I think Jonah should call Jon *his* good boy and see how long it takes for him to combust with want over it. For science.
“There’s my good boy.” After Jons finally listening after misbehaving the whole session. Jon visibly shivering and leaning into his hand, soaking up all the praise and comfort now that he’s gotten everything out of his system…I’m normal guys
My hot take is I think je are both extremely autistic about sex. I think Jon hyperfixtated on specific kinks before. I think they’re so weird about it. I think they have a system that makes perfect sense to them albeit not very healthy and would look like actual psychological torture to anyone else. I think they are very clearly also Boss and Employee in any scene unless they’re both losing it a little. I think they’re just like that. All the time.
Its also kinda like. Sometimes Jon wants to go through actual psychological hell because he thinks he deserves it and Elias does not have moral qualms against this if he thinks it’ll make him grow or feed their god in a good way. I mean. It’s elias. He finds his pain beautiful. This works for what Jon wants. This is also actually batshit insane. Do you get what I mean.
Corruption!Jon but with bees, so parts of his skin resemble honeycomb. Elias pressing his fingers into the delicate hollowed out tissue honey dripping down his wrist. Places which are not meant for fingers, but which feel so good. The bees buzzing around harmlessly because they know their vessel is safe. Elias licking honey out of each of the tiny chambers, starting with the hollowed out space near his collarbone, ending at the one located on his upper thigh a few inches from his next target. The tiny membranes that connect the little chambers of honey tearing in places as they they are invaded. Jon going completely limp letting Elias do whatever he wants.
Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.
Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3
Corruption!Jon but with bees, so parts of his skin resemble honeycomb. Elias pressing his fingers into the delicate hollowed out tissue honey dripping down his wrist. Places which are not meant for fingers, but which feel so good. The bees buzzing around harmlessly because they know their vessel is safe. Elias licking honey out of each of the tiny chambers, starting with the hollowed out space near his collarbone, ending at the one located on his upper thigh a few inches from his next target. The tiny membranes that connect the little chambers of honey tearing in places as they they are invaded. Jon going completely limp letting Elias do whatever he wants.
Torn between enjoying joncon and liking when Jon begs to be bred and claimed and changed irrevocably. This is maybe the most first world problem to ever exist.
“Now, now, Jonathan, I’m afraid we’ve been over this. You need to stay where you are. Surely you can hold off a little longer?” They really couldn’t. Elias could feel Jon’s desperation, their engorged bladder, in the space where their minds bled together. The pressure had long slipped over into pain, and their rising irritation nipped at the edges of his mind. He sighed. Tried not to smirk. “You are, of course, free to leave at any time. But…” Elias sank down between Jon’s legs, “there is an alternative.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly serious.” Elias’ voice was warm, husky, anticipatory. He licked his lips. Savored the way Jon’s eyes tracked his tongue. “Would you rather give up now? Or soak in your own urine?” He wouldn’t mind that, watching as Jon flooded their trousers, slumped back in pleasure, relief, and shame.
“Fuck you.” Jon spat. Still, they hitched their hips up for him. Allowed Elias to slide down their trousers, their boxers. Spread their legs.
Elias leaned forward and mouthed over Jon’s cock (already hard, aching for it). Jon shivered beneath his hands, and he slipped lower, lower. Traced his tongue around their urethral opening, pressed his lips against it. Piss flowed into Elias’ mouth and over his lips, warm and acrid. He swallowed it greedily. Jon’s hands had fisted his hair, pressing him forward into their cunt as they ground their hips against his face. The shame of how much pleasure this was bringing them tasted almost as good.
The stream slowed, then stopped. Elias reluctantly pulled away.
“That was vile.” Jon looked utterly disgusted, but their mouth opened easy as anything when Elias pulled them in for a deep, thorough kiss.
So Jon with accelerated healing abilities, Jon who can’t die unless his eyes are destroyed. The rest of his body, unimportant, his heart doesn’t even beat. Anything done to it just heals, after all the Archivist can’t Archive if it’s too injured.
Give me Jon realizing this, trying to die, not knowing it’s his eyes. Throwing himself at anything that will hurt him, the pain always there but the marks fade. Give me Jon getting addicted to that feeling.
Give me Elias unable to resist returning to his Archivist. Jon begging to be hurt, Elias obliges of course, conditioning Jon to mix pain and sex. Anything Elias does, as long as Jon’s eyes are fine healing. Elias fucking him while his stomach is carved open, putting out cigarettes on his chest, the little burns healing in a matter of minutes, but Jon feeling every second. Pushing further and further as the pain mounts until Jon passes out coming on Elias’s dick as he feels the knife pressing into his chest until Elias can grip his unbeating heart in his hand.
Jon coming to covered in blood and cum, both leaking out of him as his body heals enough for semi-coherent thought. Elias deciding that he can postpone his apocalypse a bit while he tries out the limits of his new toy.
Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.
Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3
Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??
The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!
Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.
Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.
Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.
(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.
I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.
I am once again being normal about Jon accidentally calling Jonah dad. I am once again thinking about Jon panicking and Jonah sensing blood and the water and immediately going “oh I can exploit the hell out of this.” I am once again being SO Normal about whatever the hell these two have going
vampires jonelias… fledgling Jon being a messy eater. he is so hungry and he feels so guilty about it. and his sire Elias sighs with exasperation and pulls Jon into his lap, guiding Jon to his neck so he would eat finally. and then he takes Jon’s wrists and feeds from while keeping eye contact. he isn’t a messy eater but he lets Jon see how much he enjoys feeding from him
Hear me out, Jon gorging on statements, going into the trauma equivalent of a food coma. Being stuffed full and just passing out in the archives, because he feels too heavy with secondhand trauma to even walk. This being a regular occurrence and Jon being taken advantage of in that state.
Elias gently waking him just enough to lead him up to his office where he leaves Jon under his desk. Jon barely conscious on a pillow specifically for him, leaning into Elias’s leg as Elias settles his collar around his neck. Elias stroking Jon’s hair before carefully feeding him his cock, Jon just holding it in his mouth half-asleep but so comfortable. Of course after Elias finishes his paperwork for the day he fucks Jon on his desk, Jon blissed out of his mind. Elias feeds him another statement as he does so, and Jon whimpers at how full he is.
Season four, Peter coming down to see the Archivist unconscious on his stupid little cot. He’s far rougher with him than Elias was during these times. Jon is too full to fight, too tired to do anything other than take it, making sad little whimpering noises. It’s not soft and gentle like he likes it after a large fear meal, but he can’t get any words out past the sheer exhaustion.
Tim fucking his boss as a bit of payback for the stalking. Wanting to be rough at first but Jon is just so small and needy. So instead Tim teases him mercilessly, not letting him cum, needling him about his lack of self control. After all Jon can’t keep from gorging on as much secondhand trauma as he possibly can, if he can’t show a little moderation why should he get anything more. Or the opposite, where he doesn’t stop until he is physically incapable of wringing another orgasm out of Jon. Who is just a mess of bruises and bite-marks, which Tim won’t let him cover later.
Just people taking advantage of Jon when he’s too out of it to say no.
Ok I’ma be real I think this one might be. Bad. It fought me every step of the way despite being a really good prompt AND me having a really solid idea. But I have a billion other prompts to get to. So. Don’t wanna waste time and energy on just one y’kmow?
Can’t think of any warnings tbh? But lemme know if you want something tagged:
Hey do y'think Jonelias could do some Weird Sex Shit with the anti-Leitner pipe?
I mean it’d probably make a shit dildo, but maybe Elias could threaten Jon with it for a cnc scene. Or have him fellate it, or something. Idk.
Look I just want Elias to find a way to use a gore-streaked murder weapon for Jonsex purposes. I want Jon to have this horrific reminder of the incredible violence Elias is capable of and I want him to be turned on by it and I want that fact to distress him. I’m tired. But you get it.
Girl help I’m thinking about the Jonah collaring Jon right after killing Leitner thing. Jons terrified and miserable and his world is falling apart. And he bares his throat for him. It’s a silent plea for so many things. “Please don’t hurt me.” “Please make it make sense.” “Please take care of me, I’m so scared.” You get it. It’s about the,, not trust but about the dependence. He’s clinging onto his relationship with elias as the only stability he has LEFT do you get it. Running into his arms stained as they are with blood, because despite or maybe because of everything, they remain warm and loving and comfortable. And then they fuck about it.
Elias petting him so tenderly with blood soaked hands. Maybe in this they’ve had a relationship for years and that’s why Jon ran to him so fast. Maybe it’s tender and loving and gentle. Maybe it’s rough and territorial. Maybe it’s a mix of both. Maybe Jon ends up full of cum and being carried back to elias’ office, so tired and emotional and still shaking with fear.
I usually default to dom!Elias/sub!Jon if only because Jon is so sub/prey coded but I do love the idea of the Archivist/the Archive topping. Beholding Jonah, his pleasure and fear, Watching him moan and whimper as he grows even harder under the gaze of the Archivist, forbidden from touching himself, ravaged by relentless compulsion. Jonah breathing heavily as he tries to think of ways to phrase his statement in a way that doesn’t reveal his plans but is true enough to satisfy the Archivist (and can something truly satisfy him now? he needs to crack Jonah’s skull open and witness every secret of him)
and Jon, Jon being horrified by what he becomes when he fully leans into being the Archive. but then he thinks of how terrified Elias looked, unable to resist him. he thinks of how good it felt and how satisfying it was to have power over Elias for once. Jon becoming more monstrous, chasing the morsels of control it promises. Jon giving up his humanity in favour of having control over Elias (hello Webeholding Jon, you are so real to me)
My body is betraying me so I am gonna think about Jon getting fucked while sick from not doing enough statements. To cope
Jon exhausted and whiny and Elias chiding him the whole time, saying he could’ve prevented all this, you know. Feeding him statement after statement until he stops trembling, as Jon rides him tiredly. Dripping all over him and just trying to get as close to him as possible. Tired and just wanting comfort. Elias taking advantage of it. Yk.
Jon all stuffed and full with knowledge unable to move on his own. Elias knowing exactly what he’s doing, as Jon just slumps against him, letting him use him as he pleases. Jon whimpering as he’s just so full, but his brain is too sluggish to do more that. It happening again and again because Jon feels so guilty taking statements, but well it’s not his fault when Elias feeds him, it’s not like he has a choice.
Look it doesn’t work with the aesthetic or anything but I think Jon should get a fluffy tail from the Eye. Let him have one so he can wrap it around himself, also he should get to purr, and oh actually I just want cat-boy Jon right we knew this.
Jon coming into work with a ridiculous hat and a skirt to hide his new appendages that the Eye decided to gift him. Doing the whole, I’m a monster lamentation. Except of course once his assistants catch on, because Jon can’t hide things for shit.
I think Sasha figures it out first, as a fellow observant Eye freak, and corners him in his office. Then of course as is the rules she can’t resist the urge to give him skritches. Touch starved Jon becoming a purring whimpering mess on the floor, not really knowing how to deal with the new sensations. Just cute Jon hours here, the rest of the assistants joining in and Jon just getting to be happy for a bit.
Then Jon going into heat because look, I have no defense. Jon feeling so empty as he tries to work, unable to concentrate as he has no idea what’s happening. All he knows is he needs something and he has no idea what, so he’s snippy and mean. Unconsciously shoving a hand down his pants just trying to relieve a little of the feeling, being mortified when he realizes what he’s doing.
Elias being the one to figure out what’s wrong, and taking advantage when Jon gets desperate. After all how is Jon supposed to do his job like this? Jon trying to say no, but so desperately horny, face bright red as he agrees. Elias feigning disappointment in Jon, when really he’s ecstatic. Jon feeling so shameful, after all Elias is clearly going out of his way to help Jon, and Jon should be grateful.
Jon isn’t even able to object as Elias fastens a collar around his neck, and using it as an extra handhold. Taking him over his desk, him fucking him hard, yanking on his pretty tail. Jon trying desperately to stay quiet, failing miserably as everyone in the archives can hear him. Elias cumming deep inside him, before pulling out and pressing a plug into him to keep him nice and full.
Elias helping a nearly insensate Jon back into his clothes, unable to resist stroking his tail as he does so, which has Jon discovering he can now purr. Leaving the collar buckled around his neck as he set him back to his work now that he’s been bred, admonishing him for being such a needy thing.
Jon feeling better when he’s bred the heat simmering down, for a few brief hours to let him get some work done. Gorging on second-hand trauma, until the end of the day, when Elias comes to collect him. Taking him home, where they can ‘properly’ deal with his heat
My body is betraying me so I am gonna think about Jon getting fucked while sick from not doing enough statements. To cope
Jon exhausted and whiny and Elias chiding him the whole time, saying he could’ve prevented all this, you know. Feeding him statement after statement until he stops trembling, as Jon rides him tiredly. Dripping all over him and just trying to get as close to him as possible. Tired and just wanting comfort. Elias taking advantage of it. Yk.
Jon all stuffed and full with knowledge unable to move on his own. Elias knowing exactly what he’s doing, as Jon just slumps against him, letting him use him as he pleases. Jon whimpering as he’s just so full, but his brain is too sluggish to do more that. It happening again and again because Jon feels so guilty taking statements, but well it’s not his fault when Elias feeds him, it’s not like he has a choice.
jontim being in a situationship. they hang out but never call that dates, they have sex sometimes but they don’t define their relationship. Jon believes he ruins every relationship he has so if he pretends this is purely casual, maybe he can keep Tim for longer (and he is definitely not crushing on Elias). and Tim is crushing on Sasha, too, and mourning his brother so he doesn’t feel he would be good to his partner
they kiss during an Institute party, which turns into making out turns into finding an empty office, Jon on a desk. they are undressing each other, as suddenly Jon gets a notification. he checks it despite Tim’s protest, it’s from Elias, saying he found the book Jon was asking about earlier, that he could give it to him now. Jon is excited and doesn’t listen to Tim asking him to stay, to go back to what they were doing. Jon is simply too curious to not want to get the book immediately
Tim swears out loud once he is alone. he wonders if that was intentional on Elias’ part, but of course not, how would he know?
Jon goes to Elias’ office immediately. Elias gives him the book but asks him to stay, to discuss it and Jon’s recent work. Elias is standing so close all Jon can smell is his perfume, Elias’ hand on the small of his back, but it means nothing, right? and then Elias is even closer and he certainly doesn’t mean anything inappropriate, it’s just Jon being too drunk and indulging in his silly crush
and then Elias is kissing him, pulls Jon closer. Jon kisses him back on instinct, this was what he dreamt of, what he berated himself for wanting. but he is with Tim (is he? it didn’t stop Tom from flirting with Sasha or that guy from accounting. it didn’t stop Tim hooking up with Sasha) and Elias is here, warm and inviting, Jon’s dream made real
Jon doesn’t even realise Elias backed him up to his desk until he is lying on it, Elias’ hands on his belt. this is the moment to stop, to end this but Jon is so, so curious about what Elias does next. he stares at Elias unblinkingly as he pulls of Jon’s trousers and then pants, how strokes his cock slow and soft at first, watches Elias’ expression as he slips a finger inside him. then another. watches as Elias fingerfucks him as he tries to not moan too loudly. no one would be anywhere near Elias’ office but he doesn’t want to risk it
Jon fails to restrain himself when he comes, wailing and gripping Elias’ arms. he wails even louder when Elias replaces his fingers with his cock, harsher than he was earlier, fucking into Jon. he is too out of it to care when Elias comes inside. iElias leans down to kiss softly and Jon whines when he tries to move away. Elias chuckles and kisses Jon again.
Elias sits down on his chair and pulls Jon into his lap, Jon rests his head on his shoulder as Elias fucks him languidly, coming inside again.
Jon is too tired to think about anything but how Elias looks so pleased, he feels warmth spread in his chest
Is anyone here into homoerotic and vaguely toxic wound care. Can I offer you some je wound care with weird sexual tension.
Alright gang have some weird sexual tension thoughts:
Mag 92. You know Elias is the one who patched him up. He’s still probably bleeding for God’s sake. Tilting his head back, admiring the wound for just a little too long. Touches it with just a little too much interest. Jon grits his teeth and Elias just has the same infuriating calm about him as he handles him. He could kill him. Any time, he could kill him. He’s feeling really normal about it. Maybe he presses a kiss to it that feels a little too little like he’s comforting him and more like he’s savoring it.
Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??
The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!
Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.
Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.
Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.
(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.
I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.
Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.
This could also work with art inspiration, but the buttons only allow for so many characters on them. And please do ramble in the tags! I’m going to have no idea what most of you are talking about, and it’s going to be great.
Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??
The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!
Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.
Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.
Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.
(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.
I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.
Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.
Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??
The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!
Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.
Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.
Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.
(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.
I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.
Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.
Thinks about that one thread of “most of jons kinks are just eroticized and actually Fun versions of things he hates/is insecure about” because they are so so right.
He hates having no agency in a situation where he needs to do something important, but he loves being helpless sexually with someone who knows the right things to do and isn’t just not listening to him.
(Being helpless is terrifying but like this, it’s a good fear. He’s small and defenseless and doesn’t know what’s best for him, and they’re going to give him everything he wants no matter how hard he struggles against it. He can whine and struggle and cry but they’re not letting him out. He can scream his throat raw, and they’ll still be pinning him down. He’s helpless. He can’t do anything. “Just give up.” They tell him, and he breaks.)
He hates being viewed as incompetent but he loves all the responsibility being stripped away from him.
(“Oh, don’t be so fussy, Jon. You’re alright. You don’t have to do anything right now.” Elias scolds lovingly, gently but firmly settling him under his desk. “Come on, now. You were being so good. Can you be patient for me?”)
(“You don’t have to be a person right now, Jon.” Elias told him once, and he crumbled so fast he barely realized he was shaking until Elias pointed it out.)
He obviously hates being in danger but hating and being scared of something that can’t kill him is a relief. He wants to be hurt and get out the Itch to be treated how he deserves without being in serious danger.
(Elias is strong. He’s reminded of this over and over again as he smacks him, until he thinks he might have to take a day off. Hurts so bad he can hardly think besides the knowledge he’s being good, nice and limp and repenting so beautifully, isn’t he perfect? Maybe elias is saying that. He can’t tell. He feels warm and loose and pliant. He’s taking it so well. He’s gonna make him proud he’s gonna make up for all of it he’ll be so perfect, he promises. Elias smiles so fondly at him he wants to burst.)
He hates being looked down upon. He wants someone to look down on him and adore him and want him anyway.
(Grinding so hard on Gerry’s boot, whining at every little insult and babbling out apologies. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he knows he’s making a mess, he knows he can’t control himself, he’s sorry, he cant help it. Gerry laughs so fondly and says of course he can’t. “Poor baby. I bet it hurts, huh? Someone should be taking care of you.”
Jon whines when Gerry yanks him up by the hair. Nips at his tits and nipples, laughing at all his jolts and whines. “God, you’re a real whore, yknow that? So smart, right up until anyone so much as lays a finger on your cute little cunt.” He’s playing with his clit too roughly and he likes it. It hurts so bad. He’s scared he’s gonna squirt all over Gerrys hand and he’s gonna make fun of him and then Gerrys gonna make him cum over and over until he cant anymore. And even then he won’t stop. He hopes he does. It would be awful and he wants it.
“Where’s all that sass now, huh? Feel too good to think? Is that it?”
Jon whines.
“I asked you a question, Jon. What, you too dumb to remember what those are?”
Hes either gonna cum all over himself or shatter into a million pieces, and he doesn’t know which is gonna come first.)
You get it. His fantasies are often just. Things he hates but safe and sexier
Um. I can’t lie. Somehow this ended up noncon again…
Look I know, realistically, not only would Elias want Jon’s consent but he’d probably want Jon to initiate. To actually CHOOSE a relationship with Elias. However. It would also be very hot if he took advantage of Jon. Sorry! I don’t make the rules… it’s just where the writing gods took me!
That being said, warnings for:
Extremely dubious consent. Jon is unsure and is also not actually capable of giving consent.
It’s unclear whether Jon is drugged or just drunk. Probably. I’ve never actually been either of those things I don’t know what it’s like.
I didn’t edit this one. Sorry. It’s 9:20 where I am and I’m pretty tired. What I wrote is whatcha get.
But yeah, anyway, without further ado…… enjoy the fic!
“You’ve been working so hard, Jon.” Elias’ voice was so warm. So fond. So soothing. His hands effortlessly kept Jon pinned to the bed.
I think Jon should wet himself. I think Elias should breed him up Real Good and then when it’s started to affect how often he needs the bathroom Elias should start making sure Jon has enough to drink. “You have to take better care of yourself. It’s for the baby, Jon.” Punishing Jon if he fails to drink enough.
I think during a meeting between the department heads Jon should really need to use the bathroom but Elias doesn’t let him leave. “It’ll just be another few minutes, Jon. Can’t it wait?” And Jon tries and fails to argue because Elias is determined to keep Jon exactly where he is. And so he spends the whole meeting clenching his thighs together and squirming desperately in his seat until he just can’t help himself and he lets out a stream of pee.
And he just has to sit there, trousers and seat soaked with piss, hoping that nobody notices anything, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible even as he’s feeling incredibly humiliated and embarrassed. The meeting ends but a few people decide to stick around and talk to Elias and Jon has to wait them all out while sitting in a pool of his own urine. And FINALLY they leave and it’s just him and Elias, who obviously teases him about it. “Didn’t you need the bathroom earlier? Urgently?” And Jon tries to awkwardly explain it away until Elias pulls his chair back and Jon gasps (and maybe pees a little bit more from the sudden jolt of movement). And Elias gropes at his piss-soaked trousers and lets out a hum of mock disappointment. Shames Jon for wetting himself like that. Why didn’t he say that it was urgent? Can he really not stop himself from pissing in his trousers like a child? And Jon is angry and humiliated and wet from piss and slick and shifting in his seat. And Elias’ degrades him for that too. “Is this turning you on?” (As if this wasn’t the exact specific outcome Elias was aiming for lmao). Tells Jon that he’s allowed to touch himself if he needs to. And he really shouldn’t and it’s humiliating enough already but he’s already unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just far enough to get at his cunt, rubbing at his cock and between the piss and the slick he’s so wet and it feels so good and Elias just keeps mocking him and then he’s cumming with a desperate whine.
And then after maybe Elias licks him clean. Sucks on his cock and laps up all the piss and slick Jon produced. Maybe he has Jon brace himself against the back of the chair so he can enter Jon, fucking him deep and rough and fast, cumming inside and only adding to the mess. He has clothes for Jon to wear of course, but he makes Jon keep the used briefs on even as he borrows a pair of boxers from Elias and wears them over the piss-soaked underwear.
Okay but I think Jon should actually get to be scary sometimes actually. Sure his first instinct is to be good to roll over, show his belly, unless he’s protecting someone else.
So Jon who is pregnant when he runs into hunters this time. They call him a monster and bare their teeth because the Hunt knows prey when they see it. And he is so very scared, fear practically pouring off in waves, broadcasting how terrified he is. He isn’t a fighter, but he can’t die here, and he is so very desperate.
Elias realizes too late that Jon is alone that the safeguards he put around him failed. Despite the haste at which he makes his way to where he last saw Jon, expects the worse. How many people he had professed to care about had he let die after all consumed by the Fears, while he just watched.
Instead he finds Jon, alive soaked in blood that isn’t his. Expression wild, knife clasped in one hand while his eyes, all of them glow a sickly green.
Jon breaking when he sees Elias, crying and shaking, as he’s swept into his arms. Carried back home, where it’s safe where Elias can protect his Archivist, he doesn’t bother to clean the blood away. Fucking him gently licking the blood from his cheek as he tells him how good he is, how proud he is of him.
What if Jonah DID drug Jon tho…what if they arranged for it to be at some random time…probably within a set period because I think Jon would die if the suspense was Too high. What if the moment Jon realized the effects were kicking in he got ridiculously wet about it. What if Jon stumbled over to Elias and grabbed at him demandingly until he had to collar him just so he could get him to keep his hands to himself. What if
What if Jon couldn’t even keep himself up right and was completely limp as he was fucked, whining and pleasing but utterly defenseless. Jonah can do whatever he wants. It doesn’t matter what he wants, he’s just there to be a good boy. He doesn’t even have to keep his eyes open if he doesn’t want to. He can just sit there and be used. Jonah could hurt him if he wanted. Jon couldn’t stop him. Jon doesn’t have to stop him. Jon doesn’t have to *care.* Jon can just sit there and feel good and not think about anything but getting bred as many times as he wants to <33
Anyways I think Jonah should fuck Jon brutally and roughly and spend the whole time holding him and telling him he’s such a sweet boy when he’s treated right. Tells him that he makes him so proud everyday and he loves him so much, he’s so beautiful and so much more than anyone realizes he is. I want him to tell him he’s so important, so special, so perfect, until Jons crying and desperately rocking his hips up to meet him. I want Jon to whine during a punishment “I just want to make you proud”, I want him to call him dad and for them to both be very aware of the underlying trauma and I want Jonah to sink his teeth in. I want Jonah to give Jon everything he’s ever wanted and take full advantage of this new, wonderful vulnerability. And I want Jon to be unable to stop himself from going back again and again. I want Jon to feel so small and vulnerable and to bury his face in his shoulder and be pet and praised and called a good boy, his good boy, so sweet. And I want this to be in s3 era I need Jon to be SO torn up in so many different directions from losing Jonah too and I want the first words out of his mouth when he sees him again to be “dad.” You get it.
Anyways I want them to meet in s5. And I want Jon to call him dad while the eye stares upon them and they both have so much blood on their hands. I want Jon to call him dad!! I want Jonah to smile at him so fondly and I want Jon to compel every single secret out of him, and I want Jon to ask did you mean it when you said you loved me. And when he answers yes. More than anyone. I want Jon to look up at him with desperate, fearful eyes and call him dad. And I want Jonah to see how monstrous he can be and love him for it. And tell him he’s so proud of him. And I want them to fuck right in front of the eye and I want jon to finally let go of his humanity and be loved by someone who wants only the worst for him, because he loves him <3 so much <333
One of my favorite je things is imagining Jon having very intense hard-core fantasies and Jonah reading his mind and casually saying out of nowhere they could do it. And jon just spitting out his drink and looking at him like he’s fucking insane. I don’t know why but it’s always amusing to me.
They don’t know about my thoughts on Jon and his massive rape kink. Jon touching himself and feeling like a horrible person for wanting JONAH of all people so he just. Well what if it wasn’t his fault. What if he put up a fight about it. What if nobody could tell he was enjoying it. What if he was scared the whole time. What if Jonah forced him down and he just happened to want all the things Jon wanted done to him. What if he collared him totally against his will and broke him down until he obeyed and pleaded for attention, against his will. Obviously. What if Jonah got him pregnant and then HAD to be gentle and take care of him and be so so nice to him. What if…
And of course Jonah watches all of his fantasies. And takes Notes.
He thinks about Jonah drugging him, so he has an excuse for why his imagined self is so touchy and loud and wet, why he wouldn’t be fighting back. And wouldn’t it be nice to not have to think or plan or do anything, just feel so so good he forgot everything else? Or what if Jonah threatened him and he had no choice? Then he’s not a bad person for trying to appease him and earn his approval. Just. Convoluted justifications for everything because he does Not want to admit he just wants Jonah to force him down and adore him so much he can’t help himself, even after everything. Especially after everything. Maybe he just wants to not have to do anything or worry about anything and for Jonah to want him so badly he cracks under it.
I have ships that I’ve loved for years, I have ships that are new and I fell head over heels into them.
I have ships I visit once in a while like an old friend or nostalgic memory.
I have my ride or die ships.
But I think everyone has that OTP/Ship that makes them absolutely feral, climbing the walls and chewing on electrical cables.
For me that would be Jonelias.
8 years I’ve been obsessed with them INSUFFERABLE BOYFRIENDS and no matter how many times I think about them (every waking thought) I feel like I need to run around in a circle, giggling and kicking my feet.
Jonelias makes me wish I was clay. So I could be moulded into an intricately patterned vase, but deliberately given an air pocket so when I’m placed into the kiln I explode.
Yes I’m dramatic, Yes they are both my wife, No I will never shut up about them, Sue me.
One of my favorite jonelias Things™️ is when all the yk, big avatars refer to them as “your archivist” or sometimes even “your elias.” That shit makes me eat nails. I need everyone to know they have something going on and it to be something that they know they should absolutely not get involved in because there is no way it ends well. I think they should be intertwined in a way that isn’t quite human. I think they need to be so weird about each other nobody who knows Elias has any doubts about what’s going on. I just think it’s neat!
(Jon archivist voice) My whole life I have been completely rejected and isolated from everyone around me, whether people meant to or not. I never could have the closeness I needed to mature properly with my only living family. I could never connect with them. I always knew they didn’t actually want me around and only took me in out of pity. Any attempts I’ve ever made at progress have been ignored or viewed as lies. Everyone I’ve ever loved has thought I was a waste of their time and sometimes I want to get worse on purpose and be loved for it. Sometimes I want someone to see how awful, how horrible so much of me is, and be proud of me anyway. I just want someone to tell me that I’m good enough. Not that I was an innocent victim or I didn’t do it at all and then reject me when they realize what I’ve done. I want someone to know how awful I actually am and for them to somehow find a reason to be proud of me. Anyways Jonah can I call you dad during sex. For no reason.
I like the idea of Jon getting aroused from the statements. Squirming and dripping wet whenever he reads one, feeling sooo guilty and horrible but he can’t resist the urge to touch himself after every one.
Maybe it’s a natural but gradual thing that builds and builds over time. Or maybe Elias likes to slip his own arousal into Jon’s mind, feeding him little fantasies that Jon can’t help but latch onto. And of course Elias should get to catch Jon fingering himself open. Should pin him to the chair while he Watches Jon finger himself to completion as Jon squirms with humiliation and guilt and desire.
I like the idea of Jon getting aroused from the statements. Squirming and dripping wet whenever he reads one, feeling sooo guilty and horrible but he can’t resist the urge to touch himself after every one.
Maybe it’s a natural but gradual thing that builds and builds over time. Or maybe Elias likes to slip his own arousal into Jon’s mind, feeding him little fantasies that Jon can’t help but latch onto. And of course Elias should get to catch Jon fingering himself open. Should pin him to the chair while he Watches Jon finger himself to completion as Jon squirms with humiliation and guilt and desire.
God I do love a good statement deprivation fic, just Jon starving and helpless. Maybe Melanie and Basira deciding they can’t let him out to hurt anyone. Jon so hungry scratching at the door when they stop bringing even the paper statements. Jon calling out for anyone and everyone, he’s just so hungry, it hurts so bad. Finally Jon cries out for Elias, begs him even if he isn’t there to come help him, he’s just so hungry.
Elias storming into the archives like a thundercloud after walking out of prison, look he was only in there to keep Jon from reading his mind. Now that doesn’t matter, because Jon needs him, is calling for him, he wants his Archive marked, not broken. In an act of violence reminiscent of how he killed Leightner he breaks the look off the door to Jon’s office.
The lights are out, but Jon is curled up right by the door. It’s now stained with the blood from his broken nails, that had stoped healing after a month of starvation. Elias immediately gathers him into his arms and he weighs practically nothing. Jon has never been heavy, but he’s emaciated now.
Elias carrying him up to his office settles him on the couch. He hopes he’s not too late, he doesn’t know, he’s too scared to look. He spends the next hour or so reciting any statement he had not yet given to the Archive. Secrets he really shouldn’t be revealing, but what does it matter when the color starts to come back to Jon’s face.
When his eyes finally flicker open, all of them, drinking in Elias’s fear, he doesn’t pause in his statement until it’s finished. Jon is in his arms a moment later crying and whimpering, telling Elias how hungry he had been. How all he wanted other than a statement was for someone to come save him.
I like the idea of Jon getting aroused from the statements. Squirming and dripping wet whenever he reads one, feeling sooo guilty and horrible but he can’t resist the urge to touch himself after every one.
Maybe it’s a natural but gradual thing that builds and builds over time. Or maybe Elias likes to slip his own arousal into Jon’s mind, feeding him little fantasies that Jon can’t help but latch onto. And of course Elias should get to catch Jon fingering himself open. Should pin him to the chair while he Watches Jon finger himself to completion as Jon squirms with humiliation and guilt and desire.
Ok having seen everyone else’s excellent tags (I’d respond but there’s too many I’m sorry) you’re all so right Jon WOULD be feeling wet and pent up whenever the tape recorder clicks on.
I think Elias should give him a vibrator that Jon can keep in for the whole day and turn on after every statement (and sometimes during if he’s desperate). Fucking himself on it helplessly while imagining someone else’s terror and suffering and he know it’s wrong and he feels so awful but he just can’t help himself every time.
Now I’m imagining the tape recorder clicking on next to him as he dreams. Hearing his little whimpers and moans and pleasured gasps. Recording him waking up and immediately reaching down to touch himself. Catching every plea and swear and gasp of yes as he fucks himself on his fingers. Only realizing it had recorded him after he cums with a bitten off moan and it clicks off. Drifting back to sleep in a haze of satisfaction too deep and thick for the guilt to pierce it. Waking up on the little document storage cot. So curious about the tape. Listening and starting to get wet again, rutting helplessly against a pillow as he pants and gasps and the tape recorder plays back just how aroused his dreams made him, just how good he felt, touching himself to other people’s worst moments.
I think Jon should be blindfolded and tied up, limbs spread. Drugged so he’s all soft and utterly unable to do anything. Hole exposed for others to use, mouth available for anyone who wants him to eat them out or such them off. Just lying there helpless as others use him again and again and again whether he wants it or not. Barely aware of anything except how good it feels, how messy his hole is with slick and cum, the warm wetness of a cunt on his face, of cocks invading his ass and pussy. Cumming inside him.
Institute donors and maybe some choice employees (and Elias of course) fucking him for hours until he’s squirming and oversensitive, trying to get his mouth to form words so he can beg them (to stop? To keep going? Even he doesn’t know) but all that’s coming out is desperate needy moans.
At some point in the night he passes out but this doesn’t stop the others from using his limp, unconscious body again and again. Doesn’t stop them from masturbating over his supine body until he’s coated in slick and cum.
When he wakes up the next morning, he’ll be wrecked and messy, evidence of how he was used undeniable. But he won’t remember anything but a haze of pleasure, the vague sensation of being fucked, having his face buried in someone else’s cunt…
And when he starts showing symptoms, a little over a month later… he’ll have no idea who the father might be, just the knowledge that somebody bred him while he was drugged and helpless and tied up to be a living sex toy.
Oh and he should also get to be their urinal <3
I think Jon should be pissed all over. A cock thrusting down his throat, cumming, and then pissing in his mouth. A cunt resting over his face, letting out a stream of urine when he goes to give it a lick (tongue heavy and uncoordinated from all the drugs keeping him sleepy and relaxed and helpless). A puddle forming between his tits where patrons and donors (and perhaps Elias himself) have all taken a turn relieving themselves. The first cock inside him pissing to make him even slicker (as if he wasn’t dripping wet all over…) just Jon lying soaked in piss as every person in attendance uses him as a convenient urinal.
Maybe he also wets himself too. Elias made sure he had plenty to drink beforehand (has to keep his strength up after all). Maybe after the first hour or so when he’s all relaxed and loose and pliant Elias leans down and presses on his bladder until piss begins to leak from him and he moans from humiliation and relief and the pleasure he’s getting from both. Maybe while Elias is bathing him afterwards he pees himself again with a soft little whine from how good it feels. And Elias mocks him for how little self-control he has and how shameful it is while rubbing at his cock and Jon cums again in his arms <3
