Jon in a Victorian nightgown goes hard though. I need Jon seeing himself in the mirror with Jonah running his hands all over him and he simultaneously can't recognize himself and has never looked more like jonathan sims. I need to make je a Gothic horror but like Horny or I'll die. Ok.
- skiesandcandy
Jon wasn’t usually one to sleep in anything more than a ratty t-shirt, and sweats. Jonah had taken one look at such inelegant clothing before discarding them despite any protests Jon might give. The nightgown Jon now stood dressed in was just on the wrong side of opaque, what should be fully covering instead revealing everything to its audience. Jonah giving him an approving smile, and Jon melts a little, because that’s what he wants, approval to be cared for, cherished.
Jon frozen standing in front of a full length mirror, because of course Jonah’s house has an over abundance of mirrors. Something about reflections and truth and being seen, or maybe Jonah just likes how Jon looks when he catches sight of himself. A bit like a deer staring into oncoming headlights. Jon didn’t tend to look at his reflection much, if he could help it, or at least he hadn’t, it was harder here where it stared back from almost every surface.
Only was it his reflection? Yes it looked like him, or at least he thought it did. At what point had he stopped recognizing his reflection? Or was it the other way around? Was the reflection becoming the truth and he was the lie?
A glimpse of movement in the mirror is his only warning as Jonah’s hands snake around him. While the touch is gentle, almost reverent there’s an ownership as he traces Jon’s curves through the pale white fabric. Jonah’s hands knead at his chest, making Jon’s knees go weak, Jonah’s expression in the mirror is possessive as he stares at Jon like he’s a prize that he has won. And isn’t that the truth, Jon can no more pull away than he can leave the house, the door is sealed and the key gone.
Jonah pulling him close his grip like iron, and Jon knows he will have bruises in the morning. Jon leaning into it anyway because it’s so much easier to give into the monster. Jonah spreading him out on the bed looking at him like a particularly tasty meal and Jon can’t meet his eyes staring past him. His eyes meet his own on the mirrored ceiling, and Jon can see the faint glow in their depths, the hunger for this.
Jonah shifting his nightgown up, bunching the fabric about his waist, to press his tongue into his folds, and Jon can’t help the sounds he makes. He wants to close his eyes, but he can’t, he needs to see himself, to know. The him in the mirror is panting and open, his eyes hazy, and it’s not a look Jon has ever seen on his own face, but something about it seems right. He keens as Jonah’s tongue goes deeper and then he’s twitching and gasping and he comes, Jonah’s soft laughter against his cunt as he doesn’t stop pushing him past his breaking point.
And breaks he does, whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks, knowing that he has made his choice, he chose a the monster, he chose to Know, to See, willing to be consumed and remade.
His eyes focus on the mirror again, and the reflection there is finally himself.
sparks-out:
I want Elias to take one look at how eager to please Jon is and to use that for Sex Purposes. He should gently and lovingly show Jon how to stroke his cock, how to suck him off, how to fuck him. And Jon should take it all in with wide eyes, curious and exploratory and trying so very hard to be good for Elias. To please him.
skiesandcandy:
Got struck with a vision. Thinking about je daddy kink. Thinking aboiy
“No, no, dad, please, I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t-”
Jonah pinning him down and compelling, “Do you want to stop?”
And him just wailing no, no he doesn’t, it’s too much and he can’t take it and it hurts and he wants more. He wants more!!! And Jonah knows. He can see exactly what he wants. He just wanted to make him say it <3
skiesandcandy:
skiesandcandy:
Jon has the biggest daddy kink in the world. And also he would never say daddy ever not even held at gunpoint. These things can coexist. In my beautiful mind.
I think Jonah is like. The only one who he’d call dad. I cannot explain why. But like. Yknow???
*cracks knuckles* Let’s see what I can do.
Jon had never considered what sex with someone consumed by the concept of isolation would be like. He supposed if he had to guess, he would have at the time said impersonal maybe? Only what felt like someone had shoved their arm into his cunt certainly felt personal.
“Are you still there Archivist?” Jon couldn’t really focus on the words Peter was saying. He talked a lot for someone who was supposed to be all about loneliness. But it was so hard to focus when he was stretched almost past the point he could handle. Why was he here again? He remembered agreeing, or did he? Jon shivered, despite the heat of Peter’s cock in him he felt cold but he pressed his face into the other man’s chest anyway.
Is that why he had agreed? He just wanted someone, anyone to touch him, to hold him? No, no not anyone, god he just wanted-.
“Something wrong Archivist?” Jon half wondered if Peter just liked the sound of his own voice. Whimpering as Peter gripped his hips and pulled him down harder. It wasn’t really a question he could answer, yes everything was wrong, everyone hated him, he was a monster, and Elias-. Jon couldn’t hold back a whimper, he had tried to go see him when he had woken up. Had shown up at the prison, only to be told that he specifically was not allowed, and it had hurt, some part of Jon had cracked at that.
He drifted as he was thrust into, in this cold space he could almost pretend it was Elias and not Peter. Elias holding him close, telling him how good he’s being, how he’s proud of him. Jon squirming and whining, it was too much, please stop please no more dad-.
Peter’s breathing in his ear, much too steady and unaffected so far considering how much he was wrecking Jon, hitched and Jon realized he had said the last part out loud. The laughter that followed was cold and cruel as Peter moved one hand to his hair stroking it in some feigned attempt at true intimacy.
“So that’s what this is about,” Peter sounded almost bored despite the cruelty in his words. Jon buried his face back against Peter’s chest, trying to tell him to stop, but it was just so much. “Do you miss him, feel abandoned because he won’t let you see him?”
“Did he used to fuck you in his office Archivist? Let you call him dad as he had you over his desk? I bet he did, makes sense why you’re such a good little slut for me right now.” Jon sobbed openly now, torn between mental anguish, and physical pleasure as Peter’s hand slipped between his legs, teasing him as he thrust harder. Peter almost seemed excited by the idea, if Jon had the ability to think clearly he would probably see the loneliness in the thought, but as it was Jon could only moan.
“Need me to fill you up just like he does? Or I suppose did since he doesn’t seem to want anything to do with you now.” Jon’s entire body went taught as he came, crying out for his dad. Peter’s grip returned to his hips as he pulled him down, and Jon could almost feel it as he came inside him.
“I’ll have to tell him how good you’ve been for me Archivist, do you think your dad will be proud?” Jon could only sob as the aftershocks poured through him, and Jon wondered at what point he would just break.
Making them lick someone's boots with je maybe? Or jongerry,,
Humiliation Prompts
Still Accepting Prompts! (Please be as vague or specific as you would like)
JonElias
Jon couldn’t hold back a small whimper as Elias used his hair as a handhold shoving his face down. It wasn’t a particularly tight grip, but Elias was firm and Jon couldn’t even think of disobeying. Honestly he couldn’t think much at all having just spent the past few minutes rubbing off against the shoe Elias was shaving him toward. His tongue darted out, barely a kitten lick on the soft leather, and while Jon couldn’t see Elias from this angle he could hear his disappointed sigh.
“Come now Jon, you dirtied them you should take responsibility and clean them up,” Jon could almost see the smirk on his face as he pressed his shoe against Jon’s face spreading Jon’s slick that covered the tip across his lips. Jon opened his mouth his tongue hanging out but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. Elias sighed as his grip shifted, forcing Jon’s tongue to slide across the expensive leather.
“I suppose I’ll just have to show you more directly,” Jon whimpered, but kept his mouth open, it was always easier when Elias was in control.
JonGerry
“If you want to suck my cock you’ll have to show me how good you are with your mouth first.” Jon wasn’t certain if you could die from embarrassment but Gerry was certainly trying to do Jon in. When Gerry had told him to clean his boots, Jon had reached out only to have his hand slapped away and the tip of one shoved against his cheek.
“You can’t be serious?” Jon eyed the leather, yes they were clean, chosen specifically for this, but still.
“Dead serious,” Jon couldn’t help making a face which had Gerry breaking character for a second, before schooling his expression again. “Come on sweetheart the faster you clean them the faster you can get what you actually want in your greedy mouth.”
Jon but his lip, as though considering giving a put upon sigh. Gerry flicked the remote he held in his hand and Jon gasped clenching down against the plug inside him as it sped up slightly.
“Don’t be a brat,” Gerry said as though he didn’t love Jon giving him a chance to punish him. Jon growled but leaned his head down sliding his tongue across his boot, letting out a small moan. Jon wondered if this actually looked hot, or just ridiculous, glancing up through his eyelashes as he essentially fellated a boot.
If Jon had worried that it would kill the mood, Gerry’s intense expression showed him otherwise. His pupils were blown wide, and if his constant shifting was anything to go by he was clearly having trouble resisting stopping the whole thing to get Jon’s mouth on him instead.
Jon kept up his ministrations, winding Gerry up, knowing he’d pay for it later.
sparks-out:
I think one of Jon’s most common fantasies in S4 is “what if someone raped me while I was in the coma.”
Mostly it’s Elias, but sometimes he’ll imagine a random doctor or nurse. Sometimes they use his face but often it’s his cunt or ass.
Most often he imagines Elias, though. Elias rucking of the hospital gown, touching him in all the right places until he’s nice and wet and Elias can just slide right in (and he doesn’t even need to care about stretching Jon out, he’s not aware enough to care about the pain of the stretch. And then he uses Jon, fucking his unconscious body as rough or as sweet as he pleases, chasing his pleasure as Jon helplessly cums on his cock. Finally he thrusts deep inside and breeds Jon while he’s utterly helpless to stop it, ensuring he wakes up pregnant, forced to carry a remnant of Elias.
And he feels stupid guilty for it but it’s such a tantalizing fantasy and he cums so hard, imagining Elias raping him while he’s not even aware of it.
skiesandcandy:
skiesandcandy:
Jon so so desperate to be a good boy scrambling to follow any instructions looking up at jonah with big eyes silently asking “am I doing good? Please say I’m doing good. Please make me be good for you.” Jon collared and on his knees trembling with desperation to please him to make him proud :((( Jon.
Jon who just wants jonahs approval sooo bad. Jon as a fresh researcher or maybe on that intern au who just wants Jonah to see how badly he wants to please him. Jon who crumbles the second he gets any praise or affection. Jon who looks up at him with big wet eyes hoping for approval, for acknowledgement, for a pat on the head, anything at all. Jon who just wants Jonah to be proud!!!!
