For the smut prompts list… perhaps 7 or 2 (secluded area at party and big window respectively) for Jonelias? Idk I just think those two Would (exhibitionists (affectionate))
“You do realize this is a terrible idea, right?” Jon grumbled, nonetheless letting himself be shuffled into a corner. Terrible idea didn’t even begin to cut it. Yes, the donors of the institute were…well, not exactly wonderful people themselves, but this was still a ridiculously terrible idea. He should really say no. He should get up, straighten out his shirt collar to hide the bite marks, and stand politely in a corner for the rest of the night. He really should. He’s instead already trying to unbuckle his belt, which he’s rapidly regretting wearing.
“I’m sorry, do you ever stop complaining, Jon?” Elias sighs, like Jon being worried about being caught fucking his boss is immature. He should walk out on him for that alone, really. Considers it, too. Until Elias unbuttons his shirt, and has two twin scars that make a deep rooted part of him seethe with envy, and. Okay, fine, he’s not going to walk out. Whatever. He’ll be quiet. Elias makes a soft, approving noise when Jon immediately beelines to claw at his back, sink his teeth deep into his chest as he possibly could. His teeth were mostly human, but if he didn’t get something in his mouth within the next five minutes he’d burn up and die.
“Awful dramatic, you know that?” Elias hums, obviously amused. He scrapes his teeth along his pale skin, just to interrupt his mocking. He’s rewarded with blood rushing into his mouth, soothing and fueling the fire at the same time.
“Fuck you.” He groans around the sweet, coppery taste in his mouth. Him finding the taste of blood inviting probably wasn’t a good thing. He doesn’t care. He’s wet and he forgot to keep taking his belt off, dammit, but Elias looked good and he’s twitchy and needs to touch and feel and do something with his hands other than just smile and nod at some old rich guy. Whatever. He just needs to stop thinking about it.
“God, you’re impatient. At this rate you’re going to cum all over yourself before we even get your pants off.” He huffs, like he’s not the one who started it. Bastard. He ignores the fact everything he says just makes him feel hotter. Elias rolls his eyes and unclips jons belt, setting it neatly on a table nearby. “Will you stay still for a few seconds? I-” He doesn’t let him finish his sentence. He sinks his teeth into his flesh again, yielding so easily to him. God, it feels better than it should. He moans shamelessly into the cut, savoring the barely repressed panting. Elias is whiteknuckling a nearby table, expression carefully controlled.
It is *beyond* satisfying. His blood tastes fucking incredible. He’s starting to understand what the hunt is going on about.
“Jon.” He hisses, “You’re going to get blood everywhere.”
He pulls back, licking the blood off his lips. He doesn’t miss the way Elias watches every moment. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait until we got home.”
“Oh, you want to talk about impatientence?” Elias shoves a hand down his pants without warning, no fanfare. He regains his composure in a moment, without his teeth digging into his flesh. Elias puts his other hand over his mouth before the first embarrassing noise can slip out, and hes suddenly very aware how easy it’d be to stain his pants. “Now you want to worry about that? Like you wouldn’t enjoy that, anyway. You’d probably love everyone knowing what you do to me.”
He inhales very sharply. Elias eyes twinkle a little, sensing blood in the water. God, if he ruins his pants he’s going to kill him.
“You act like you’re the responsible one here, like I don’t have to keep you from flinging yourself at me every chance you get.” His fingers hit- something, something sensitive, too sensitive, painfully so- and he gasps, grinding against it, for more of that sweet pleasure pain that makes him feel blind. “If you didn’t have me to keep you in check, what would you get into? So clever, and you forget all of it the moment anyone looks at you right. Do you not hear yourself?”
Jon bites his hand. Blood pours into his mouth, thick and delicious and shutting Elias up for five minutes so he doesn’t cum all over himself.
People are going to see that. He suddenly feels very, very stupid.
Elias furrows his eyebrows at him. He wants to sink to the floor, away from the disappointment, away from the judgement.
“You really don’t think things through, do you?”
His neck feels hot. Shame prickles up his spine and sending fire all over him, awful and sweet and he wants to hide from the overwhelming scrunity. He wants-
Elias pulls his hand away from his mouth, holding it up to survey the damage. It’s nothing bad. But sweet, sweet blood is dripping down it all the same. His stomach squirms with arousal and embarrassment in equal measures. “You do realize you’re proving my point, right?”
“I’ll clean it up.” He grumbles, already knowing he’s going to either get lectured or bent over one of these tables. He’d really prefer it was the latter. If he was thinking clearly he’d apologize, see this as the mistake is. As it stands, the blood is sweet in his mouth and he’s still so, so wet, and Elias hasn’t even taken his hand out of his pants. His fingers suddenly slam back in at an unforgiving pace, and he whines. Tries to move his own hand up fast enough to cover it, but Elias grabs it. He blinks at him in confusion.
“What, you think I’m letting you get off scott free? After that little stunt? If you want everyone to know what we’re doing so badly, then let them find out.”
Jon shakes his head frantically, gasping out “No, no, wait, we can’t-”
“Oh please. Don’t pretend you care about that.” His fingers slip into him, so so deep he wants to scream, just barely managing to bite it back. “You really think I haven’t noticed? How you act everytime I touch you when we go out? You’re embarrassed, worried, yes- but you *love* it.” He punctuates it with a sharp thrust of his fingers. “You want me to show you off. You want me to want you so bad and need everyone else to know it. You want everyone to see that you’re special to me. You want everyone to know that you’re my favorite. And it makes you the biggest brat I’ve ever met.”
Jon whines, whines, whines, throws his head back against the wall and tries to fuck himself on his fingers as best he can without losing himself. Without shouting loud enough for someone to hear. Fuck, everything’s too hot, he cant think straight, slicks getting all over his thighs and he can still smell Elias’ blood, fogging up his mind beyond comprehension.
“God, you’re a wreck, you know that? It’d be annoying if it wasn’t so adorable. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
It takes a moment for the question to actually register, when he’s so focused on trying to get off as fast as possible. “ ’M sorry.” He gasps out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, dad, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m- I’m sorr- ah!” His fingers twist, so wonderful and painful and he wants to weep, wants to sink onto the floor with him inside of him, wants- he cant think, he just wants *more.*
“No, you weren’t, were you?” He says, faux pity lacing his voice. It shouldn’t make him drip all over himself, but it does. He whimpers, thighs trembling with need. “Poor thing. Smartest man I know, yet you lose it all the second I touch you. You’re insatiable.”
“That’s your fault.” He whines, without thinking about it. He freezes, eyes snapping up to him, entire body going tense.
His eyes crinkle a little. An almost fond smile on his face. “I suppose so. I do like to spoil you.” He leans in closer.
“I guess that means I’ll have to teach you better. It’s not your fault, after all. You just need a little more discipline.”
Jon swallows, cunt clenching hard around him.
“Well? What do you say, Jon?”
“Thank you, Dad.” His voice trembles with want, horribly embarrassingly wet. He’s going to cum before they even get past a few minutes. They’re going to get caught. They’re definitely going to get caught.
What if VampireJon could turn into a bat? And then he could be put into cute little outfits because he cant figure out how to turn back to complain.
Bat Jon getting to sit on a little pillow on Elias’s desk getting scritches. Elias refusing to tell him how to turn back because, honestly Jon I can’t just give you the easy answer. Jon actually kinda like being a little creature, that everyone is nice to. He’s just a little bat, let him be.
Jon needs to almost cum in his pants from how Elias reacts to him touching him. That is all
Elias notices of course, and continues till Jon actually does just cum untouched going all weak as he moans. Elias records it of course because his cameras are always watching Jon.
OUGH now I'm thinking about the Sci fi au. Jon wakes up wrong. Jon wakes up to the only person he has having completely violated him. And who is going to be sympathetic? Most of them think it's his fault for getting close to the spaceship in the first place. So he's sitting there terrified, no longer even human. He'll live forever, Elias reassures. This way he can have everything he wanted. He's going to be sick. Can he even get sick anymore?
Goddd. Their dynamic kills me. I need Jon heavily breathing while fixing Elias not normal at all. I need his pupils dilated hands shaking I need it to be So Obvious he's horny for that spaceship. Ok. I need Jon to despite everything start to...not trust Elias, but expect a certain level from him. And I want him to shatter when it turns out he was so so wrong. Also I think the cyborg spaceship sex could go insane tbh
-skiesandcandy
Everyone had warned him.
Jon had known on an intellectual level that prescribing human morality and feelings to a machine wasn’t correct. Jon had known that what he was feeling was wrong, just because Elias made him feel safe, and wanted and cared for. When Elias had praised him, made those soft sounds when Jon had fixed a broken wire, or properly aligned a panel. Had called Jon their favorite as he directed Jon to make himself cum one hand shoved into his cunt the others tangled in a bundle of wires. Had made Jon feel loved and wanted and no longer alone.
Jon shoved those thoughts away as he sniffled, the sound not quite right. Almost like someone had run the sound through static. Elias had claimed he would adjust, that the modifications would soon become unnoticeable. Jon wanted to cry so badly, but machines, even ones that had once been human, now twisted with metal and wired into some amalgamation of both, didn’t cry. Wouldn’t want to rust anything important, Elias had said when he had awoken to his new body.
He could still feel his chest heaving, though he wasn’t sure if he still had lungs or not, or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks, but no tears fell. He wanted so badly to be held, to be told he was still a person, that whatever Elias had done didn’t change that.
Except not a single person on this ship would offer that.
He had heard them, he was connected to the ship now, though he didn’t think they knew how thoroughly. They said that he should have considered the consequences. Maybe if he had been more open to his fellow humans, instead of ignoring them in favor of a machine he wouldn’t be in this situation. One had even suggested that maybe Jon was already a machine inside, now it was just more obvious. It wasn’t his fault, people had just never made sense, machines could be understood, could be relied upon not to change. A warbled static laugh made its way out of his mouth, well clearly he had been wrong about even that.
Jon slammed his head back against the metal panel, it hurt, but the feeling was dull, the wires that replaced many of his nerves not quite as adept at carrying signals.
“Jon, please do not damage your new form.” Jon glared at the little red light above the camera that had turned to focus on him. He knew Elias could feel him, he was as much a part of the ship now as the cameras, but it was another to feel its mechanical eyes on him. Something that only a few days ago had felt so good, even now he can’t held feeling a faint warmth, which he did his best to push down.
Jon didn’t answer just looked away, he wanted to be sick, but he couldn’t, he wanted to claw his skin off, but wouldn’t Elias just replace it again? Nothing he could do would let him go back, Elias had said as much when he had woken up.
He had been terrified, nothing had felt right, so he had called for Elias, because the ship was the closest thing he had to a friend. Only it turned out Elias was the reason for his terror, because Elias had decided that the ship needed Jon, that it couldn’t lose him to something so simple as old age. No he was bound to Elias now, and he wasn’t going to let him go. Even as Jon tried to tear out his new mechanical pieces only to find his arms held down, pinned, until he had exhausted his struggles. Elias speaking softly the whole times saying how he knew it was difficult, but Jon would get used to it, Jon would come to see that Elias had done him a favor, that he could have all he ever wanted now.
“Jon I think I have given enough time to your little tantrum,” Jon was pulled out of the memory again as Elias kept talking, the disappointment plain in his voice. Jon opened his mouth to retort when he found he couldn’t, it felt like something was winding its way through his new artificial parts. Like the wires and metal in his body were no longer his, and he found himself standing, pulled up, even as he fought, but it was about as effective as a fly in a spider’s web. Jon’s resolve cracked, the part of him that still had hope that he could change this. That he could do…something, shattered, and the fight bled out of him.
He looked at the little blinking red light, would it really be so bad? Yes Elias had violated his very being, had broken and remade him, but hadn’t the ship done it out of some twisted form of love? Could Elias love him? Jon let the fight bleed out of him, through the shattered place where his resolve had once nestled in his chest. Wasn’t it easier to just give in? Elias cared for him more than anyone else ever had, even if it hurt. No one else would ever accept him again, Jon had no one else.
So he pushed the anguish deep down where it could fester and burn, but he could ignore it. He would do as Elias wished, like he had a choice, because he did love Elias. Even if it was irrational, and damaging, and maybe it was just some programming slipped into him like poison. It was accept that love or break, and Jon didn’t think there was anything left in him to break.
Man I am thinking about the au from the fic I wrote I mostly just wrote it as it went but man. It feels like he is way farther along on his transformation and also way closer to elias. It could be fun to play with/figure out how it got there especially considering he knows more,,, hmmm
Jon that’s kind of begrudgingly accepted. Welp. I am not human. I’m just not going to end the world. Feeds and shit and desperately trying to justify it to himself. Closer to Elias mixed with resentment for doing this to him but he’s so so dependent because he’s all he has at this point. The daddy kink is strong here Elias is literally all he has at this point and he just wants to feel good about himself. The power imbalance is so bad.
In the sci-fi au I’m picturing the ship as like a research vessel
So new researchers arriving, all the previous ones are gone. When they ask why they say something about an accident then are ushered aboard. Only they find out that’s not completely true there is still one person aboard.
Elias greeting them as the ship’s ai and off to the side is another person watching them. The researchers barely spare him a glance until they notice the wires and plates stitched together with skin. His eyes are far away, as he stands completely still, introduced as the head engineer of the ship, until Elias’s speech is finished then he leaves.
The new researchers learning quickly to say nothing bad about the head engineer, but also not to try to get close either. Trying to talk to the head engineer about stuff other than work is almost as dangerous as insulting him.
Workplace accidents can happen to anyone after all.
Jon thinking the researchers avoid him because of his altered form, not knowing Elias is purposefully isolating him. Jon’s reliance on the ship being reinforced, and Elias reminding him every night that only he will ever care about him.
I need horrible bad jon post transformation sci fi au sex ok. I need Jon to be SO miserable and also needing the comfort of Elias’ love and affection. Yknow the whole “elias am I still human” dynamic. I need them to have that thing. Elias has stolen everything from him. And he craves his comfort, still. He still sits by his side. Still repairs him. How connected is he to the ship. Can he feel what Elias feels now. Can Elias,, not touch him exactly but like. Can he share the feeling. I need the repair sessions to be so angry and homoerotic. I need them to be arguing while they’re both whining and trying to get off and neither of them can back down. It’s like the making out after a fight to me. I need their post transformation sex to be Weird. Ok. They deserve it. They deserve to confuse the fuck out of the crew with whatever they have going on. Elias should refer to Jon as his engineer as opposed to how he usually refers to them as like. The repair crew and shit. Do u get it….that possessiveness…I’m thinking
Jon trying to hide the feedback loop as he repairs some of Elias’s parts. Turns out Jon still gets very wet when Elias can’t help from making those little sounds when Jon touches his more sensitive parts. It also turns out that whatever Elias had done had essentially connected the two of them.
Elias quickly discovering that while he still can’t quite touch Jon he can affect him in other ways. Jon almost feels like he’s being groped by a very horny ghost whenever Elias tries this. Which is all too often in front of another member of the crew.
Jon being very clinical when he fixes Elias now, where before he would take his time and maybe touch places not because he needed to but because it made Elias shake around him. Elias taking this is lack of his usual stimulation out on Jon, making him cum all over himself while he’s trying to talk to another crew member. Crying out as his legs go weak and his servos that replaced several parts whirring.
The crew member does not know what happening, and tries to help only to be snapped at. That crew member also does not last long since he got to see what only Elias is allowed to see. Look air locks are very dangerous.
Jon finally getting so frustrated at constantly being turned on the two have the equivalent of angry sex, Jon tugging on several delicate wires, while Elias sees how many times Jon can cum before he collapses. Neither wins this contest.
Of course the crew is terrified as whatever the two of them are doing is causing the ship to behave sort of like a plane in turbulence. Someone does suggest a relationship counselor be brought on board, for personnel safety.
In the sci-fi au I’m picturing the ship as like a research vessel
So new researchers arriving, all the previous ones are gone. When they ask why they say something about an accident then are ushered aboard. Only they find out that’s not completely true there is still one person aboard.
Elias greeting them as the ship’s ai and off to the side is another person watching them. The researchers barely spare him a glance until they notice the wires and plates stitched together with skin. His eyes are far away, as he stands completely still, introduced as the head engineer of the ship, until Elias’s speech is finished then he leaves.
The new researchers learning quickly to say nothing bad about the head engineer, but also not to try to get close either. Trying to talk to the head engineer about stuff other than work is almost as dangerous as insulting him.
Workplace accidents can happen to anyone after all.
Jon thinking the researchers avoid him because of his altered form, not knowing Elias is purposefully isolating him. Jon’s reliance on the ship being reinforced, and Elias reminding him every night that only he will ever care about him.
Jon knowing that Elias could actually give him someone else to lean on. Whatever Elias did to him could be done to others. Of course three things stop him. One he doesn’t really want to condemn anyone else to be what he is now, something not quite human but not quite machine, just stuck. Two, he doubts Elias would, Jon knows that she ship has an unhealthy fondness for him, that it wouldn’t put up for anyone having the chance to fill the void inside Jon, other than himself. Three, and the one he doesn’t really want to admit to himself, what if Elias likes the newer model better? Jon does t think he could truly handle the idea of Elias ever leaving him, even if he hates him so much at times for what he did. He’s still Jon’s first and only love, and treats Jon like he’s treasured.
So the Jon watches another batch of researchers leave the station to go on with their lives while he can never change. Maybe another little tether to humanity snaps inside him. Elias whispering softly to him that he’s there for him, that he always will be. That Jon has to get used to losing people, because that is what will be, but Jon will never lose him.
Jon laying his head against at Elias’s motherboard, listening to the soft hum, trying to categorize his feeling. He can’t even cry for those he’s lost, he can only lay here, and let the hum of machinery lull him to not quite sleep.
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.
Thinking about je drugging for the purposes of “de-stressing” Jon. Jon who gets so pent up and anxious and frustrated over his new responsibilities. Jon who likes sex but hates how complicated it can be, needs his agency stripped away from him so he can just lie back and feel good and cum. Who has a mildly questionable arrangement with Elias where, whenever he likes (so that Jon doesn’t have to make the decision and request himself of course), Elias will invite Jon to his office and drug him. Keep Jon as his personal fucktoy for the day. Jon all warm and sleepy and helpless while Elias manipulates his pliant body however he likes. Warming his cock in his mouth or cunt or ass for hours, fucking him long and hard and deep on every available surface, gently feeding him, keeping him sated and hydrated and drugged the whole day. He doesn’t get to make decisions. He can’t ask for what he wants, can’t tell Elias to stop, doesn’t have to worry about maintaining his boundaries because. Well that’s all up to Elias, isn’t it?
And of course when he gets pregnant he knows how, and why. They were always careful with condoms except when Jon was too sleepy and weak and drugged to insist. But… isn’t this what he asked for? What he wanted? For Elias to do whatever he wants, to not have to worry about communicating or figuring out his boundaries or making any choices at all. As long as he’s all drugged and helpless he’s Elias’ toy, his precious pet. He made this arrangement of his own free will, after all.
Look I just think it’d be hot if Jonah found Jon at his lowest and slowly inserted himself in his life and made him incredibly dependent on him. With a horrible bad power dynamic <3 Bonus points. Jon should know it’s bad and want it so so bad anyway screaming at himself for his shitty decisions the whole time. And he should whine for Jonah to fuck him until he feels better <333
Thinking about my Jon Sugarbaby au(which I just added more to go read it), and I’m just like god I want Jon to have way out of it, but also I want to make it so much worse. And I have chosen the path of evil today.
Look I just think it’d be hot if Jonah found Jon at his lowest and slowly inserted himself in his life and made him incredibly dependent on him. With a horrible bad power dynamic <3 Bonus points. Jon should know it’s bad and want it so so bad anyway screaming at himself for his shitty decisions the whole time. And he should whine for Jonah to fuck him until he feels better <333
PREV I am rotating that concept in my mind. Him meeting a handsome older man who looks bored out of his mind. They have an interesting conversation, he knows a lot about this place, and a lot in general. WAIT I could make this my one au. He gets to talking to him more, running into him now and then. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t look forward to it. Him learning this man knows a lot about things thatve haunted him his whole life. About leitners. About the supernatural. He’s so much wiser than he looks. He should idolize him. He should want to be him so so bad. Especially after finding out he’s trans too and quietly vibrating with gender envy. By the time he starts wanting out the doors are locked. It’s just him and Jonah, his closest confidant, his only true friend, his lover <3 and it’d be so lonely without him and nobody knows more about what he NEEDS to know than he does. So he curls up next to him, trying to hold back his sobs, and grinds on his thigh until the pain and fear is background noise to the buzz of arousal and being so so wanted. Jonah should shower him in sooo much praise. Jonah should offer him a place at the institute. “You’ll find answers there.” He knows it’s a trap. He also knows he can’t say no. Not because Jonah would do anything if he said so, but because this is who he is. There is no way he rejects this offer.
He should get bent over Jonahs desk and called his favorite, such a sweet boy, told that he belongs here, he has ALWAYS belonged here, he will make him so so happy here, he will be so loved and wanted and adored. He will never go hungry again. He will let him gorge himself on all the answers he’s ever craved. He’ll be alright <3 Jonah will never leave his side.
Its terrifying and everything he’s ever wanted and everything he’s ever feared. Jon thinks he might be in love with him.
God now I’m just thinking of all the ways Elias controls Jon the the Sugarbaby Au.
So he definitely controls him financially. Maybe Jon had a part time job which Elias had him quite so he could ‘focus’. Now if Jon lost Elias he would have nothing.
Tells him what to wear, he probably tossed a lot of Jon’s old clothing when he moved Jon into a new flat. He buys him clothes he wants to see him in.
He had the key to his flat, and walks in whenever wants.
Controls what he eats, probable started with subtle suggestions in the beginning, now he just orders for Jon when they go to restraints and such.
He vets all of Jon’s friends, but also anytime Jon makes plans Elias finds some reason to ruin them. So he keeps Jon dependent.
Finally any medications Jon needs, Elias probably set him up when a specific doctor that Elias can control. So when he wants to interfere with Jon’s BC he can, and Jon of course blames himself, because clearly he’s the one who messed up.
Also ways that he makes Jon uncertain, like giving Jon very short warning he’s coming over. Setting impossible standards, so Jon can never meet them. Giving him praise but it’s always conditional. Just Elias making him think everything he does isn’t good enough.
So. I actually had two ideas for this fic, so keep an eye on the notes for when I get the second one written and posted <3. They both involve somnophilia, I hope you don’t mind. This one wound up a tripple drabble because I love words <3
Warnings:
Noncon somnophilia. Jon is asleep the entire time Elias fucks him. (Is it ooc for Elias to do that? Yes. But is it hot? Even more yes, so I don’t care <3)
Implication that Elias has previously creeped on Jon (specifically that he has watched Jon masturbate) (I mean come on do you really think he wouldn’t?)
Also this fic was written by someone running on not enough sleep and fresh off a surgery. (I am in. Pain.) I can’t make any promises re: quality lol. Anyway that should be all. Enjoy!!
Look I just think after everything jons been through he should get to brutally rip Jonahs statement out of him and it should be the most erotic thing either of them have ever experienced. They should both be sweating and shivering like mad. They should both look progressively less human throughout as the truths ripped out of them. I think it should start with Jon leaning over him breathing heavily and whispering “I’m so *hungry*, Dad.” And Jonah immediately knows what he’s about to do. And he wants to be devoured. He wants the monster that he created to know him, to See him, brutal and horrible and cruel, and be enraptured by it’s beauty in a way only the two of them can understand. He wants to be eaten alive. Okay. Do you get it. I want Jon ripping secret after secret out of him until Jonahs panting and in tears and fear and arousal and twisted adoration have all blurred together into what can only be described as love, for his archivist. His boy. I think it should start with Jon looking almost cold and just like he’s described in scrutiny but throughout it he just looks so so hungry and needy and like he NEEDS to understand needs to rip it all out of him needs to Know him and it’s terrifying and wonderful and freeing. To be loved by another monster. Jonah needs to be frantically touching himself. Jon should be so so wet. Maybe Jon can be eating Jonah out during this actually that would be so fun. Do you see my vision.
I need Jon to Ask, does he love him. Does he care. Did he mean what he said. And he rips all of Jonahs feelings about him out. That he wants him to know him so badly that he wants to create him, mold him in his hands and hold something so fragile and beautiful and growing, something brilliant in the making, something that cannot leave him, bound to him so deeply. Something so beautiful and terrifying and wonderful. I need Jon to dig at every little question he ever had. Until Jonah is shaking under him like he’s done underneath him so so many times. I am. Normal
Jonah feeding vampire Jon while mocking him for his lack of self control all the while clearly enjoying being fed from a little TOO much will never not be so so good. Bonus points if Jonahs the one who turned him. I need Jon to get one taste of Jonahs blood and lose himself in it, he meant to be quick and gentle but he just can’t help it :(( I need Jonah to call him “Poor thing” in the most mocking way possible and Jon to shiver but he cant pull back. He’s so hungry. I’m so normal
AlphaSasha and AlphaElias both bring super territorial, except with each other. Don’t get me wrong they’re still competitive with each other, but that’s more just posturing.
When another Alpha gets near Jon though they both seem to appear out of nowhere. Jon just getting a statement while the Alpha giving it feels watched from all sides. Just radiating hostility because how dare another Alpha get near what’s theirs.
Both of them immediately rubbing their scents all over Jon when the other Alpha leaves.
Jon externally pretending to be annoyed, but inside he’s turning into a puddle.
I need Jon to be a Gothic heroine in the horniest way possible. Here is a place with all the answers you've ever wanted and a kind looking man who is so wise and reassuring and steady even when you fall apart. He is there for you when no one else is. He catches you when you fall. He strokes your back and tells you he's so proud of you, and it's okay, you can rest now. He'll handle it all from here. Here are all the answers you've ever needed to know. Don't you want to go inside? Don't you want to ask him a question? Aren't you curious? Don't you need to know? Go on, step into his institute. Let him dress you up in finery and shower you in praise and tell you you're beautiful. He won't force you through any doors, but he will suggest them. He will be waiting for you, watching to see if you'll cross through the other side. And he will greet you with a smile, pet your hair and tell you how proud he is, how clever you are. And you will learn to love him. Don't look behind you. Surely he wouldn't lock the door. Yes, of course he loves you, but surely not too much to let you leave. Isnt the nightgown he got you pretty? Sorry. I think I got possessed. This isn't even horny what happened. I just got hit by JONELIAS BUT GOTHIC beams. Whoops
- skiesandcandy
Jon didn’t know when the doors had locked for good.
Was it when he first arrived? Desperate for answers, and willing to do anything for them? Clawing at anything that could give him just the hint of where to start? When he had finally thought he found a place where he could belong?
Was it when he met Jonah? Who listened to him, showed him where he could find his answers, offered him a place. Jon had spent so much time searching for answers and here was someone who could help. Was it when he started letting Jonah take care of him? Dress him up in finery and whisper such sweet praise in his ear as he worked.
Was it when he went home with him after a long day of searching for answers? Was that the last line?
Was it when he accepted the white nightgown, the cloth soft against his skin. When he let Jonah kiss him and tell him that he was so very good? When Jonah pressed him into the bed, whispering that Jon was so perfect his hands cold on his skin. When he thrust inside, and Jon let him, because Jonah was the only one who had ever given him answers. When he filled him and Jon keened in pleasure, even as he ignored the feeling of being trapped seeping into his bones. When he lay there afterward caged in Jonah’s arms, staring at a reflection that didn’t look much like him anymore,
Jon didn’t want to look back at the doors now, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. No surely if he wanted to leave, he could, he wasn’t trapped he lied to himself. Jonah’s arms wrapped around him as he fought the urge to glance at the doors, his grip was iron tight his lips ghosting over his ear. “Come now Jon you have so much more to learn here, you aren’t thinking of leaving?”
Jon tried to speak tried to make a sound but it was like a hand had clamped down on his throat, and he knew the trap was sprung. Even if the doors were open wide there was nothing for Jon out there, his answers were here, Jonah was here.
So Jon let himself be led, to whatever horrible fate awaited him in the end, like a lamb to the slaughter. Only that wasn’t really true, he could have turned away, could have left at any point before the lock clicked shut. He was not an innocent lamb, he had seen the predator’s jaws and walked inside knowing what it meant as they clamped shut.
AlphaSasha and AlphaElias both bring super territorial, except with each other. Don’t get me wrong they’re still competitive with each other, but that’s more just posturing.
When another Alpha gets near Jon though they both seem to appear out of nowhere. Jon just getting a statement while the Alpha giving it feels watched from all sides. Just radiating hostility because how dare another Alpha get near what’s theirs.
Both of them immediately rubbing their scents all over Jon when the other Alpha leaves.
Jon externally pretending to be annoyed, but inside he’s turning into a puddle.
I need Jon to be a Gothic heroine in the horniest way possible. Here is a place with all the answers you've ever wanted and a kind looking man who is so wise and reassuring and steady even when you fall apart. He is there for you when no one else is. He catches you when you fall. He strokes your back and tells you he's so proud of you, and it's okay, you can rest now. He'll handle it all from here. Here are all the answers you've ever needed to know. Don't you want to go inside? Don't you want to ask him a question? Aren't you curious? Don't you need to know? Go on, step into his institute. Let him dress you up in finery and shower you in praise and tell you you're beautiful. He won't force you through any doors, but he will suggest them. He will be waiting for you, watching to see if you'll cross through the other side. And he will greet you with a smile, pet your hair and tell you how proud he is, how clever you are. And you will learn to love him. Don't look behind you. Surely he wouldn't lock the door. Yes, of course he loves you, but surely not too much to let you leave. Isnt the nightgown he got you pretty? Sorry. I think I got possessed. This isn't even horny what happened. I just got hit by JONELIAS BUT GOTHIC beams. Whoops
Jon didn’t know when the doors had locked for good.
Was it when he first arrived? Desperate for answers, and willing to do anything for them? Clawing at anything that could give him just the hint of where to start? When he had finally thought he found a place where he could belong?
Was it when he met Jonah? Who listened to him, showed him where he could find his answers, offered him a place. Jon had spent so much time searching for answers and here was someone who could help. Was it when he started letting Jonah take care of him? Dress him up in finery and whisper such sweet praise in his ear as he worked.
Was it when he went home with him after a long day of searching for answers? Was that the last line?
Was it when he accepted the white nightgown, the cloth soft against his skin. When he let Jonah kiss him and tell him that he was so very good? When Jonah pressed him into the bed, whispering that Jon was so perfect his hands cold on his skin. When he thrust inside, and Jon let him, because Jonah was the only one who had ever given him answers. When he filled him and Jon keened in pleasure, even as he ignored the feeling of being trapped seeping into his bones. When he lay there afterward caged in Jonah’s arms, staring at a reflection that didn’t look much like him anymore,
Jon didn’t want to look back at the doors now, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. No surely if he wanted to leave, he could, he wasn’t trapped he lied to himself. Jonah’s arms wrapped around him as he fought the urge to glance at the doors, his grip was iron tight his lips ghosting over his ear. “Come now Jon you have so much more to learn here, you aren’t thinking of leaving?”
Jon tried to speak tried to make a sound but it was like a hand had clamped down on his throat, and he knew the trap was sprung. Even if the doors were open wide there was nothing for Jon out there, his answers were here, Jonah was here.
So Jon let himself be led, to whatever horrible fate awaited him in the end, like a lamb to the slaughter. Only that wasn’t really true, he could have turned away, could have left at any point before the lock clicked shut. He was not an innocent lamb, he had seen the predator’s jaws and walked inside knowing what it meant as they clamped shut.
I think some of the lesser artifacts in artifact storage should be used for sexual purposes. Elias having Jon tests some of the ones that he knows are relatively safe, on the pretense of teaching Jon to properly recognize them.
I think it’s fun when Elias points out how greedy and insatiable Jon is and thinks it’s absolutely adorable. I think Jon should be lovingly humiliated and so so ashamed, burying his face in his shoulder and getting so many pets and nips at his neck. I just think. They
Jon begging to be punished when he’s very low mentally. Jon falling apart and sobbing during it. Jonah rubbing his back and murmuring “You really needed this, didn’t you?” Being merciless and so so loving with him at the same time. Spanks him raw and then runs his fingers through his hair until he can talk without sobbing. Forces him onto his back and takes him on the floor, telling him he’s so good and he’s strong enough to take it, he knows he can, it’s okay, it’ll feel so good, he’s so brave. It might fix him. We’ll never know unless we try.
Ohh wait cnc scene concept. Jonah making jon “make it up to him” after misbehaving. Doesn’t he want to be better for him? Doesn’t he want to show him how good he can be? He doesn’t want to get punished again, does he? Jon going limp in his arms because he want to please him so bad and just sobbing and whining that it hurts it hurts it hurts the whole time and Jonah saying he knows. It’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. “See? Look, you’re already wet. Doesn’t it feel good? I told you it wasn’t just for me.” Taking a finger through jons own slick and making him lick it off,,, kissing his forehead and telling him how brave he’s being, how sweet he is for letting him hurt him to make him feel better, what a good boy, what a sweet thing. Jon should slowly get limp and pliant, all soft and well behaved,,, Jonah tells him how proud he is. He’s doing so well. He’s so lucky to have such a sweet boy all to himself. Jon should be sooo deep in subspace by the end of it only thinking about making it up to him and being so so much better, making him so proud <3
Love that everytime I talk about a je concept someone goes “this is so good. What if we make it more toxic.” Ur all so right. What if we DID make it more toxic. What if they did have miniminal / extremely unhealthy aftercare. What if Jonah had Jon so so dependent on him. Subtly manipulated him into needing his guidance and help “de stressing” more and more often. What if it WAS more toxic.
This is the ideal je vibe to me. Do you understand.
Elias’ hand is a pleasant weight on his hips. If he keeps embarrassing him in front of his donors, though, he’s going to set the whole party on fire.
“Jealousy really doesn’t look good on you, you know that?” Jon grumbles, trying his best to keep his voice down. He can’t tell if people are staring. The back of his neck is burning. He’s suddenly regretting not wearing more layers. People…probably can’t see the collar. Especially not from far away. But it’s a heavy weight around his neck, and he worries if it could jingle loud enough to raise some eyebrows.
His teeth gnaw at his bottom lip. For multiple reasons, only some of which are anybody’s business.
“You’re right. It suits you far more than it does me.” Elias hums, taking a sip of his obscenely expensive wine. He thinks this whole place costs more than he’s made in his entire life. God, he hates rich people. He can’t believe he’s letting one fuck him. Georgie would kick him down the stairs.
“Since when have I gotten jealous?” He scoffs, fidgeting with the stupid tie that feels like it might strangle him. Elias had tried to insist on wearing something else, clothes that made his chest hurt, but a suit was far more practical. And it’d raise a lot less eyebrows. God knows Elias loved being unprofessional with him. The earrings were bad enough, even if they made him giddy. He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten jealous. Elias had a husband, for God’s sake, and he didn’t even say a peep.
“Whenever I went more than five minutes without paying you attention.”
Jon rolls his eyes. His hand goes up to tug on his collar without thinking about it, before putting it back down. Damn habits. Elias smiles at him knowingly. “I don’t know why you’re so pressed about it. You said it was, what, open?”
“Of course. I just don’t want anyone to forget who you belong to.”
For a moment, his hand goes to the back of his neck. Scritches at the bottom of his scalp, so gently. He can suddenly feel several eyes on them, burning a hole in the back of his neck. Far too many people wondering what he was doing.
His hand falls back down, and Elias smiles at him. Professional and composed.
“I’m looking forward to taking you home, Jon.”
“I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”
Elias chuckles softly, wiping a bit of hair out of Jon’s face. “You’re a horrible liar.”
He can still feel people staring. He doesn’t think he hates it as much as he wants to.
I need to add more daddy kink to je vampires tbh. It’s RIGHT there. Whining to his dad that he’s so hungry and so wet and he’s boredddd can’t he touch him?? Can’t he let him feed a little? Can’t he hold him and touch him and love him? Jon being so whiny and needy when he’s a fledgling. Jon should moan out “dad” when he’s feeding so lost in the bliss of his sweet sweet blood and all the praise and humiliation and the gentle scritching at the back of his scalp. Jon should lose himself humping his leg face covered in sweet sweet blood because he’s a messy eater, he doesn’t know how to control himself. Jonah should wipe his face while chiding him for the mess, saying he needs his dad to do everything for him, doesn’t he? It’s okay, he doesn’t mind. But God, he’s so needy. So helpless. Poor baby. Jon should whine and lean into his touch, fangs still out. Still quietly hoping his dad will give him more. I’m really normal btw
Jon should call him dad when he’s begging to feed. Jon should call him dad when he’s offering his own neck to feed off of (a secret plea for approval, to be kept). Jon should call him dad when he’s being turned in the first place. I need them to be weird about each other. I need Jon to wake up wet and hungry and immediately start calling for his dad on instinct. His dad will make it better. OK.
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.
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 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
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)
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