I love when Elias genuinely cares for jon just in the most fucked up way possible. Adds more flavor. If he’s just using jon then frankly it’s boring yk? It’s interesting to analyze Elias through the lens of genuinely caring about the people around him, just not as much as he cares about himself. I need to study him under a microscope
I like it when Elias treats Jon like he’s sweet and helpless. So smart and talented but utterly helpless and needing him to take such good care of him. Yknow. Like “Aw, look at you. You really are a fast learner, arent you? What a good boy.” But also “Oh, poor baby. What are you doing out here on your own? Someone should be taking care of you.” I think that combined treatment kills him with hammers but yk. In a good way
elias giving Jon plushies and then fucking him while he's cuddling them. actually bonus points if it's a build a bear because that can Plausibly be a normal date, many people Do do that as a normal date, but. jon know. he's being taken to get a new toy by his dad. idk is this anything I'm just thinking about plushies (cuddling mine)
OUGH??? Jon red faced and embarassed the whole time he’s there but giddy and excited,, Jon squirming the whole ride home,,, Jon after a punishment holding onto it so tightly and whining, hiding his tear stained face in the soft fur,,, Jon having protested at first because what would it even Do for him he doesnt actually need it but it’s comforting and keeps him grounded and makes him feel small and safe and so so wanted in a way he can’t describe,,, also the mental image of Jon flushed on his lap while holding his plushie is just really really cute to me. Yk.
It’s so important to me that everybody knows Elias is different with Jon. Does it make sense that Gertrude wouldn’t? Not really, but, after all, she really wasn’t here that often, and if she was smart enough to avoid Elias’s eyes for decades, I’m sure he could be smart enough in return to play with her own expectations of him and specifically hide Jon from her, so that she would think that Sasha is the obvious choice to replace her (possibly because Sasha is so much like her, and/or already so ready to dive in head first into beholding).
But everybody else? The researchers, Rosie, Sasha&Tim? Oh they know. They’ve known since the very first weeks Jonathan Sims joined the Institute. Elias was not normal about him from the START. And yes, they all joked about it - not always necessarily in a nice way, even, granted, and possibly too close to Jon’s ears, a few times - but can you blame them? The way Jon can just barge into Elias’s office and Elias lets him; the way Elias just starts going down much more often into the researchers’s part of the building; the way Elias sits next to Jon every week during the weekly team lunch; they way they just stare at each other, the way Prickly, overly Serious, kind of mean and condescending Jon just melts and flushes and stutters at times when Elias gives him a ounce of praise, or let a hand brush over his shoulders……. The way he’s so clearly trying to IMPRESS this middle-aged boring man who has nothing to go for him except impeccable tailored suit and an alright face. (and the way it’s clearly WORKING. The way Elias is clearly ENJOYING Jon Sims, his conversation, his snark, his demands and his endless questions and, yes, his fluttering as well…)
I don’t know where i’m going with this i just love it when i experience jonelias through external POV.
Thinking about free-use but not by choice Jon again. The contract works on others, except Elias and the various Avatars he lets use Jon, where they see the whole thing as perfectly normal.
Of course Jon is there for stress relief, no matter what he says. Everyone at the Institute is allowed his mouth and ass, his pussy is of course only for Elias’s use.
Jon knowing this isn’t normal, but unable to ask for help because everyone else is either affected or doesn’t care.
Jon blacking out the first time he tries to stay home from work only to find himself walking in the front doors of the Institute. He learns not to wear any clothes he cares about because whatever he wears is often torn open or off to show off his tits, cunt and ass.
Elias offering to drive him home, considering his other option is to take the tube half naked he agrees. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when Elias doesn’t even need to ask where he lives. Elias fucking him in the back seat before he leaves, Jon crying and begging him to stop but he can’t really fight back. Offering Jon a jacket to cover himself so no one in his building will see anything, but only after agreeing to wear the plug Elias slips into his pussy, to keep his nice and filled.
Jon collapsing once he gets inside curling up on the couch to cry, but knowing he has to go back tomorrow.
Thinking about free-use but not by choice Jon again. The contract works on others, except Elias and the various Avatars he lets use Jon, where they see the whole thing as perfectly normal.
Of course Jon is there for stress relief, no matter what he says. Everyone at the Institute is allowed his mouth and ass, his pussy is of course only for Elias’s use.
Jon knowing this isn’t normal, but unable to ask for help because everyone else is either affected or doesn’t care.
Jon blacking out the first time he tries to stay home from work only to find himself walking in the front doors of the Institute. He learns not to wear any clothes he cares about because whatever he wears is often torn open or off to show off his tits, cunt and ass.
Elias offering to drive him home, considering his other option is to take the tube half naked he agrees. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when Elias doesn’t even need to ask where he lives. Elias fucking him in the back seat before he leaves, Jon crying and begging him to stop but he can’t really fight back. Offering Jon a jacket to cover himself so no one in his building will see anything, but only after agreeing to wear the plug Elias slips into his pussy, to keep his nice and filled.
Jon collapsing once he gets inside curling up on the couch to cry, but knowing he has to go back tomorrow.
Oh yes definitely he’s messing with Jon’s birth control, after all Jon can’t leave the Institute during work hours. So Elias has plenty of opportunities.
Jon seeking somewhere to hide after particularly rough morning where he was tied up in research to be used by everyone. They’re very clear with their disdain for him, and not kind as they fuck him. Leaving him bruised and in pain as they all go to lunch.
He ends up in Elias’s office, when Elias gets back from lunch. Jon curled up in the corner crying and shaking, scared to go back out. Elias saying that Jon should really get to work if he doesn’t have any business in his office, and Jon can already start to feel the pull to get back to work. Jon gets the hint and spends the second half of the day sitting under Elias’s desk warming his cock, in between sessions of being bred over his desk.
It’s less painful and Elias is almost kind, letting him cum, and praising him for being good. So Jon starts seeing Elias’s office as a refuge whenever he can’t take it anymore. He still hates it, still wishes it would all stop, but he still can’t fight against it.
Jon realizing he’s pregnant and going to Elias because he’s basically the only person who treats him almost like a person anymore. Elias comforting him, telling him he’s such a good boy, and that he’s going to look so pretty.
When Elias drives Jon home that night, he takes him back to his house instead. Jon doesn’t even think to fight, he’s had most of the fight beaten out of him at this point. Jon still hates every minute of being used, but at least Elias holds him after like he cares about him.
in intern au do you think elias ever fucks Jon in his student halls. presuming Jon is going to uni. having to keep quiet because the walls aren't that thick, the bed is small... it would be so much better to do it at elias's or even the Institute but how good it is isn't really the point. the point is to take him in the one space Jon has all of his own
Ohhh your BRAIN. Elias visiting while he’s off at Oxford. Jon terrified the whole time that someone will know that he brought Elias into his room, know what they’re doing, put two and two together- while Elias just says that they don’t have to worry about it as long as he keeps quiet. Jons terror and arousal mixing together…Elias looking at him knowingly and asking if this is doing it for him. Jon doesn’t answer, he just grumbles into his shoulder.
Hngh. Intern au je. Jon being soooo excited when he gets a proper job at the institute. So relieved. The feeling of being watched is more intense than ever but it’s almost…not comfortable. But a constant. Lives under his skin, squirming and festering and feeding him.
There’s a statement about a woman who stuck her hand in a wasps nest. He reads it a few times. He can’t put a finger on why it got to him. Why it takes up so much of his brain. Elias puts a hand on his back and says maybe he should go home. He doesn’t have anything much to do at home, besides his work.
I love intern au Jon because just he gets his first job. He doesn’t know that the way Elias treats him is abnormal, he’s just happy to be seen. No one tries to warn him because he comes off as a prick, even when he’s not trying to most of his coworkers. His coworkers actually getting a bit mean, and isolating Jon which just has him spending more time with Elias.
Jon oblivious to the hints and the nuance, he doesn’t see anything wrong when Elias squeezes his shoulder and tells him he’s doing good. Isn’t that just how bosses are? Sure Jon has a bit of a crush on Elias but he’s old enough to be his dad. Jon sometimes wishes he was his dad, that he had someone who cared about him like Elias seemed to.
Elias giving Jon more responsibility, he has to stay later, some times it’s just him and Elias. Jon exhausting himself trying to make Elias proud. Jon passing out at his desk one night, waking up to find Elias stroking his hair. Elias offers to help him home and Jon agrees, it is late after all. Part of Jon knows it’s weird to have your boss drive you home, but it’s Elias it’s fine.
Elias getting to Jon’s flat walking him up, Jon has to invite him in of course, it’s only polite. Elias pinning Jon to the wall and kissing him, telling Jon he see what he’s doing. Elias feeling Jon up, playing with his tits telling him that he always knew he wanted this. Making Jon feel like he’s the one who encouraged Elias, that he was the one leading Elias on.
Jon not able to argue, and besides he had fantasized hadn’t he? Maybe it was an innocent crush but has he been sending signals?
Elias fucking Jon until he forgets that he ever had an objection, telling him that he’s so good. It’s too much Jon wasn’t ready for this, but now that it’s happened he can’t do anything. Jon begging Elias to stop, please dad, but Elias just holds him close and tells him shh, he’s got him. Elias coming deep inside him stroking his stomach, Jon whimpering that he’s not on any birth control.
Elias pulling him close, telling him it’s okay he’ll take care of everything, thought that doesn’t really address what he’d do. Jon clinging to Elias, because he wants comfort and Elias has been the person he turns to for comfort for quite some time. Even if Elias is the reason he needs the comfort right now.
Godddd thinking about intern au Jon. Jon who’s known elias for longer. Jon after a long day of work going into Elias’ office, presses his head into the crook of his neck. Grinding on his thigh, making little “ah ah ah” noises, as Elias runs his fingers through his hair. Elias asking what he wants and Jon whining that he doesnt know, he’s tired, he’s wet. Jon all tired and grumpy and grinding on Elias’ thigh and whining at him until he feels better. Just…Jon.
Jon exhausted after a rough statement. Feeling different and strange. So he goes to his father. He doesn’t tell him, but he tries to pry some answers out. He climbs into his lap. He rides him until Elias is making soft noises of his own, far more restrained than Jon is. Elias asking if he’s alright. Jon waves him off and sinks deeper onto him, letting out a satisfied little sigh. He feels a little more grounded, a little less frayed, when his father’s here. Less like he could just crumble away into the wind. It worries him that Elias has so much effect on whether or not he’s okay. On everything about him. He doesn’t like that he’s like this. That he cares so so deeply about what Elias thinks. It’s….frustrating. He buries his head in his chest and groans.
“What is it now, Jon? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“M tired.”
“You can sleep here, if you want.” He scritches his scalp. “I’ll take care of you.”
His arms are warm and steady. His voice rumbles in his chest, vibrations pleasant. He wishes he brought his plushie. It’s a stupid thought. Obviously he’s not bringing one to work. But he’s tired and today sucked and his dad’s warm.
Girl help. I’m thinking about Elias dressing Jon up again. I think Jon would only like it in a certain way/to a certain degree. But he LOVES stealing Elias’ clothes. Makes him feel warm. Especially when they’re far bigger on him. Gets a little thrill out of it.
Hear me out. Closeted transmasc jon being a clothing thief. Wearing Elias’ clothes and having Feelings. Bonus points if it cracks the egg. Do you see my vision
Maybe he got absolutely Railed. Fucked into the mattress, cumming again and again. Can’t even stand in the aftermath. Eyes sort of glassy and uncomprehending. (One of?) his partners says something to him and he just sort of stares and blinks at them cause he didn’t even hear. Nothing but static in his head every thought fucked away from him. Soooo sleepy and clueless and cute.
Elias eating him out on his desk or in a supply closet on an early institute morning. Edging Jon again and again until he finally lets Jon cum. Jon collapsing all boneless and spent onto the floor. Elias chuckling fondly as he helps him to his feet, needing to walk him down to the archives cause his legs are all jelly and Elias doesn’t trust he won’t go falling down the stairs.
Or darker, maybe. Someone forcing Jon to the ground, over the nearest surface, even down into his own bed. Mind going blank when they force their way inside him. Pleading no stop please even as he’s railed into the mattress. Them fucking him until all he can say is please please please, not even sure what he’s asking for anymore. Dimly aware that he hates this, that it’s wrong, but his body is reacting with pleasure. Cumming on a stranger’s invading fingers, their hard cock. Body feeling so much pleasure that he can’t focus on anything but how good the violation is. Dumped on the ground in a heap afterwards, cum leaking from his sore, used cunt as he stares up blearily at his rapist. Moving too slow to cover himself when they take a picture of his naked body. Legs trembling when he tries to stand up, not really thinking, falling back down to the ground again. Just lying there in a fucked-out stupor, all miserable and helpless and naked. Where anyone could do whatever they wanted to him and he wouldn’t even really be able to react….
Nipple clamps under Jon's clothes all day. Hurting so good. Distracting him. Maybe visible if his clothes are tight enough. Having them tightened partway through the day because he's gotten too used to them... he doesn't take them off because he's Good.
(Pair this with some rope under his clothes and that makes for an utterly needy pliant Jon, I suspect.)
He could take them off so easily. He doesn’t. Doesn’t even cross his mind. Squirming and panting quietly because it hurts and his whole body feels like it’s on fire and he can’t think straight, can hardly form a thought. Constantly distracted, straining against the ropes just to be reminded he can’t get out. He’s stuck. He’s caught and owned and he has a task and he’s going to do so good and he’s going to get rewarded and he’s not a person, not right now. Just something for Elias to watch and admire.
Goddd. Jon whimpering barely able to do anything sooo pliant <33 flushed and floating barely even aware of his surroundings. Only focused on being good. Eyes sooo hazy <3Quietly drowning in the knowledge he’s doing good. He’s not even struggling or making a scene because he’s good and he’s going to be so good all day, even though he’s so wet and he wants to just go and present himself and get fucked and be used :(( . I am thinking. I am putting this in my back pocket for later. I think Elias should torment Jon with shit under his clothes more often tbh. Vibrators. Tail plugs. A plug that keeps his cum inside actually would be very fun. Lots of cuts and bruises all over his chest, making sure he wears something that constantly presses against them. I’m thinking. I’m thinking about it
Thinking about Jon under the effects of the camera again. Maybe another artifact that’s localized just to him so Jonah can play with him, a necklace or something. Yes Jonah loves his little Archive all full with knowledge, but he’s also so very pretty when he’s all emptied out.
Just empty headed and confused, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He can’t remember how he got here. He feels so good as he’s held down, as he’s filled, as he’s fucked. He wants to be filled the Archive is so empty, it’s not supposed to be. Jon passed around, maybe at a fundraiser, he’s the entertainment, but this way he can’t ask his nagging little questions. He’s just there to be used.
Jon left on the floor afterward, the Artifact slipping off him and all of it rushes back. It’s horrifying as he remembers begging telling everyone he was so empty. He tries to lie to himself that he didn’t enjoy it, but when the videotape is dropped off at his flat later, well he needs to confirm that it was real.
Thinking about the Elias forcing Jon to wear nipple clamps, ropes, vibrators or anything really to work. Jon trying so hard to be inconspicuous, but it’s hard when your all-seeing boss knows just when to click the vibrator higher, or walk past you and under the pretense of fixing your tie tug on the clamps on his nipples.
So of course others notice, and it becomes a thing of gossip. Everyone whispering about uptight Sims wearing those sorts of things to work. What a little slut. Maybe a few of them corner him, pull up his shirt to show off his puffy clamped nipples, or yank his pants down to show off how wet he is.
Maybe they use it as an invitation, taking pictures, and making Jon suck them off. Otherwise these photos are ending up posted on the bulletin board in research, or on the internet. Jon terrified, hoping maybe Elias will save him, he won’t, unless they go too far. He’s been watching his hand on his dick since they first started.
Jon going to Elias after, who comforts him, wipes away his tears. But also mentions that if Jon had been better at hiding it maybe it wouldn’t have happened.
Thinks about camera jon. Elias telling him to touch himself and jon forgetting that he is looking down and getting sooo confused. Jon keeping forgetting over and over again. Thinking about Jon not knowing why he’s sweating or why everything feels so good. Being blindsided by cumming all over himself. Jon whining that he doesnt know what’s happening, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know anything, why does it feel so good, why can’t he think, it’s so much, dad, please-
Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims
- skiesandcandy
“You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.
Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.
Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.
Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.
“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?
“Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”
“Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”
He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.
“Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.
Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.
“Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”
Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.
“Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.
“Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.
“Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.
“Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.
Look I just think Jon deserves to get drugged out of his mind and given everything he feels terrible for wanting when he’s too blissed out to hate himself. I think he deserves to be fully treated like Elias’ wonderful son who’s sooo helpless right now, poor baby, good thing his dad’s here to take care of him. I think he should exploit all his most embarrassing kinks. He should push so hard on his bladder as he whimpers and whines unable to form the words that wait he can’t he’s gonna- until he loses control. I think Elias should mock him so much for how helpless he is like this. Can’t even tell when he needs to go, poor baby, what was he doing all on his own? For shame. He needs someone to take care of him. Jon sniffling and whining soo embarassed and so turned on and whimpering but you can barely make out what he’s saying from how slurred it is. Doesn’t need to worry about talking or participating or even being good. His dad can make him <3 it’s okay. He doesn’t have to worry about anything. His fathers here now, all that matters is feeling good and being praised for barely even being able to move on his own. Jon is having a religious experience
It starts all innocent. Young intern Jon (YES we’re going here again. I love power imbalance <3) being taken under Elias’ wing. And of course there are rumors. Middle-aged alpha in a position of power over a young handsome omega? Taking a special interest in him? But Elias mostly seems oddly paternal. The sort of pleased rumbles alphas normally make when they’re proud of their kid. Someone overhears Elias letting out a deep comforting purr to Jon when he was stressing over a case. (And then maybe it gets out that Jon is an orphan and oh, it’s just sort of sweet.)
Jon with an embarrassing crush on his handsome alpha boss. It didn’t start out that way, certainly. It was just… professional admiration. Respect. Feeling comforted by his warm alpha scent, his reassuring, rumbly subvocals. It feels a little like having a dad*. Firm and stern but kind and loving too. Someone to look up to. To seek praise from. But then… maybe a few wires get crossed, or maybe Jon’s instincts start to get the wrong idea, or maybe there’s just something fundamentally broken in him, because being near Elias starts to make him feel… different. His subvocals are still just as comforting and reassuring, but now they ignite heat in Jon’s groin. Jon finds himself leaning too close to him, taking too-long inhales of his woodsy alpha scent (and it does more than just soothe him, now). He tries to ignore the feelings for as long as he possibly can but they’re becoming more and more prominent. And the worst part is how deeply they’re tied to the idea of Elias as his dad. Elias will let out that proud parent purr when Jon does some particularly impressive work or makes a particularly interesting point during a conversation and Jon will find himself dripping wet. A warm, firm hand on his shoulder, a stern voice reprimanding him for getting into yet another argument with the other interns… it. Affects him.
It’s only a matter of time before he breaks, begins touching himself to the thought of Elias fucking him. What if Elias had to care for him through a heat and couldn’t resist? What if Elias pinned him to a desk and just took what he wanted? What if he did something wrong and Elias punished him, made him present for his father’s cock? And he hates himself afterwards every time, and during too. Can’t escape the feeling that someone, somewhere, is watching him whine for his dad while he fingers himself. That everyone else Knows what he thinks about in the privacy of his room, in the dark and dead of night.
But it’s fine. His feelings, wrong as they may be, are at least private. Nobody knows, certainly not Elias. And they’d never go anywhere, because Elias doesn’t reciprocate and, well, surely Jon has some self-restraint even if he did….
(He doesn’t. But you knew that already <3)
Jon at the tail end of pre-heat, needy and lonely. Late enough that almost everyone else has gone home. Seeking out his father’s warmth and presence. Elias is out of office (maybe in the bathroom, maybe checking in on one of the departments) but Jon’s always been allowed to stop by whenever he pleases. So he just curls up on the couch, breathes in Elias’ scent, grinds a little into the cushions before he can stop himself. Elias’ couch is going to smell like Jon’s arousal and pre-heat desperation but he can barely bring himself to care, the pressure is just what he needed.
Elias coming into the office, seeing Jon, inhaling his scent. Jon looking at him with wide frightened eyes even as his hips continue to move without his permission because it feels so good and he can’t stop himself and drowning in the smell of the alpha he has so many complicated feelings about is only making his heat happen faster… Elias stroking down his back, telling him it’s alright, he understands. “Take what you need, it’s alright…” letting out that soft alpha rumble parents make to soothe their children and that’s all it takes, Jon cumming in his pants with a whine.
Jon a little more lucid than before, embarrassed and mortified by what he’s done, ready to bolt, but Elias stops him (and the firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place, is reminding him far too much of his late-night fantasies, of being helpless before his dad, a hole for Elias’ pleasure…). He can’t let Jon go home alone like this. What kind of boss would he be? Jon nodding, caving, because Elias is warm and kind and paternal, and he smells so good, and a part of Jon that cannot be stifled by heat nor by shame just wants to make his dad proud.
And of course by the time they get to Elias’ house he’s has been trapped in a car with Jon’s heat-scent for a good few minutes. And maybe the arousal began to kick in again, maybe Jon began to palm his crotch. Maybe Elias had to tell him to touch himself. He knows how badly Jon needs it. He’s in heat, after all, and it’s perfectly natural. Jon barely has the presence of mind to ask why Elias isn’t driving him to his own room (I imagine he’d probably be staying in a cheap hotel for the week, being an 18 year old intern and all…) but Elias tells him that he just wants to take care of him. That he’s not sure Jon would be safe in a hotel by himself, where anyone could smell him, try to get into his room…
Elias showing Jon to a guest room, saying he’s going to get him a drink, but Jon grabs onto him and begs him to stay. Drinking in Elias’ scent, grinding on his leg…. and how is Elias meant to resist, when his son is begging so prettily? He did promise to take care of Jon, after all…
Guiding him to the bed, showing him how to present, mounting him. Letting out those soothing paternal alpha subvocals all the while (the ones that make Jon shudder and whine and clench). Soon they’re both lost to the heat, Elias knotting his son, Jon unable to reach orgasm until he feels Elias pumping him full of cum.
Elias keeps him well-fucked through the rest of the heat, breeding Jon whenever he needs it. Perhaps in a moment of lucidity Jon confesses that he’s never shared a heat with anyone before (maybe that he’s never fucked anyone at all, (certainly he’d be very inexperienced compared to Elias…)) and Jon purrs reassuringly. He’ll take care of Jon. Show him just what he needs, teach him how to enjoy sex, to enjoy a heat, just like any good father should (Jon, impaled on his cock, grinding down onto the knot lodged inside of him, cums again).
When the heat ends and Jon is fully in his right mind again he’ll feel awful, guilty. That his hormones took him out of his mind so badly he threw himself at his boss. That he let an alpha into his bed for a heat, and he’s almost certainly pregnant. That he feels so close to Elias, closer than before, still views him as his dad, despite everything they did together.
(BECAUSE of everything they did together…)
He’s pregnant. It’s almost guaranteed. Like he’s not just starting his academic career. Like he can afford to care for however many kids Elias bred him up with (and he must surely have a litter in him, with how much time they spent together… how many times Elias bred him full (his stomach is still a little distended from all the cum)). He’s panicking but it’s alright, his father is here, taking Jon into the cage of his arms. Pinning him down. Beginning to slowly thrust inside of Jon, letting out soothing subvocals all the while. Jon responding with the same chirps and chitters he’d used throughout his heat. Dad, please, I need you. Please I’m scared. I need you. I love you. I need you…
Just. Omegaverse fauxcest everyone.
*I do NOT have the brainpower to overthink omegaverse gender roles right now. It’d be more complicated than that but “he’s like a father to me” is the general gist of Jon’s feelings.
I don’t know how you’d ever get this much honesty out of him but I want Jon to whisper “I wish I was your kid” to elias. Okay. I have no idea how he’d ever be this honest. Ever. But the image has been HAUNTING me
❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜ je for the Sci fi au? Maybe?
“I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?
Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.
Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…
It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.
If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.
“You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”
“Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?
“I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.
Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?
The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.
His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.
“I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.
“I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.
“As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”
“I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?
Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.
Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…
It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.
If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.
“You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”
“Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?
“I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.
Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?
The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.
His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.
“I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.
“I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.
“As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”
Elias should have a little dog bed under his desk for Jon.
At first Jon refused to use it. It was humiliating. Degrading. Did Elias seriously expect him to- to sit in that?? Wouldn’t cockwarm Elias under his desk anymore, which did almost win Elias back over, but he knew Jon’s bark was stronger than his bite. He would cave.
And he did. Slowly at first. On those days where all he wanted was to hold Elias’ cock in his mouth, receive his warm, soft affection, that gentle touch on his hair, where nothing was expected of him but this. And so he would reluctantly slip to his knees and crawl backwards onto the dog bed. And Elias would tilt Jon’s head back and call him “good boy” while unzipping his trousers, and Jon would ignore how it made him shiver. How kneeling for Elias in his little dog bed made him wet.
He’d start to fantasize about it. Elias bringing the dog bed out from under the desk. Keeping Jon on it (leashed and collared, of course), making Jon suck him off while anyone who wanted could just come in and See. Jon whining for his owner’s cock while some donor or employee watched him hump Elias’ leg like a dog in heat. Ashamed of how hard the idea always makes him cum.
And then it escalates. Elias getting Jon a dog toy, something nice and big enough to hump. “I can’t have you making a mess of my shoes, Jon. And we both know how you are when it comes to self control.” Pressing it against Jon’s cunt and smirking when he gasps and shudders at the spark of pleasure and heat it ignites. Jon warming Elias’ cock again. Sleepy and aroused, going to rut against Elias’ thigh until he pulls out and moves it away. “No Jon, we talked about this. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?” Letting Jon continue until the moment he tries to bring himself off on Elias, until Jon is desperate and whining and begging for touch. Kicking the dog toy over to him. Not letting him take Elias’ cock back into his mouth until he begins to hump it. Helplessly rolling his hips down onto it again and again until he cums, gasping and swallowing around Elias’ hardening cock.
Jon thinks about curling up in his little dog bed often. The softness, the comfort, everything falling away except for being a good boy (a good dog, Elias’ good dog). Soon Elias buys him more dog toys. Things for him to suck and chew on when Elias is spent and Jon is still feeling restless. Gets him a collar and a leash. Maybe even sends him a dog bed for use at home, when he doesn’t have Elias to comfort and care for him like he needs.
Perhaps he even gets some newspapers, puppy pads (or whatever they’re called) to make Jon use while he’s being Elias’ dog. At first Jon refuses to use them, tries to hold it till the end of the scene, but he can never last long enough. Letting out a sad little whine as he wets himself, pee flooding his trousers and soaking the dog bed. Until, of course, he gives in. Shamefully pulls off his pants and underwear and squats to piss where he’s supposed to, like a good dog.
Always, Jon pushes back, loudly resisting every gift and gesture and request until his own need and desire wins out and he gives in. Submits to Elias and lets himself be a good boy, just like he needs.
Elias should just get to enjoy Jon while he records a statement in general….
Thinking about pregnant Jon. Reading out a statement while Elias sinks down and begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his soft tits, swollen with milk. Leaning in to drink from Jon, suckling from one nipple while he squeezes the other, milk dribbling onto Jon’s swollen stomach, his trousers… Jon’s soft little gasps even as he keeps going…… Elias drinking from him greedily.
When Jon is done Elias instructs him to read another statement. Then another. Then another. Jon runs out of milk near the end of the first statement, but Elias continues to play with his sensitive chest while Jon squirms beneath him. Eventually of course Jon needs the bathroom, he hasn’t gone in a while and the pregnancy means he needs to pee more often now. But Elias has managed to fit Jon in his lap and he’s feeling quite comfortable now (he’d just sit on Jon’s lap, but there was little enough room before Jon’s stomach got so big and heavy with Elias’ baby). Surely Jon can wait? Just a few more statements. Jon so so full and aroused but Elias is already sliding another statement in front of him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint Elias, does he?
(Doesn’t want to disappoint his father. But he can’t think like that. Not when he’s been spreading his legs for Elias for months now, not when he’s carrying his baby; no, he has to forget that fantasy.)
Eventually it gets to be too much. But Elias still won’t let him get up, rubbing his hands admiringly all over Jon’s stomach. Pressing down on just the wrong (right) spot, Jon moaning and begging “no no not there stop please,” even as he shudders and wets himself, gasping with shame and relief as he finally releases all the urine inside of him.
Elias should have Jon on his lap while he reads statements. Lifting Jon up just enough to remove both their trousers, sliding him back down onto Elias’ cock…..
Thinks about. When jons being a toy or dog. Sometimes elias will use it/it’s for him. And it Awakens something in it. Do you see my vision. Today I am pushing my it/its for “disconnected from being human by trauma” reasons Jon.
Love Dog Jon but have you considered Doll Jon, Elias dressing it up in whatever he wants because Dolls don’t get to make decisions. Jon being posed, having to stay still because everytime it moves Elias adds more time. Trying to stay still as Elias strokes its chest, muttering about how lifelike it is, teasing its cunt. Just completely dehumanizing Jon and it makes it so wet.
It can’t speak, or maybe it has a few phrases it’s allowed to use, some dolls do have recordings. Jon doesn’t have to make any decisions, just stay still and let Elias do what he wants.
Jon who has very complicated feelings about everything in regard to romance and sex. It always got in the way of their past relationships, unable to explain.
He doesn’t need to explain anything to Elias.
Jon being his doll, it doesn’t need to worry about the complicated barbed feelings around relationships. Dolls aren’t people, it is just a thing to be used. Dolls can be cherished and loved but it doesn’t have to reciprocate, doesn’t have to untangle that ball of feelings.
Elias can dress it however he wants, he takes such good care of it. It is a cherished possession, to be treated with affection, but only in a way a doll should be. Elias can treat it like a person sometimes, or wind it up to have it move about on its own for a bit, but it is a doll and it needs its owner.
It can be manipulated and posed how its owner wants, admiring it, but it doesn’t have to do anything. Elias can use it all he wants, it just has to lie there and take it. It can’t fight, can’t argue, can’t even speak or move. It is only there to look nice and be used and there is no room for any other thoughts.
Btw in any omegaverse au people should assume je are adopted parent and child before they assume mates because of the way they chirp at each other and scent mark. Will I be shot for this
Anytime I think about hr with je I lose years off my life. Those poor fuckers. They gotta deal with weird father son shit AND them fucking. None of them are getting paid enough
university au jonelias where in Jon’s meetings with his academic tutor (elias, of course) he tends to bring up his lack of sleep from his flatmates being noisy… professor bouchard asks if Jon can move out; no he can’t, he’s not got the money for quieter student halls, and nobody to move into a house with….
but elias offers Jon his spare room; he’ll pay rent of course, it’ll be a proper arrangement, but much more quiet… Jon, of course, accepts.
Jon just stops coming to work one day, everyone wondering where he went, but most not really caring. Jon being kept in Elias’s home, at first he had been kept chained up like a dog, Elias taking care of him telling him it’s to keep him safe. Jon managed to get out once, it was a bad idea, and he’s too scared to leave again, better the monster you know after all.
S4 where Jon goes with Jonah…. gets pregnant…… Jonah bringing statement givers to him. He needs to take care of his son but some days Jon is still too sick and tired to go hunting. Some frightened person who’s been touched by the fears being herded towards a heavily pregnant Archivist, waiting patiently for the meal. Staying and watching his son Feed, making sure he’s safe….
When Jon is done the statement giver should collapse to the ground, exhausted, while Jonah goes over to kiss Jon, fondling his pregnant belly and leaking tits while they scramble to their feet and flee in terror.
Jonah force-feeding Jon only it’s not paper statements that he reads out. Keeping Jon in his home, maybe collared and chained in a specially made room. Jonah dragging statement givers to Jon, making sure his Archivist is fed. Jon tries to resist, but he’s so hungry, he drags out every terrible thing that ever happened to them. Until they collapse, and Jonah drags them away, even if they report to the police, who’s gonna believe a person talking about a monster who can tear the stories out of them.
Jonah comforting Jon after, telling him it’s not his fault, he’s starving after all. He can blame it all on Jonah, he’s the one making sure he eats. Jon letting Jonah pull him into his lap, stroking his slightly swollen stomach. Teasing that he’s so stuffed now, and doesn’t that feel better?
Rotating Jon as the office pet in my mind. Just there to be pretty and receive pets, lounging in his fancy collar, accessorized with cute tail and kitty ears. He’d be so spoiled, such a good kitten. Do you see my vision?
Oh yes.
God Jon with a little bell on his collar, it just keeps tinkling whenever he walks, reminding him he’s a pet. He definitely isn’t allowed to stand or speak wither, he’s a kitten kittens meow, and don’t stand on their hind legs.
Jon getting to be a prissy little thing as he lounges on one of couches at a donor party. If he doesn’t want someone to touch him he gets very nippy, hissing and biting, drawing blood if they don’t learn. One of the donors complaining how Elias’s pet bit them. Elias just laughing stroking Jon’s hair saying maybe they just don’t know how to approach his kitten properly.
Elias schmoozing donors while Jon is curled in his lap, having his chest fondled. Just completely out of it. Jon pregnant and someone commenting on him having kittens, when he’s only just a little thing himself. Jon being fucked, and cuddled and stroked all night, just spoiled rotten. His bell constantly ringing as Elias bounces him on his cock showing off how good his kitten can be.
Look all discourse aside. The person horniest about the je age gap is jon jarchivist himself. Like to be completely fair. He’s the one getting off the most about the weird undertones. Jonah is a close second but Jon is the one weirdest about the age thing. Ok? Ok.
Do you ever think about egg jon. Do you ever think about her buying her first bra because her chests growing too much not to, and just. Staring at herself in the mirror for a while. Taken aback by how right it looks. Do you ever think about her. I'm thinking about her. I just. Egg jon
- skiesandcandy
Jon really should call Elias, demand he take his little present back, Jon could purchase such things on their own. Just because their chest had…expanded quite a bit, didn’t mean Jon needed Elias buying a bra for their use. Although Jon supposed that they should be thankful it wasn’t some ribboned lace-covered mess. Just a simple black bra, the only ornamentation a tiny bow on the front.
The point is he had been planning to go, just…waiting for the right time, what with work being so busy and all. He had not been putting it off, terrified of what some poor retail employee would think, certainly not. Jon reached for their phone hand hovering over it in hesitation, the other still clutching the offending article.
Well maybe they should just try it on, if it fit then it saved Jon the trouble. If they still wanted to give it back to Elias they could always record the sizing and purchase their own. It would save having to take measurements and everything, a purely practical reason.
So for purely practical and no other reason, so they told themself, Jon fastened the thing around their chest. It fit rather well and Jon briefly wondered when Elias had taken the measurements when they caught site of themselves in the mirror.
It was the same as when she had seen the pretty girl in the mirror before. Standing there her upper half only covered by a bra. She didn’t often look in the mirror before, something just off, but now…
Again the bra wasn’t very decorative, rather discreet really, but it did lift her chest, and almost seemed to draw her eyes to it. She could feel herself blushing, and the girl in the mirror blushed too. Time passed, Jon wasn’t sure how much, as she watched herself in the mirror, she just looked right, in a way that before she hadn’t. Some part of her grumbled that this was just nonsense, but that part was unceremoniously shoved into the little box where she usually kept this feeling.
Absently she pulled her hair down out of its carefully done braid, letting the waves fall around her face. She almost pulled open the little drawer where she kept some basic makeup, but that might be going a bit too far for now. Focusing back on the mirror she couldn’t help but smile, she looked nice, maybe she should go get the single skirt she had from the other incident, or maybe she could-.
Her staring and planning was interrupted as the phone rang, and it was like a small bucket of cold water had been dumped on their head. Good lord they were being ridiculous, it was just a bra, something to keep their chest contained, no other connotations needed. They shoved any odd feelings back in the box, yanking their shirt on and pulling their hair back up. Lamenting internally that they would have to waste time braiding it again, ignoring any brief flashes of loss as the girl in the mirror returned to being themself, before answering the phone, it was Elias of course.
“Hello Jon, did you like your gift?”
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@skiesandcandy Apparently the answer is hell yeah I have thoughts.
Look. I think Jon wasn’t aware he had an ageplay kink until he met Elias. And i think he went from oh I have a daddy kink. Oh god I want him to be my dad. Oh god I want to be his son. Oh Jesus christ I want to be his kid. Does this make sense.
God Elias giving Jon a stuffed animal, probably a little cat, and Jon just not putting it down. It has eyes so Elias uses it to watch him for sure, so he both gets Jon a cute gift, and a way to always watch his Jon. Jon keeping it on his desks, hugging it close when he reads statements, because it makes him feel better.
So Jon with accelerated healing abilities, Jon who can’t die unless his eyes are destroyed. The rest of his body, unimportant, his heart doesn’t even beat. Anything done to it just heals, after all the Archivist can’t Archive if it’s too injured.
Give me Jon realizing this, trying to die, not knowing it’s his eyes. Throwing himself at anything that will hurt him, the pain always there but the marks fade. Give me Jon getting addicted to that feeling.
Give me Elias unable to resist returning to his Archivist. Jon begging to be hurt, Elias obliges of course, conditioning Jon to mix pain and sex. Anything Elias does, as long as Jon’s eyes are fine healing. Elias fucking him while his stomach is carved open, putting out cigarettes on his chest, the little burns healing in a matter of minutes, but Jon feeling every second. Pushing further and further as the pain mounts until Jon passes out coming on Elias’s dick as he feels the knife pressing into his chest until Elias can grip his unbeating heart in his hand.
Jon coming to covered in blood and cum, both leaking out of him as his body heals enough for semi-coherent thought. Elias deciding that he can postpone his apocalypse a bit while he tries out the limits of his new toy.
Elias deciding to decorate his toy, since the marks he leaves won’t stay more than a few moments. Him pinning Jon down, to hold him still, so he the piercings go in properly. Of course he set the table up in advance, attaching cuffs to the legs that should keep Jon from getting free. Jon struggling, but not having even the slightest give. Elias carefully cutting the little clothing that his toy was wearing away. Gagging him, to make sure his screams don’t bother the neighbors, again.
Elias pulling out a needle, showing it to Jon, who looks torn between terror and desire. Elias of course just shakes his head piercing both of Jon’s tits. No numbing of course as Jon practically cums from the pain and gets a few gentle kisses for being such a good boy.
Elias hanging a little chain between his lovely new jewelry, so he can tug at it like a stress ball as Jon whines. When Jon seems to get use to that, Elias brings out a new piercing needle which of course a Jon whimpering again.
Elias piercing his clit too, that has Jon whimpering and crying as the needle goes in. Of course the jewelery he selected is a little eye-shaped piece.
Elias then fucking him over the table, the new piercing affording him a lovely new vantage point. Once he cums inside him he plugs his little toy up and leaves him stretched out unable to move, until Elias is ready to go again.
When I first found out about the term coming untouched I thought it meant coming without being touched at All. And I was very disappointed that that wasn’t what it meant bc I think my definition is way hotter so today I am offering u:
Elias coming untouched from being compelled, Jon ripping out every little secret brutally , painfully, leaving him flushed and looking completely taken off guard for the first time since Jon ever met him.
In the sci fi au Elias not being able to lay a finger on him and still finding ways to get him off. Jon cumming without stimulation just from the sensations of fixing him up again once he’s a cyborg,, panting and slumped over while Elias coos what a good boy he is, how lucky he is, his favorite <33 Jon still desperate still needing more.
Elias bombarding Jon with fantasies until he cums. Bonus point if he’s giving a statement or otherwise trying to work. Make it feels like he’s really happening. Until all that’s there is the words flowing out of his mouth and the concepts sinking deep in his bones until he shakes apart, slumped over his desk with a bone deep whimper. Before continuing the statement helplessly. Because he’s a good boy <3 and Elias makes sure to inform him of it in great detail in the statement. Elias’ own praise curling pleasantly in his mouth as he still is completely helpless. Elias’ affection and pride at how well he knows he’ll take it. He knows he’ll love it, don’t worry.
I’m serious I need them to use the fact Elias can make Jon read out ANYTHING as a sex thing especially given how jon seems to Feel what happens and slipninto character so completely. He shoulf slip into the mindset of elias he should feel how deeply elias wants to own him how much he craves him wants to keep him how much he belongs to him because elias decided he would. And there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s elias’ now. Do u GET IT
