. Thinking aboiy
“No, no, dad, please, I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t-”
Jonah pinning him down and compelling, “Do you want to stop?”
And him just wailing no, no he doesn’t, it’s too much and he can’t take it and it hurts and he wants more. He wants more!!! And Jonah knows. He can see exactly what he wants. He just wanted to make him say it <3
Firing the rent lowering gunshots today just in case. Please be aware that I post mostly untagged stuff on this blog, because I sometimes have trouble figuring out when stuff crosses the line. I am much more likely to remember if you ask me to tag though.
Jon has the biggest daddy kink in the world. And also he would never say daddy ever not even held at gunpoint. These things can coexist. In my beautiful mind.
I think Jonah is like. The only one who he’d call dad. I cannot explain why. But like. Yknow???
Jon has the biggest daddy kink in the world. And also he would never say daddy ever not even held at gunpoint. These things can coexist. In my beautiful mind.
I think Jonah is like. The only one who he’d call dad. I cannot explain why. But like. Yknow???
*cracks knuckles* Let’s see what I can do.
Jon had never considered what sex with someone consumed by the concept of isolation would be like. He supposed if he had to guess, he would have at the time said impersonal maybe? Only what felt like someone had shoved their arm into his cunt certainly felt personal.
“Are you still there Archivist?” Jon couldn’t really focus on the words Peter was saying. He talked a lot for someone who was supposed to be all about loneliness. But it was so hard to focus when he was stretched almost past the point he could handle. Why was he here again? He remembered agreeing, or did he? Jon shivered, despite the heat of Peter’s cock in him he felt cold but he pressed his face into the other man’s chest anyway.
Is that why he had agreed? He just wanted someone, anyone to touch him, to hold him? No, no not anyone, god he just wanted-.
“Something wrong Archivist?” Jon half wondered if Peter just liked the sound of his own voice. Whimpering as Peter gripped his hips and pulled him down harder. It wasn’t really a question he could answer, yes everything was wrong, everyone hated him, he was a monster, and Elias-. Jon couldn’t hold back a whimper, he had tried to go see him when he had woken up. Had shown up at the prison, only to be told that he specifically was not allowed, and it had hurt, some part of Jon had cracked at that.
He drifted as he was thrust into, in this cold space he could almost pretend it was Elias and not Peter. Elias holding him close, telling him how good he’s being, how he’s proud of him. Jon squirming and whining, it was too much, please stop please no more dad-.
Peter’s breathing in his ear, much too steady and unaffected so far considering how much he was wrecking Jon, hitched and Jon realized he had said the last part out loud. The laughter that followed was cold and cruel as Peter moved one hand to his hair stroking it in some feigned attempt at true intimacy.
“So that’s what this is about,” Peter sounded almost bored despite the cruelty in his words. Jon buried his face back against Peter’s chest, trying to tell him to stop, but it was just so much. “Do you miss him, feel abandoned because he won’t let you see him?”
“Did he used to fuck you in his office Archivist? Let you call him dad as he had you over his desk? I bet he did, makes sense why you’re such a good little slut for me right now.” Jon sobbed openly now, torn between mental anguish, and physical pleasure as Peter’s hand slipped between his legs, teasing him as he thrust harder. Peter almost seemed excited by the idea, if Jon had the ability to think clearly he would probably see the loneliness in the thought, but as it was Jon could only moan.
“Need me to fill you up just like he does? Or I suppose did since he doesn’t seem to want anything to do with you now.” Jon’s entire body went taught as he came, crying out for his dad. Peter’s grip returned to his hips as he pulled him down, and Jon could almost feel it as he came inside him.
“I’ll have to tell him how good you’ve been for me Archivist, do you think your dad will be proud?” Jon could only sob as the aftershocks poured through him, and Jon wondered at what point he would just break.
Still Accepting Prompts! (Please be as vague or specific as you would like)
JonElias
Jon couldn’t hold back a small whimper as Elias used his hair as a handhold shoving his face down. It wasn’t a particularly tight grip, but Elias was firm and Jon couldn’t even think of disobeying. Honestly he couldn’t think much at all having just spent the past few minutes rubbing off against the shoe Elias was shaving him toward. His tongue darted out, barely a kitten lick on the soft leather, and while Jon couldn’t see Elias from this angle he could hear his disappointed sigh.
“Come now Jon, you dirtied them you should take responsibility and clean them up,” Jon could almost see the smirk on his face as he pressed his shoe against Jon’s face spreading Jon’s slick that covered the tip across his lips. Jon opened his mouth his tongue hanging out but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. Elias sighed as his grip shifted, forcing Jon’s tongue to slide across the expensive leather.
“I suppose I’ll just have to show you more directly,” Jon whimpered, but kept his mouth open, it was always easier when Elias was in control.
JonGerry
“If you want to suck my cock you’ll have to show me how good you are with your mouth first.” Jon wasn’t certain if you could die from embarrassment but Gerry was certainly trying to do Jon in. When Gerry had told him to clean his boots, Jon had reached out only to have his hand slapped away and the tip of one shoved against his cheek.
“You can’t be serious?” Jon eyed the leather, yes they were clean, chosen specifically for this, but still.
“Dead serious,” Jon couldn’t help making a face which had Gerry breaking character for a second, before schooling his expression again. “Come on sweetheart the faster you clean them the faster you can get what you actually want in your greedy mouth.”
Jon but his lip, as though considering giving a put upon sigh. Gerry flicked the remote he held in his hand and Jon gasped clenching down against the plug inside him as it sped up slightly.
“Don’t be a brat,” Gerry said as though he didn’t love Jon giving him a chance to punish him. Jon growled but leaned his head down sliding his tongue across his boot, letting out a small moan. Jon wondered if this actually looked hot, or just ridiculous, glancing up through his eyelashes as he essentially fellated a boot.
If Jon had worried that it would kill the mood, Gerry’s intense expression showed him otherwise. His pupils were blown wide, and if his constant shifting was anything to go by he was clearly having trouble resisting stopping the whole thing to get Jon’s mouth on him instead.
Jon kept up his ministrations, winding Gerry up, knowing he’d pay for it later.
I think jonathan sims has deeply complicated feelings on love and what counts as love. Hit post
I think Jon doesn’t know what people really mean by it. If there’s some specific Thing he’s not feeling. If there’s supposed to be a thing where he just magically knows ah yes. I love this person. Be it platonic or romantic. I think he has trouble truly connecting with someone enough to form any sort of friendship. I think he doesn’t know how he’d tell if he loved someone. If he has a lot of positive feelings about them and feels safe around them, does that means he loves them? He calls it that for simplicity. Do other people just Know? Ah yes, I love them. Is there something missing? If he actually gets closer to people, will he magically Know, yes. I love them. Or will he always just be putting words where they don’t quite fit?
He cares so much it hurts. That’s love, right? It still doesn’t feel like it fits. Not properly.
I don’t know if I’d call him a loveless aro. But I also don’t know if I Wouldn’t. I think he has some feelings. And I think he needs to talk to an aromantic person Stat. I think it would fix him.
have we considered vampires feeding and then kissing their prey sloppy style so their little human can taste their own blood on their tongue while all woozy and weak from bloodloss
I think one of Jon’s most common fantasies in S4 is “what if someone raped me while I was in the coma.”
Mostly it’s Elias, but sometimes he’ll imagine a random doctor or nurse. Sometimes they use his face but often it’s his cunt or ass.
Most often he imagines Elias, though. Elias rucking of the hospital gown, touching him in all the right places until he’s nice and wet and Elias can just slide right in (and he doesn’t even need to care about stretching Jon out, he’s not aware enough to care about the pain of the stretch. And then he uses Jon, fucking his unconscious body as rough or as sweet as he pleases, chasing his pleasure as Jon helplessly cums on his cock. Finally he thrusts deep inside and breeds Jon while he’s utterly helpless to stop it, ensuring he wakes up pregnant, forced to carry a remnant of Elias.
And he feels stupid guilty for it but it’s such a tantalizing fantasy and he cums so hard, imagining Elias raping him while he’s not even aware of it.
Jon so so desperate to be a good boy scrambling to follow any instructions looking up at jonah with big eyes silently asking “am I doing good? Please say I’m doing good. Please make me be good for you.” Jon collared and on his knees trembling with desperation to please him to make him proud :((( Jon.
Jon who just wants jonahs approval sooo bad. Jon as a fresh researcher or maybe on that intern au who just wants Jonah to see how badly he wants to please him. Jon who crumbles the second he gets any praise or affection. Jon who looks up at him with big wet eyes hoping for approval, for acknowledgement, for a pat on the head, anything at all. Jon who just wants Jonah to be proud!!!!
traumatized fictional characters recieving the bare minimum of decent treatment be like “i hope these people don’t realize that actually i haven’t earned human rights”
