Woooo!! I finished a fic! I wrote down words again!! And I can share them even!!!!
Okay, I’ll admit, the latter half Needs some editing But! I don’t care because I am Very Excited to be posting again <3
It’s. Um. It’s mostly very Soft and Fluffy? Despite being about Jonah fucking his dad? Idk how that happened, but it did. So. Anyway, this has been sitting half-finished for aaaaages, but today I finally felt up to writing and I decided I wanted to finish it <3 it may or may not be posted to ao3, depending on how confident I’m feeling.
So. Quick warnings:
Incest. It’s full on parent/child incest.
Omegaverse also. Just Because.
Jonah’s age is never explicitly stated and is up to audience interpretation.
Jon mentions being pregnant previously and having difficulties.
We as a society need to talk more about the incestuous potential of Jongertrude.
Raising a boy who could end up being her successor or a sacrifice. Unsure of Jon’s usefulness and potential. Jon soso eager to please this woman who’s taken an interest in him and who knows so much but is also cagey and cold and distant. Feeling more like her student than her child (her ward. He can’t think of her as family. Knows that isn’t how he thinks of him). Yearning for her love and affection and attention and it starts manifesting in strange ways. Dreams that leave him warm and sick and restless. Guilty fantasies in the dark, a hand down his pants as he imagines what it would be like if she showed him what to do, how to touch himself. Or if she just pushed him down and took what she wanted. Just. It’s be terrible for Jon and sooooo much fun.
IDGAF if the women in my fiction are empowering or aspirational, I’m an adult, I don’t need role models, I want the women in my fiction to be interesting, and if that involves being pathetic, hypocritical, amoral, or trapped in a delightfully dysfunctional relationship so be it
hey guys have you ever heard of THE CHARACTER. i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. honestly can’t even get shit done because i’m thinking about THE CHARACTER. i’m listening to a song and imagining THE CHARACTER. all i know and love is THE CHARACTER
“enthusiastic consent” “dubcon” “noncon” ???con where we’re both so neurotic and strange about vulnerability and emotional and physical expression that it’d take a crack team of philosophers to figure out whether anything about what we did together was consensual or even semiotically definable as sex
“I am looking respectfully” “im so normal about this” can you bark actually? Can you hit yourself over the head w a frying pan like a cartoon wolf? Can you look at it derangedly please?
Head in my hands this cant be the thing that blows up
How can you bark when you’re afraid of the reblog button ?
“Would you live for me? No, I mean would you live for me? Would you change yourself in every conceivable way to better fit my desires? Would you abandon any principle you ever had and pervert yourself until you’ve forgotten what you once were, all for my love?”
Thinking about. JonElias precanon. Jon being Elias’ little pet project. Jon and his lack of a father figure immediately latching on to the slightest amount of special attention from an older man who he admires.
Thinks abt Elias making Jon wear a skirt with no underwear so he can easily just grab him, push up the skirt, and fuck him at his leisure, and then Jon has to be extra careful cuz if someone catches the right angle, not only will they see he’s bare under the skirt, but also that he’s dripping with cum
Still thinking abt this so
(and I have an nsfw twitter now @ redsapples_art, explicit versions of these are up there 👀)
I think we have to accept that there is such a thing, especially in horror media, as a load bearing problematic ship. Yes, it’s incest/age gap/abusive/manipulative , and its so important to the plot that trying to remove it destroys the whole thing.
Ugh. I need to work on Assignments but consider: Jon wetting himself while Elias is spanking him.
Jon being called up to Elias’ office for a quick check-in about the state of the Archives. And he knows he needs the bathroom but he’s already running late and surely their meeting won’t be that long. Elias unhappy about being kept waiting, decides that maybe Jon needs to be disciplined. Ordering his son to remove his trousers and bend over his desk for a spanking. Jon tries to protest, but Elias just ups the punishment. Asks if he can at least use the bathroom first but Elias refuses. Surely he has enough self control to hold it in. Surely he can be a good boy for his father.
Jon presenting his ass to Elias, shouting with the first strike. Soon he’s moaning and crying out, shamefully wet as his father punishes him. Squirming with discomfort as his bladder gets mire and more insistent.
And the Elias shifts him. Pushes down on him so that the surface of the desk is pressing on his bladder. Jon tries to tell him to wait, stop, he can’t- but then Elias is telling him that if he can’t sit there and take it like a good boy he’d only be punished more, so Jon just tries so, so hard to hold it in.
Elias continues to hit him, Jon’s hips twitching in search of friction at every strike, gasping and sobbing and moaning. Elias praises him for how well he’s taking his punishment, how good he’s being, and Jon really is trying but then Elias strikes him especially hard and he just can’t help himself, urinating all over his father’s desk with a desperate moan.
And of course Elias is soooo disappointed in his son. Can he really not hold it in like a big boy? How could he be so irresponsible? Why didn’t he say anything? Jon’s face hot with humiliation as he stammers out apologies, pleas that he’ll do better.
And now I am. Torn.
On the one hand: Elias stepping back. Jon maybe a little hazy from the pleasure-pain of the spanking, so desperate to earn his father’s forgiveness, saying he’ll do anything…
Elias nodding. Telling Jon to get on his knees and clean it. Jon confused and unsure, saying he doesn’t have anything to clean it with, but Elias is unrelenting. Tells him that he does. Licks his lips. And Jon gets it, finally. Kneels and begins to lap up his pee, painstakingly cleaning the side of Elias’ desk while his father watches…
If he’s done a good enough job, then perhaps his dad will see fit to reward him. Will let Jon crawl under his desk, place his head on his father’s knee and slip his cock into Jon’s mouth. Jon drifting pleasantly, safe and secure under his dad’s watchful gaze.
But on the other hand: Elias forcing Jon to lay in a puddle of his own piss, skin glistening with urine as Elias continues to spank him. When he’s done he keeps Jon there, in the puddle, while he pulls out his own cock. Perhaps first he pisses all over Jon, but then he thrusts in without preparation and begins to ruthlessly fuck his son’s cunt. Every brutal thrust reigniting the sting from the spanking and pushing Jon’s body against the surface of the pee-soaked desk, Jon moaning and drooling as he’s pounded into. Moaning as he cums, slick and a little more pee gushing out of him to further make a mess of Elias’ desk as he swears and hilts himself in Jon, filling him with his seed.
Elias angry and disappointed in Jon for cumming without permission like that, when he’s supposed to be receiving punishment. Forcing Jon to lick the desk clean for him, but this time he won’t be rewarded with Elias’ cock in his mouth afterwards <3
I think it would be fun and enjoyable if Jon got a hysterectomy at some point before he became Archivist and then he got his healing factor and it just. Gave him a new one.
me, hands shaking, eyes haunted, mouth dry, motionless on the side of a road somewhere: but jon and elias should have kissed though; they should have hungered for each other as much as they hungered for the Horrors and Beholding should have burnt brighter just by having them in the same room fighting and hugging and kissing and stabbing one another,,,
attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear ‘attaboy’ and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair
Jon getting absolutely railed over his desk in the evening. Stumbling to his feet after and limping a little, fucked out and smarting a lil from the pain, staggering over to the cot in doc storage because he knows he’s not making it home tonight. Maybe if they’re feeling nice his partner tucks him in after <3 or maybe they just leave him there, naked and sprawled on his desk.
I had been hoping to get in 200 words a day, but until my workload goes down I gotta put it on the backburner for a few days… but I do have a snippet for you all!
I just think Elias should get a chance to get dommed by his son for a bit, okay?
Warnings: incest, compulsion. Set in S3, possibly the night before the Unknowing?
i am a Sucker for scenarios where someone encounters their younger/other self and has the opportunity to give them the compassion and understanding they haven’t received.
but I am also, and possibly even more, a Sucker for scenarios where someone encounters their younger/other self and uses it as an opportunity to externalize absolutely horrifying levels of self-loathing
Horrifically agonizing transformations my beloved <3<3<3<3<3
A shapeshifter’s first experience shapeshifting should always be painful, terrifying, and potentially fatal <3 it’s vital for their development. Bones twisting and cracking apart. Flesh turning in on itself. A new body ripping through the seams of the old one. When it’s done they should collapse, glassy eyed and panting, laying in a pool of their own blood (and maybe vomit also) before pulling themselves to their feet on week, trembling legs. That’s just how it works <3
And when it goes wrong they should shudder and convulse and helplessly hack up blood and plead for someone to help them but there’s nothing anyone can do and they’re twitching and writhing in pain as their body tries over and over to force them into one transformation or the other, until at last they go utterly still, broken, twisted body lying limp, caked in blood, caught somewhere between what they were and what they were trying to become, but unrecognizable as either form.
I mean regardless of whether or not they survive the pleading is Important. Breaking down from the pain and begging to helpless onlookers who can’t even get close, because their body is so out of control that they’re at risk of hurting the shapeshifter or being hurt themselves and all they can do is sit and watch as bones creak and reshape and flesh shifts and protrudes and the shapeshifter screams and begs and bleeds from all the places their body is tearing itself open in.
The most painful thing anout Jon is how un-werewolfable he is. He should have agonizing, hellish transformations every month. He should have strange new instincts he struggles to reign in (bite Elias bite Elias bite Elias good mate yes bite Elias claim Elias make him yours-) and he should have this huge horrible secret he’s struggling to understand and also just when he thinks he finally has a handle on things he should go into heat.
Just. Just imagine it. Jon who has no frame of reference for any of this. Feeling an unexpected surge of not just arousal but sexual desire, for maybe the first time in his life. Confused and horrified and humiliated. Needing to call out of work because he’s so confused and distracted, helpless to do anything but touch himself all day. Maybe Elias swings by that evening, just to check on him, of course. Jon opening the door flushed and barely clothed and wide-eyed and Elias is right there and he smells so good and Jon just isn’t thinking anymore. Is dragging him in and tearing off his clothes and kissing him because his hormones are going wild and everything is new and strange and exciting and he just needs to be bred, to be filled with Elias’ litter, and-
Look I think we can just mix the whole stuck in a dream coma for six months hovering between two states of being and add a horribly painful transformation into it, for enrichment.
Or maybe after the Statement, or during, reading it and feeling his body twisting, fighting to keep the words in as bones snap and reform, mouth suddenly too small for the teeth inside, slicing into his own skin but still unable to stop reading, even as his tongue no longer feels like one that should be able to make the sounds necessary for speech. Each second that he fights feels like a lifetime, until those final words and everything slides into place.
It’s euphoria, suddenly his body is exactly how it’s supposed to be, and for once it doesn’t hurt. Everything always hurts, every step down this road, but here at the end the pain is just gone.
I hate when vampires only drink from animals. Like if I wanted to read a book about killing woodland life, then I’d read about fucking hunters, y'know??
I want vampire mates to kill humans for food and then fuck on top of their meals’ rapidly cooling bodies, smeared in blood and so filled with the thrill of the hunt that they can’t wait to satisfy their other needs.
Elias’ greed sickens me, in jonelias but also in general.
He’s like a cat that needs to eat all the fish in the world instead of being content with his natural prey. He not only takes every bit of fear in every human being, but he creates a conduit for it and contains the holiness of that conduit. In the jonelias dynamic, he is not content to consume, but must also be consumed by the fear that fills him.
I love the trope of someone leading another person to evil in ships, their hands on the wrist-vein, their breath on the neck- that trope-y flashing red eyed pose you always see. I love waltzing jonelias imagery- seeing Jon led in the steps of selfish and biblical greed. So all encompassing that it requires an entire planet to sate.
TLDR: I want art of Jon at a plate holding utensils with Elias behind him guiding his hands. I love corruption and utter debauchery (as expected of a jonelias shipper lol).
Thinking about fledgling Jon again because it’s vampire hour thoughts.
Just Jon trying so hard not to feed, starving himself, until he’s just a animalistic little thing. Elias orchestrating a victim, by sending someone with a statement after the assistants have gone home, for his silly little fledgeling that refuses to eat normally. ‘No it’s fine we aren’t closed our Archivist often stays late it’s perfectly alright.’
Jon can’t stop himself, doesn’t even know what he’s done till all that’s left is meat that might once have been a body, blood dripping off every surface, he’s such a messy eater. Once he’s back to coherence frozen with guilt and horror, Elias goes to him. Jon curled up in his office as far from the mess he has made that he can get without leaving the room. Covered in blood, sobbing bloody tears because he tried so hard not to be a monster but he’s was so hungry.
Elias sighing and pulling his little fledgling close, the blood stains will be a pain to clean but not unexpected. Jon struggling at first, but Elias just holds him tighter until he goes limp. He’s so sleepy, after such a big meal, and now that the adrenaline is gone he’s starting to drift.
Jon unable to do anything more than whine as Elias strips him, squeezing his stomach, distended from overeating. Teasing him for his overindulgence, for how messy he is, but sounding delighted the entire time. Licking the blood off his skin, it’s not as good as fresh but it does make Jon moan so he supposes that’s good enough.
Elias fucking Jon over his desk, teasing that’s he’ll probably have to get a new one now, shame with how many good memories this one has.
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
Elias should get his son a nice little dog bed. It should be at the foot of his own bed so whenever Jon has a nightmare and needs to go to his father’s room for comfort he can just curl up in his little dog bed and be near his father <3
Jon who’s had a phalloplasty but not the hysterectomy to go with it, so Elias just slices him open and then cuts a slit in Jon’s womb, fucking him through the new hole to make sure his sperm gets where it needs to <3
Jon who’s had a phalloplasty but not the hysterectomy to go with it, so Elias just slices him open and then cuts a slit in Jon’s womb, fucking him through the new hole to make sure his sperm gets where it needs to <3
Jon should be rock-hard the whole time btw. Cock hard and dripping precum as Elias breeds his womb, Jon Knowing the whole time that he’s ovulating, that with Elias cumming directly into his womb like this it’s almost certain to take, and it hurts so so much but the sensation of Elias’ cock sliding through his guts, his wound, the certainty that Elias is going to fuck a baby into him has Jon so desperately hard he can’t even think.
When he’s done Elias should hold Jon’s wound open with his fingers even as it’s desperately trying to close and heal and he should take some lovely pictures of Jon’s open, exposed, fertile womb, walls splattered with cum. Just so Jon can see how well he was bred later <3
When Jon starts to grow full and round with Elias’ baby he should cut him open again. Careful not to damage his womb, of course. But just enough that he can touch it. Run his fingers over the firmness of it, the place where Jon is growing their baby. Sliding his cock into athe wound, rutting against Jon’s pregnant womb, painting his insides with cum as Jon wails in pain, terrified and aroused in equal measure <3
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