hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’
so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.
Where’s that post about how if Jon’s a trans man Jonah should forcemasc him and if she’s a trans woman Jonah should forcefem her because they were so right. Jonah should crack their egg with a sledgehammer and it should be an extremely painful and wonderful process. Okay. This has nothing to do with my own relationship with my gender. What are you talking about
A stupid thought really now that he considered it. Just because he had managed to grasp a bit of power in his hands didn’t mean there wasn’t a bigger monster waiting to pounce. Jon cowered beneath the old cot, hoping the monster would overlook him this once.
As the footsteps sounded through the Archive Jon couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper, trying to make himself small, to be unnoticed. He couldn’t get quite as small as he used to, not with his stomach the size it was, but he tried to curl up, to protect both of them. If he could just hide long enough surely Elias would come, if not for Jon, than for the baby, right?
In his bid to make himself small he had lost track of the footsteps, a stupid thing to do really. He was of the Eye he should be able to know anything in his domain. Should meant very little when the only thing he could focus on was terror.
“Hello little rabbit,” Jon couldn’t hold back a scream as his ankle was grabbed and pulled backward. He tried to grab onto anything, but Jon was weak, and underfed, so he was easily pulled out and half-thrown against the wall.
Jon did his best to curve himself around his stomach, shielding it as he hit the wall. He felt something crack and he screamed again, though he could almost feel the break healing, a few moments later. He pushed himself up as best he could, blood from whatever hand broken dripping down his leg.
“Knew I smelled a monster down here,” The hunter looked quite the monster himself. The part of Jon that was the Eye, found it comparable to the description of the wolf creature from Virginia. The rest of him could only whimper, trying to make himself small.
“Please, please don’t hurt us please,” Jon’s arms were wrapped tight around his belly shielding his baby as best he could, in case the Hunter attacked. Jon could see the monster’s grin widen as he took in Jon’s condition. Jons pleas became frightened whimpers, his whole body trembling, he could feel terror starting to paralyze him.
“Well looks like I’ve bagged two monsters this hunt.” The Hunter reached toward Jon’s stomach, claws stretched out. Knowing he couldn’t let the man hurt his baby, Jon threw himself to the side the claws narrowly missing his belly instead digging into his side. Jon screamed again, blood was now pooling beneath him, the wounds healing sluggishly. He had to move, he had to, he had to protect his baby.
“Now now, you’ve been caught little rabbit, no trying to run away now.” Jon ignored him scrabbling to his feet, he just needed to get to Elias, Elias would the baby. The hunter grabbed for him, and though he didn’t get a good grip he managed to dig his claws into Jon’s shoulder. Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp of pain as he tore free, blood now dripping down his arm, as he sprinted for the door hearing laughter behind him.
It was fine he could see the door, it was just a bit farther. Once he got there he’d be safe, they both would be. He made it halfway there before the monster was on him, his arms wrapping around his waist just above his stomach. Jon tried to kick free, thrashing, cornered prey knowing that if they stopped fighting they’d be eaten. The Hunter barely seemed to notice other than tightening his grip as he laughed in his ear.
“I win” Jon could feel the Hunter’s hot against his skin. Could feel the terror, the hopelessness pooling in his chest. He was going to die, the monster was going to kill him, and his baby, because he was too weak, too scared. Jon started to cry, heaving sobs, as his struggles started weaken, blood loss robbing him of the little fight he had left.
“I’m disappointed,” Jon froze as he felt a spray of warm blood across his face, as a bullet slammed into the Hunter’s skull. Jon fell to the ground, as the monster collapsed seemingly not as hardy as the creature it resembled, or weak in a place of power not its own.
“Such a pathetic little thing aren’t you?” Jon couldn’t refute the statement as he half crawled toward Elias. Elias’s expression as always was impossible to read as he looked down at him. He hesitated, Elias was as usual pristine, while Jon looked like he had, well like he had just almost been mauled to death by a predator and not gotten off unscathed. Elias closed the distance pulling him close, examining Jon with an expression that Jon if he was better at reading others, would call hungry.
“Didn’t even try to fight did you? Just ran and hid like just like a little rabbit,” Elias smirked as he pressed his lips to Jon’s bloody ones. Some part of Jon, a very tiny part wondered at the fact that Elias called him what the hunter had, surely a coincidence. The rest of him was busy kissing Elias back, Jon noticed Elias was hard against him, and Jon couldn’t help but moan. That small part of him also objected to this, Jon had almost just died, this shouldn’t be a turn on, Jon told that part to shut up.
“So terrified, what if I hadn’t come Jon, were you going to just roll over for this monster too?” Jon was starting to feel a bit floaty, probably due to his adrenaline draining, and the blood loss. Without much of his own input found himself undressed, bloody clothes already half shredded anyway.
“Of course I had to come save you,” Elias laid Jon gently on the least occupied desk, caressing his swollen stomach. Jon wondered briefly if Elias would have let him get eaten if the baby wasn’t his. His brain went blank again as Elias thrust into him, Jon gasping, not quite ready, but he wasn’t really able to think.
“Such a pretty little thing,” The hungry look was back, he kept one hand on Jon’s stomach the other tracing one of Jon’s new scars as some of the shallower scratches had finished healing. Blood painted his fingers leaving streaks of red on Jon’s breast as he teased his nipples. Jon came like a thunderclap, his continued use quickly becoming overwhelming, but Elias didn’t stop. Jon couldn’t do much more than lay there and take it, mewling as he was used.
“You’ll have to eat better you know? I’ve let this go on too long, you need to be stronger for the baby,” Jon opened his mouth to argue, there was a reason he couldn’t, but the reason fled his brain as Elias thrust harder. Jon keened as he came again, blood loss and adrenaline drain finally catching up as he could feel himself start to pass out.
“You looked so lovely terrified out of your pretty mind.” Jon wasn’t sure if he imagined those words as darkness settled over him, and he knew no more.
I am once again thinking about breeding kink with egg Jon. I am once again thinking about Jon having Feelings about jonahs descriptions of what she’ll look like round with his child. I think she should think about it for weeks both in a horny way and in a gender way. I think she should be like. Trying So hard to pretend it doesn’t mean anything obviously. I think she should think about it so hard unable to explain why the concept sticks with her so much. Do you get it yet.
I don’t crush on fictional characters I crush on the characters together. Dating that one character myself? Ew no. Putting those two characters together like barbie dolls and making them kiss? Yes please
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second batch of character portraits for the fic This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me by @late-to-the-magnus-archives! wonderful, wonderful fic. i am cradling it in my hands.
I think it’s a Crime that Elias never got to use his braintorture powers on Jon. Yes him being Horny about compulsion IS fun and good. And I enjoy it! But imagine:
Jon whimpering in distress. Shaking and staring up at Elias with his big frightened eyes that are full of tears while his mind is invaded and filled with images that terrify and distress him and also turn him on maybe. Jon reaching for Elias anyway because it hurts it hurts it hurts and he’s never learned to stop seeking comfort in Elias no matter how much pain he’s caused. Elias holding him while he sobs. Imagine what would MOST upset Jon. Would leave him a sobbing wreck. How Elias would weaponize that.
Thinking about Elias force-feeding pregnant Jon live statements. Jon trying to get by with stale paper statements and normal food, but noticeable deteriorating. Elias stepping in when Jon is in real danger of doing permanent damage to both himself and the baby.
Elias dragging Jon up to his office where some terrified statement giver is waiting. Jon unable to stop himself, he’s so hungry, they both are. Jon crying the whole time, because he’s a monster, but feeling so much better than he had in months.
Jonah needs to degrade Jon in the most loving way possible. God I love Jonah calling him pathetic and weak, while holding him close and petting his hair. Just needling all those little insecurities, of course Jon can’t take care of this himself, of course he needs Jonah. Jon trying to refute it but Jonah just tramples over his words and undermines any budding self confidence. Jonah making Jon reliant on him, because ‘really Jon only I could ever love such a pathetic little monster.’
I love Jonah calling Jon my _, he should do it with more degrading things too. “My poor baby”, to start with. Call him pathetic. In the vampire au my insatiable fledgling, him mocking how needy he is in generalllll. I need him to be so possessive and so mean to him. So loving while he tears him up a little. OK. My poor archivist would go hard actually. Especially when he’s injured and soaking wet.
“My poor archivist” he calls him when he’s covered in blood, fangs still sticking out, still *so* hungry. Barely even coherent he just needs his dad to make him feel better he needs to feed NOW he’s burning up he just wants his dad to make him feel good and instead he’s being so mean to him!!!
I need Jon to get so whiny and petulant when he’s being degraded. Squirming and pouting at him. Do you see it. He’s TRYING and he’s wet and he could be touching him and then maybe he wouldn’t have to be a brat. Did you ever consider that. I’m really normal BTW.
Jonah needs to degrade Jon in the most loving way possible. God I love Jonah calling him pathetic and weak, while holding him close and letting his hair. Just needling all those little insecurities, of course Jon can’t take care of this himself, of course he needs Jonah. Jon trying to refute it but Jonah just tramples over his words and undermines any budding self confidence. Jonah making Jon reliant on him, because ‘really Jon only I could ever love such a pathetic little monster.’
That fic where Jonah thinks of Jon as his poor baby monster is killing me rn. The IMPLICATIONS. I am actually losing it. I need to reread that fic. Just. The insane amount of implications of calling someone a baby monster. Terrifying and dangerous but so small and helpless at the same time, not sure how to wield all the violence they’re made for. As being so endearing with how dangerous they are. Do you get it. Poor baby monster…hgnghfjfjhfn. I’m going to eat my phone
Sometimes I’m like hey I could post some of my longer drabbles/mini fics to AO3, but I have no idea how I’d organize it. Each au is a collection or whatever it’s called maybe, but like I don’t know if anyone outside of my little tumblr circle would want to read.
Jon asexuality thoughts…Jon sometimes will get turned on and not realize it until he gets back to his room and realize he’s soaking wet. Not realizing that he’s turned on or that he feels good as in Sexually until the moments already over and he’s just sitting there like. Ah. I see.
If it was my ask okay let’s see if I remember it all, I have the basics I think if I forgot any sorry.
Like I said Jon selfcest got me being unwell.(Like holy hell is it hot I am hooked.)
So who do we think folded first. Was it just one day the mutual sexual tension grew to be too much and they just broke. The tension between them sparking into anger to something more as it then advances into, seriously under negotiated, but seriously hot sex. Or did Jonv1 it’s really want to shut Jonv2 up one day and well, the options were there and we know which one he took.
Or was it Elias, seeing the thoughts the two had and thinking he wanted to see where this went. Slipping thoughts into their heads when they weee alone. Just wanting to see, to watch.
Also I don’t know if you remember the ‘Would you fuck your clone,’ buzzfeed quiz but please think of one of the assistants bringing it in as a joke. But when it’s brought up both Jon’s are just absolutely silent, unable to look at anyone.
Thank you so much anon yes this is how I remember it!!
Okay so personally I like the idea of the Joncest happening as a sudden release of tension. Much as I like Elias slipping little suggestions into the heads of both Jons I honestly prefer that it be not just organic but surprising for both Jons AND Elias. I’m thinking maybe after some instance where future!Jon puts himself in danger and past!Jon starts an Arguement (mad that they took a risk like that when they need them. hates them. feels like he’s being deliberately kept out of the loop and pushed aside (he is) (angry that a source of Knowledge might have been taken from him before he had a chance to devour it)). It’s the classic passionate fight -> passionate kiss. Initiated by future Jon I think. Because for a moment it almost feels like maybe someone cares if they live or die. Like this is really the only person they have left (oh how thoroughly they’ve been abandoned). They just want to be touched. To stop thinking. To get their past self to fucking shut up for ONCE. To release the tension and energy and adrenaline that’s built up from whatever danger they were facing. I don’t know if they’d really be able to explain it (maybe I’m just too tired irl).
It’s not really. Tender. Or even pleasant. Oh it feels good. I think it would be rough, teetering just a little too close to violent before backing away. There’d be very little kissing, perhaps none at all after the first snog. Past!Jon grappled and pinned to the nearest surface. The tearing of clothes to get at the skin. Nails scratching down future!Jon’s back. Panting, shoving, biting. Future Jon pushing fingers into past Jon’s cunt too fast, too soon. Past Jon rubbing at their clit the way he knows he likes it even as future!Jon fucks their fingers in and out of him mercilessly…
I think when it’s over both Jons feel a little like they’ve seen far too much of each other (and of themselves, by extension). Neither of them can really take comfort in it. They’d agree that this was a one-time thing, to never speak of it again… until the next argument, or lonely night in document storage. Until past!Jon is desperate enough to seek his future self’s approval on his knees (and there’s something in his eyes. Something pitiable. And future!Jon grabs his hair and grinds their cunt against his face and says something biting and cruel about how needy he is. And very resolutely doesn’t think about it further.)
It IS very funny to imagine someone (maybe Tim, trying to lighten the mood, the goofy persona fraying at the edges but he’s trying to hold it together because past!Jon is still something like a friend, even if there’s a monstrous copy wandering around the office, looking just like him, wearing his skin-) making a little joke to Jon and the others, “would you fuck your clone?” And Jon jumps, takes a beat too long, furiously denies it. Tim and Sasha try to dig deeper but past!Jon will not budge. Throws up all his walls to protect himself from having to admit the truth. And at the end he feels the distance between him and the others grow just a little longer…
(And maybe past!Jon will seek comfort in the only place he can find anything like it)
More likely I think it becomes yet another unspoken point of tension. Nobody really trusts future!Jon and past!Jon spending so much time with them (even for very legitimate purposes) means they trust him less too, and that’s on top of all the monster shit. Maybe Martin cottons on that they both stay overnight sometimes, wondered if they share the cot (not usually, it’s much too small, but sometimes if they’re both very tired and some maudlin shade of sentimental, future!Jon will hold their past self in their arms, and they’ll fall asleep together just like that…). And maybe Tim notices a hickey that he just doesn’t have the energy to tease past!Jon for, and Sasha floats the theory as a joke that starts to make a little too much sense when the two Jon’s start having arguments that reek of sexual tension. (Not that either of them are attracted to the other, of course (neither of them has ever been attracted like that to anyone), but they know how their arguments tend to go, now. What to anticipate later. There’s an expectation, an anticipation. You know.)
Pretty tired (woke up like an hour and a half ago lol) so I think I’ll end it there for now lol, but seriously thank you 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)
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:
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?
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
Once again thinking about time travel au where past Jon gets insane amounts of gender envy from future Jon, as specifically their more monstrous traits. How nobody can gender them. How they can have a dick and a cunt, how they can choose if they want their tits showing…he’s so envious. They look exactly how he feels, yk ? I think Elias should stroak his hair and say “if it pains you to look at yourself, you can always change it.” And it should terrify him and it should also stick with him. Compell him in a way he can’t describe. He should think about it when he’s alone at night, staring at the ceiling. Imagining what it’d feel like.
He runs his hand along the outside of the first eye that shows up on his skin. Elias is the first one he shows.
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
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.”
Enemies-to-lovers situationship where both parties are genuinely unclear on whether they’re actually trying to kill each other or whether it’s just a mutual bit they’re doing and at this point they’re afraid to ask.
Bad: fear of clarity because you’re a coward.
Good: fear of clarity because if you guess wrong, the other party might falsely claim it’s just a bit in order to get you to let your guard down, then kill you.
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
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
Jon: Elias knows more about the supernatural than any man I’ve met. He’ll know something about this.
Future Jon, who’s still grieving his relationship with Jonah, who never got to properly process the fact the man he looked up to and respected turned him into a monster, who still sees his corpse when he closes his eyes, who had to kill the only man left who ever truly understood him: ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID
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.
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.
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.
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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