the tim n jon fic is so scrumptious, like always, very much doing a great job at making burns hot, but i can’t stop giggling at the aftermath where jon needs to consult someone (elias) for a new desk, bc the other one is badly burnt
Jon tries to just send an email but of course Elias calls him up to his office, because Jon this is a big expense, you know ignition sources are not allowed in the Archives. What happened Jon?
Poor Jon just sitting there the whole time lying through his teeth about what happened to the desk. Not that it matters, he knows that Elias knows, and that this is just make Jon feel incredibly mortified time.
Jon eventually gets an order for a new more flame resistant desk but only after at least a half hour of carefully worded admonishments that make him feel like he’s a child getting scolded.
Of course Elias can’t resist a last little jab of, tell Tim to be more careful in the future, wouldn’t want to permanently damage any more institute property.
adding on my last ask, but elias and tim fighting over jon, agree so much with that statement
I just need them to both be the pettiest bitches the whole time as well. They can’t kill each other but they can constantly antagonize each other. Jon is just trying to do his job poor boy, both treating him like a favorite chew toy.
I always feel very bad whenever I see stuff about religion because like. I understand this is very important to a lot of people. But a lot of the time it either sounds like a horror movie to me or I’m insanely horny about it. Or both. Sorry.
We need to think about past jon and elias age regression more I think. Jon getting into a fight with his future self that upsets him so so much he doesn’t even realizebhow small he’s getting on the way to elias’ office. Meant to just seek answers but it all hurts so much and nobody likes him or respects him or even trusts him except elias who’s so responsible and knows so much and is so patient and steady even if he’s stubborn and content to just watch he’s always there and his hands are big and firm against his as he asks what’s wrong, why’s he shaking, and he didn’t even realize it, because of course he didn’t, elias always notices how he’s doing before he does, elias always knows, elias is so warm and big and safe and it’s so much easier here, away from the constant scrutiny. It’s so much easier here when he can hardly process he isn’t small enough to hold like he needs. It’s easy here, with elias guiding him to lay down on the couch and coaxing him out of his coat and fetching him his toys and being so patient and it feels like he’s just visiting his dad to calm down, like this is the most natural thing in the world, like he’s not his boss he’s his father and he’s so utterly safe here he can barely remember his future self warned him away at all. Not when elias smiles so fondly as he runs a hand down his chest, saying he’s a big boy now, so clever already, he knows better than to bleed himself dry, come on now jon. At least stay a little while, let his old man calm him down. Jon squirms and whines and feels like he’s burning up in a way he can barely handle when he’s so small, so easy to overwhelm so quick to cry and shake when it’s all too much for him. But elias is all around him, and so sure of himself, so sure he can help, and it’s so easy to be touched and held and wanted by the only person left who cares.
read a bunch for your vampire jon with elias, any more thoughts on elias keeping jon like an pet, keeping him collared and leashed, perhaps even very blood-drunk jon being easy to manhandle
I think if you don’t keep the boy on a leash he could get into all sorts of trouble. I think Elias should keep Jon muzzled and collared in his office. Maybe he has a special little cage for him when he’s being particularly troublesome.
Also I was possessed so here is a little taste of that dynamic:
“What a mess you have made.”
Jon flinched, his sire’s exasperated tone reaching him even in his blood-filled haze. He tried to roll to face the door, whimpering as his stomach shifted as he did so. His shirt had ridden up, showing off his distended abdomen, the skin stretched thin across it. Like a bloated tick that had gorged itself, he couldn’t do much more than lay on the floor, too full to hide the mess that covered the floor, his skin, and his clothes. The only clean spot in the office was probably the spot Elias occupied in the doorway.
He hadn’t meant to make a mess, he just…he hadn’t expected anyone in his office this late. He hadn’t planned to take their Statement. He hadn’t meant to climb across the desk as they finished their tale to sink his fangs into their neck. He hadn’t meant to take, and take, opening their throat as much as he could blood spattering on himself, and his desk, and the floor like a faucet until it became a gentle trickle. He hadn’t meant to drain them completely, veins and arteries slashed open with nails and teeth until there was nothing left, just cold dead flesh.
He had planned to try to at least clean up after himself, going so far as to at least shove the body where it wouldn’t be immediately evident when someone opened the door. He could do that without moving, he had told himself to get up, that he needed to clean, but he was so full and warm. His thoughts had started to slip away from him as he lazily licked at the mess on his hands until the door opened. Which brought him back to his current situation.
“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, after this display of hedonism?” Jon tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a weak keen as Elias knelt beside him, his expression impossible for Jon to read in his current state. Elias chuckled softly, and Jon whined, even out of it as he was he did not like to be laughed at. Elias didn’t pay his complaint any mind, nor his whimpers, as he pressed his palm against his distended abdomen. “First day you’re allowed off the leash, and already you’ve gorged yourself.”
Jon yelped as Elias prodded at his swollen stomach before withdrawing his hand wiping it on Jon’s clothes, which were already a lost cause anyway. His hand disappeared into his pocket for a moment before withdrawing a familiar pair of objects. Jon could only squirm as the thick leather was fastened back around his neck, cinched tight enough that he couldn’t forget it was there. Elias wrapped the free end of the attached leash around his hand forcing Jon to sit up, despite his complaints, or choke himself.
If Jon hadn’t been completely out of his head he could have easily snapped the collar, but instead he let himself be manipulated. Elias tugged again using the leash to force him to his feet, leading him to the other side of the desk. It was difficult for his shaky legs but he only had to stand briefly supported by his sire before he was allowed collapse back to his knees at Elias’s feet.
“Be a good little fledgling now,” Jon instinctively bared his fangs as Elias produced yet another object, a familiar mix of metal and leather, his muzzle, snapping at him as Elias brought it toward his face. Elias’s response was swift, a sharp slap across Jon’s cheek, only Elias’s grip on the leash keeping him upright as he cried out. Full of fresh blood his cheek started to purple already where his hand had made contact, tears of pain welling up tinged bright red, leaving thin streaks through the mess on his face. Trembling and not wanting to be hit again, Jon kept his mouth closed as Elias gently rubbed away the remainder of his excess from his face and neck, before fastening the muzzle over his mouth. “I do hate to have to take a firm hand with you, can’t you just be more lovely?”
Jon whined scrabbling at the muzzle, stopping only when Elias yanked his leash, constricting his throat briefly. If he had been thinking straight, his brain not flooded, he could easily get it off as Elias hadn’t locked it yet, but those thoughts weren’t understandable floating about in his brain, unconnected. So he let the fight drain out of him, leaning against Elias’s leg like the dog he was treating him as.
“Wonderful, now I shouldn’t reward your bad behavior,” Elias pulled Jon’s chair forward to settle on it so he didn’t have to lean down quite so far to reach the rest of his fledgling. Luckily the spray of gore had mostly been confined to the opposite side to the desk, so the chair was clean. “But you’re so adorable like this, I could do anything to you.”
“First though let’s get you out of those filthy clothes,” Jon couldn’t object, the muzzle made speech difficult and his current state made it impossible, and besides the blood had started to dry leaving the cloth stiff and uncomfortable. It was all too easy to let Elias strip his shirt off, tearing the fabric so he didn’t have to remove his leash. Elias tossed the shirt aside, reaching down to gently fondle his now bare chest, making Jon moan.
“Now pet get up on the desk for me,” Jon whined as Elias stopped groping him, wanting to continue to feel good hurried to obey the order. All fight seemingly gone now, along with any complicated thoughts, he leaned over the desk, only to whimper as the hard wood pressed against his still distended abdomen. Elias seemingly exasperated at Jon’s inability to think grabbed onto his hips pulling him back so only his chest was braced against the bloody wood.
“You really are such a stupid little thing when you get like this, barely more than an animal.” Jon didn’t really get to object as Elias leaned over him pressing against his back, a brief pressure was all the warning he had before fangs slid into his neck. The bite was precise and careful, not the bloody mess that he had left his victims neck. Jon groaned as Elias suckled at his neck, his thoughts already fractured and small, were now completely overwhelmed, leaving him pliant and limp.
“Good boy, relax,” Elias lapped at the blood until little the puncture wounds closed up again, Jon shivering with pleasure as he did so. Jon was easily stripped of the remainder of his clothing, now a completely docile pet, like his brains had been scooped out his head left empty. Preparation was short and hardly needed, apparently gorging himself and being fed on in turn had left Jon quite soaked, Elias easily pressing three fingers inside making his fledgling moan loudly.
“Greedy little thing, always wanting more,” Jon wasn’t listening trying to arch his hips back, wailing as Elias instead withdrew his fingers. He tried to arch his back more, begging without words for Elias to please touch him. Luckily for him, and his currently absent sense of dignity, Elias wasn’t patient enough to torture him by making him wait any longer than it took to free his cock from his trousers and press against his cunt. A rough thrust had Jon sliding forward on the desk his tits rubbing against the hard wood, making him keen.
“Sorry pet,” Elias did not sound even a little bit sorry, as he set a brutal pace. Jon couldn’t do much more than grip the desk as he was used like a toy. The worst part was Elias was hitting that spot inside that made his sees star’s every time he thrust in, pushing him over the edge quickly as he came. His legs went limp now held up only by the desk and the cock buried inside him. Still Elias didn’t stop continuing to batter that same spot until he had been pushed past pleasure into overstimulation.
“You feel so good, such a good boy.” Jon didn’t respond to the words, he truly couldn’t think, only able to ride the waves that crashed through him. It was almost painful especially where his chest rubbed against the rough wood. It was overwhelming, it was too much, and he was losing his mind as Elias seemed to somehow speed up. “A good little greedy hole for me always wanting more.”
Finally as blackness was starting to slide into the edge of his vision as he was used Elias thrust deeply and stilled. Yanking Jon backwards as he pulled his leash taught burying his fangs into Jon’s shoulder, half-choking him as he came inside him. Jon would normally feel mortification to hear the obscene sounds as he was filled, but his thoughts had long ago dribbled out his ears. Leaving him just a pliant little thing, thoughts small and far away.
As Elias pulled away leaving him spread out on his desk Jon could feel cum trickling down his leg, almost a twin sensation to the blood dripping from the bite on his shoulder. Though after a moment he felt something pressing against him again, he whined, unable to remember the words for no more, but the plug was pressed in despite his objections lodging firmly inside him.
“Wouldn’t want to make even more of a mess would we?” With only a little whining Jon let himself be lifted off the desk into Elias’s arms, the other vampire easily lifting him like a kitten. Slotting his muzzled covered face against his shoulder, Jon practically burrowed against him seeking comfort from his sire after feeling so overwhelmed, even if it had been mostly Elias fault.
“I’ll dispose of the body, but you’re going to be scrubbing the blood off everything.” Jon whined, not really responding, his eyes already falling shut as everything caught up to him. Jon barely caught his last achingly finding slightly exasperated words as he went fully limp passing out. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
“And then the next moment, he’s suddenly, blindingly awake.
Or at least, that’s what it feels like. A passing glance at the alarm clock shows it’s somewhere around 4 AM, but for the first split second of consciousness, he’s too disoriented to process the time. Jon woke them both up with a short, sharp, startled cry before he dissolved immediately into tears. Elias catches a glimmer of green and crimson as he turns, spectral eyes opening all around Jon and buzzing in response to his fear. Then they disappear just as fast. Elias sits up, still blinking blearily. He finds Jon curled on his side next to him, nearly smothering himself with the pillow from how hard he clutches it to his face. Oh. That makes sense. Blocking his senses to stop Beholding from slipping out through him in a moment of vulnerability.
Elias turns over, reaches, hesitates, then rests his fingertips ever-so-gently on Jon’s bent back. When this doesn’t elicit any reaction besides a brief hitch in the sobs, he smooths his hand up and down Jon’s spine in long, careful sweeps. He vaguely remembers his wet nurse doing this for him as a child. This is comforting, right?
“Ssshhhh… it’s okay, Jon. Everything’s alright,” he murmurs in the dark, his voice husky with sleep. “You’re safe. Can you take a deep breath for me?”
A pause, and then Jon obeys, his chest shuddering with the strain of sucking air through the silk pillowcase.
“Good. Good job. Another, please.”
A few more, and Elias convinces Jon to remove the pillow from his face so he can breathe more easily. He sees why Jon needs it, though. His eyes are pinned wide and unblinking with terror, glowing that unnatural shade of green they both know so well. The moment he can see again, the Eyes appear in the air all around him like a hungry swarm. It’s unclear whether they’re here to defend Jon from the perceived threat, or to feed on him.
It’s not often that Elias pushes any feedback into his link with Beholding, aside from the fear it feeds on and the pleasure he takes from it. He considers himself an instrument of his God: to speak back to it is as offensive as it is futile. But tonight, for Jon’s sake, he tries. He opens his own Eye — a single spectral visage glowing from the center of his forehead like the jewel of some terrible crown — and turns it away, across town to the nightmares of some other unfortunate soul. While he does this, he slips in behind Jon and folds his hand over the Archivist’s eyes. There’s a momentary but intense burn of static against his skin, Beholding displeased to be cut off from its Archivist and punishing him for daring to defy it. But he reminds it of its victim elsewhere and diverts its attention as best he can.
Almost instantly, Jon calms. A few more breaths and Elias feels the faint flutter of eyelashes against his palm as Jon finally regains the ability to close his own eyes. His sobbing turns from scared to relieved as he grips Elias’s wrist with one shaking hand, clutching tight as if begging him not to take it away.
So, Elias doesn’t. He crosses the remainder of the space between them, slips his other arm underneath Jon, and tucks the smaller man against his chest to make the angle easier on them both. But he keeps his hand sealed around Jon’s eyes despite the itch of tears drying on his hand. “You’re okay,” he murmurs into the Archivist’s hair. “You’re safe, Jon. All is well.”
It takes a few more minutes of soothing before Jon believes him. But he relaxes by degrees in Elias’s arms, until at last, sleep claims him again.
Meanwhile, Elias lays awake until dawn.
I did this.
I did this terrible thing to him.
He knew this logically. He did it on purpose. He spent years planning it. But to understand the consequences of his actions in the abstract is so, so different from seeing and feeling them now.”
[Excerpt from Chapter 3 of my JonElias fic, Villain and Violent (Infant and Innocent)]
Elias: “He’s my little guy, my small tiny fellow, my little sopping wet kitten, he could be killed by a passing summer breeze, my most favorite employee, the most fragile traumatized little mind in reach, he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, he’s the coughing baby to my hydrogen bomb, the sickly Victorian child to my plague, my little discord kitten, my blorbo whom I must put through the horrors, he’s never had a day of rest in his life and if it was any other way I would be miserable, he’s a stress ball to me, my little archivist must be put in Situations so I may thrive off his suffering and moral confusion. He is a dark mirror to my brilliance, cut of identical cloth but the very model of weak qualities I left behind, the becoming and undoing of my being and my most precious arbiter of fear in 200 years.”
Jon: “Elias, the mannequins wanted to skin me, I’m scared.”
read a bunch for your vampire jon with elias, any more thoughts on elias keeping jon like an pet, keeping him collared and leashed, perhaps even very blood-drunk jon being easy to manhandle
I think if you don’t keep the boy on a leash he could get into all sorts of trouble. I think Elias should keep Jon muzzled and collared in his office. Maybe he has a special little cage for him when he’s being particularly troublesome.
Also I was possessed so here is a little taste of that dynamic:
i love one-sided jonelias so much. like yes give me elias as a creepy boss who is a little too obsessed with his employee and keeps track of his habits, feelings, actions, and whether or not he’s smoking at the current time
What Jon really needs is some under-negotiated and highly questionable sex where he’s restrained for someone else’s pleasure. It could fix him in theory but the reality of it should be actively making him Worse and Miserable. Ok thank you.
I think sometime in S4 Jon had recurring fantasies about Elias tying his hands behind his back and restraining him to a wall and pressing a large, powerful vibrator inside of him while statement giver after statement giver walked into the room to feed him until he was so lost in the pleasure and fullness that he gave up even pretending to want them to stop and just lay there to feed and cum again and again and again for hours.
I think he should try and actually live out (part of) this fantasy with Peter in S4 <3 it would be fun <3
Jon x og!Elias is a very stupid crackship that hits a handful of bizarrely specific buttons and I don’t know what to do with it. Nothing about it should be particularly compelling and yet regardless I am Compelled.
I think Jon should be getting frequent but relatively mediocre dick from a rich arrogant middle-aged failson. I think Jon should be Very Horny (maybe he’s just started T? Idk) and sort of annoyed that his dick is demanding this much attention all the time and masturbation just isn’t quite satisfying enough anymore and og!Elias isn’t even really tolerable but he’s there and a relatively consistent lay so what else is Jon supposed to do.
In a hypothetical universe where Jon would not only be asked about his sex life but would answer honestly, he would (if he was feeling charitable) describe the sex as “adequate.” Og!Elias is hardly a selfless lover but Jon isn’t especially concerned over the quality and/or occurrence of og!Elias’ orgasms either. And it’s not like either of them have many better options lined up, so even though he views og!Elias with relative disdain he’s perfectly willing to go to be with him (or, more accurately, to go to empty storage closet with him).
Meanwhile og!Elias is down bad. Down catastrophic. Madly in love with this scrawny mean little researcher even though Jon also irritates the shit out of him. Idk why I like this idea so much, it’s just. There. In my mind.
forcefem JE, heavy on the drugging of Jon!! Elias manhandling Jon into various positions while taking photos and calling her pretty, Jon just moaning because his head is so fuzzy
Ask and ye shall receive, under the cut for length because this got long. You also get two POVs for extra fun.
“I just don’t know what’s going on Elias it’s all so-,”
When Elias had slipped a little sedative into the little bit of wine Jon had agreed to drink, he hadn’t expected it to have such a quick effect. To have his poor Archivist collapse quite that fast, in the middle of a sentence no less. He supposed his Archivist had been forgetting to eat again, silly little thing that it was. He could see the poor thing’s eyes going hazy as its words trailed off, swaying before going limp. Luckily that did give Elias just enough time to guide his Archivist onto the couch, to slump against the pillows there, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of her mouth.
“You really should take better care of yourself Jon, maybe actually leave at night,” Elias said with a fond smile, taking hold of her chin to examine her face. Frowning slightly at the heavy dark circles beneath her eyes, evidence that she was certainly still overdoing it. Not that he minded his Archivist’s workaholic tendencies for the most part, but sometimes he wished he could convince her to leave at a decent hour. Perhaps he would try inviting her to dinner after work, she could hardly return to work after, though knowing his Archivist, she just might.
“I really should remove that awful cot you’ve placed in document storage, or at least improve it, I doubt it’s conducive to a good night’s rest.” Jon predictably did not respond, even as Elias released her chin to slide his arms under her, lifting her limp form far too easily as he carried her , into the guest bedroom. Dead to the world his Archivist didn’t react to being placed on the bed, nor to being stripped naked, clothes folded carefully on the dresser. Elias paused to admire his creation, the lack of clothes revealing the changes that she had come to seek Elias’s advice about, unaware of the cause.
“Really you can be such a blind little thing at times, and far too trusting, I’m surprised more people haven’t taken advantage of that.” She was going to be so very pretty his Archivist once he was done with her, and so much happier, even if right now she was distressed. The changes were pretty far along now, already her growing breasts were getting hard to hide, fitting comfortably in his hands as he stroked them. He couldn’t resist squeezing, watching her brow furrow a bit, as she squirmed, the drugs still heavy in her system, keeping her asleep.
Elias stepped to the dresser pulling out a simple make-up kit, his Archivist didn’t need much, but a few touches here and there hid the marks of too-little sleep. Poor thing, Elias loved how she couldn’t stop searching for answers, but she really did need to start sleeping more. Maybe instead of dinner he would start bringing her a little something extra, on nights she stayed at work late. If she found herself collapsing at work more often perhaps she would take the hint, and actually go home, though he doubted it. She would probably just collapse in her office if he drugged her, he’d have to carry her to the cot, hardly a burden, but not the intended outcome. Setting aside the brush he admired his work, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, like a proud parent.
“So vulnerable, completely helpless, just a beautiful doll,” His thoughts and words were interrupted as Jon mumbled softly, squirming in her sleep. Reminding him that he did have a plan to fulfill right now, no need to make future plans just yet. Focusing on his current plan he grabbed the clothing he had prepared from the closet, a rather childish ruffled garment that he knew she would find mortifying. Once she was dressed he paused again, taking in the sight.
“Such a lovely girl, pretty as a picture.” Speaking of which, he didn’t know how much longer his pet would appear in standard film, but that was fine, a polaroid camera would work just as well if necessary. One of these days he would really like to have a portrait done of her, perhaps more than one. One he could hand at the Institute, and one for his private residence. Now though he settled for normal photographs, which he had to admit made things easier, but it just wasn’t quite the same.
“Would you like that lovely? A beautiful portrait to hang in your domain? Give some light to that dingy office?” As was expected there was no response even as he adjusted her position, posing her artfully. It was so easy, posing her like a lovely doll, each photo becoming more…risqué as he worked. It was as he was pushing the flimsy fabric up, bunching it around her hips that Jon started to slightly stir for the first time since she had collapsed. Elias paused for a moment, before continuing to pose her, hands roving over her body as he liked ignoring the little whimpers she made as he pushed and prodded, watching her face carefully to see the moment she awoke. When her eyes finally flicked open, still clouded with what Elias had given her, he could see a faint tinge of panic, such a lovely sight.
“Oh sweet girl it’s fine, I’m here,” With barely an effort Elias slipped into her thoughts, they were confused and muddled, barely coherent. Delicious fear was swirling through her as she realized she couldn’t move, her attempts to speak only resulting slurred whines. It was with hardly a thought that Elias slid the image of her current appearance into her mind, showing her how pretty she looked.
~~~~~~Jon~~~~~
Something was wrong.
Jon tried to react to the hands grasping and shifting him, instinctively trying to struggle but his limbs felt like they were weighted down. An odd click came from somewhere nearby, a camera, he thought vaguely, before the hands were on him again. As the hands withdrew he managed to barely open his eyes, the world around him an unfocused blur. His brain felt like someone had liquefied it, letting it drip out of his ears until there was nothing left but empty space. He tried so hard to remember what happened, he vaguely remembered talking to Elias. Remembers agreeing to have a drink then…nothing.
Elias’s recognizable voice pierced the growing panic, though his words were muddled and made no sense. Jon tried to respond, but his tongue refused to respond, his words coming out as slurred nonsense. As he tried to talk, the blurry world around him slid away replaced with an image that part of him knew he wasn’t actually seeing. It was, well Jon didn’t have the coherence to truly deny that seeing herself himself like that wasn’t appealing to something that he usually kept buried deep. He could see the shock on his own face, what looked like his face anyway, for the most part. He didn’t look in the mirror often preferring in fact to avoid it, so maybe he just hadn’t realized the changes, had affected his face as well as his body. Like this, seeing only his upper half, well if he hadn’t known innately that it was in fact him, well he might have, that is to say…
“You do make a very pretty girl Jon.” Elias’s voice was soft, Jon could feel his warm breath against his ear, his hands roving over his body. The world was slowly coalescing his thoughts still fuzzy, still confused, but Elias’s words were no longer nonsense, or well they were, but they were understandable, even if they made no sense.
“Now Jon, come now let’s be honest with ourselves, I mean just look at yourself,” Jon’s thoughts were suddenly drowned in the certainty that Elias was right, that she was lying to herself images of her supine form flashing through her head. Perhaps if she was lucid she could have rejected thoughts as foreign, but her brain had no concrete thoughts to hold onto. It didn’t help that Elias had shifted his attention, which was now being payed to her chest. Squirming as the sensation spread through her, unable to bite back a whine as she felt Elias tug on her nipples, which had recently become so sore. It was overwhelming, and Jon couldn’t do anything other than moan as her body was played with like a toy. He continued to abuse her breasts latching onto one teeth and tongue making Jon yelp, which trailed off into a low moan as her body shook.
“Good girl,” Jon could feel her face heat up, and while it barely showed on her dark skin, part of her knew the effect of his words had not gone unnoticed. Elias’s mouth left her chest as he pulled away, and Jon heard the click of the camera again. She tried to hide her face to do anything, but her limbs remained out of her control, and Elias ignored her whines. It was exhausting, fighting against whatever was in her system, her thoughts fragmenting the more she tried.
“I do wonder how much you’ll remember,” Elias was talking again, and Jon tried to keep focus on his words, horror spreading through her at the implication. Jon tried once more to do more than squirm, but it was not use. Elias’s hands returned to her body, possessively roaming over it as he spoke. Jon had to admit to herself that he knew what he was doing, playing her body like a cheap whistle, arousal combined with horror at the violation. Her hips were twitching of their own volition begging Elias to touch her there as well, despite what little remained of her conscious mind’s objections.
“Such an insatiable pretty little thing,” Elias seemed to take pity, sliding a hand between her legs. She could practically see how amused he was that she was already hard, which was only natural. That didn’t stop the mortification underlying her arousal, reminding herself once again that this was wrong. A thought that fled just as quickly as Elias began to stroke her with one hand while the click of the camera told her he was getting every moment of her humiliation.
“You look so pretty on camera, my lovely girl.” Perhaps it was that thought specifically, though she would never admit it, that pushed her over the edge her whole body shuddering, the camera clicking away. That Elias had proof that she was…she was this easy, and she wasn’t even sure it was the first time. That he he had irrefutable proof of what she was, and that he could show anyone. But the worst part is that Elias didn’t stop, pushing her into over-stimulation quickly, her thoughts rushing out of her brain once more. She whined, unable to ask him to stop, and knowing he wouldn’t until he was satisfied and the camera continued to click.
(Arospec <3) Jon who has been pining after his father for years. Who only managed to develop romantic feelings for the man he already had a familial connection to. Who is constantly, tirelessly working to earn Elias’ praise and approval and affection. And it’s given freely but it’s never enough because Jon spent much of his early childhood lonely and isolated and feeling deeply unloved and now he’s starving for it. Jon who gets a job in research right out of college. Pushed and argued and pleaded for it until Elias relented (and he was always going to. Always going to make sure his son ended up where he belonged, but he wanted Jon to choose. To beg for it, his opportunity to seek answers, to work alongside the father he so dearly admires).
Jon who spends his years in research mostly isolated. Afraid his coworkers are going to discover his feelings for his dad. And when it comes out that he’s Elias’ son his coworkers draw away too, irritated with the stuck up, prickly, arrogant young man in research who was only handed the job because his father gave it to him. I think one of them calls him a “daddy’s boy,” once. I think it makes him soaking wet to hear it.
Jon so so hurt and betrayed when he realizes the father who he loves (who he’s in love with) is a murderer, is a monster. Was keeping so many secrets, so many answers, so much knowledge from him all this time. S3 filled with constant arguments and Jon’s hurt and betrayal but the parts of him that identify Elias as “father” and the parts that identify him as “beloved” are so deeply intertwined they can’t ever be untangled, and Jon never stopped starving for Elias’ praise and touch and care. Never stopped wishing that Elias could love him back, could be his in the same way he’s been Elias’ for so, so very long.
And then Jon wakes up from his coma, and Elias isn’t there to greet him. Won’t even see him. And Jon doesn’t think anything could ever possibly hurt more.
Oh but of course realizing Elias could read his mind was an agony all of its own. That his father could see his shameful feelings, every disgusting fantasies, his bone-deep need to crawl down his father’s throat and consume him whole all at once. He Knew, this whole time, and he said nothing. And it hurts, it hurts so badly, that Jon could spend so many years madly in love and Elias had absolutely nothing to say about it for all that time. That he didn’t reciprocate them. Didn’t want him. Felt no need to belong to Jon the way Jon had belonged to him for so very, very long.
i hate any form of one-sided jonelias icl. the truth is that they are both relentlessly drawn to the other.
when elias is obsessively fiending after jon and watching him religiously, jon is likewise desperate for elias’ guidance and knowledge on the things he is going through, needing the comfort only he can give. even in stuff set precanon/s1, jon should have an admiration for elias. maybe even a little crush.
Helen should have kept Jon in her hallways a bit longer after rescuing him, till he’s desperate, starving and so scared. Just because she didn’t want to kill him didn’t mean she had to give him back in good condition, and he’s so fun to play with. Finally she relents but the thing getting dropped off in Elias’s office is a starving feral creature covered in twisting eyes, body not quite right anymore.
Was reminded of my “transmasc Jon names himself after Jonah” au and now I’m thinking about it in the context of the incest au. Elias is being told by his adorably bashful son that he wants to go by “Jon,” and he’s thinking short for Jonah and Elias is greedily drinking in Jon’s obsessive fixation on his past self and Jon is so so anxious and Elias is just trying very hard to school his facial expression because he has been struck by a sudden and overpowering Need to fill his darling son with cum until it takes.
I still think elias should act how jon imagines a father would. Stern, firm, yet so patient. So competent and rational and responsible. Can be so warm, in those moments. A steady hand on his back breath hot on his neck so understanding , only ever disappointed, gently but firmly putting him right back in his place like it was never a question, nothing he says leaves any room to argue back or question, so Mature so self assured so so so. It is slowly driving jon insane. He’s never felt young. Small, yes, helpless, yes, unqualified, yes, but never young. Except when Elias is around and he’s so much taller than him and he’s so patient and so pleased with him when he gets something right, so impressed, his hands are ever so slightly weathered and feel so nice when he takes off his glasses and runs a hand down his face and tells him he should get some rest before he crashes into the desk. Ridiculous boy, he calls him, and Jon doesn’t whine but he feels like it. He can’t keep pushing himself this hard, and he’s done so well already, won’t he get some rest? His hands are so nice and the touch is Solid and Grounding and he feels so little when he talks to him like that, when he sounds so fond and he’s smiling at him like that and he feels like his son. Oh god, he wants it. He wants it so terribly and Elias pats him on the back and guides him to document storage and his voice is warm and he doesn’t question why he’s so flushed or why his hands drifting down make him squirm so much. He leaves and tells him good night, sweet dreams, tucks him in like a child and flicks off the light, and Jon wants.
You don’t understand if elias doesn’t treat jon like the worlds most capable most mature child I’m going to explode and so will jon. That man NEEDS to feel so young and small and soft and safe and like his dad knows everything and can make everything all better. Ok???
guy who soaks thru his boxers upon hearing someone call him a pretty puppy x guy more than double his age who pulls on his tie like a leash just to hear him whimper and feel his hands fist themselves into his shirt
good morning. what a good day to remember that jon and elias are hopelessly in love.
jon was literally made for him. made for him by his own hand. he made him. fate puppeteered them together and elias molded the clay that was given to him into the shape it was destined for. and in a hundred ways, at a hundred thresholds, jon pressed forward into the shape he was meant for.
And if Jon is a girl it’s Elias’ fatherly duty to ensure she gets a vaginoplasty and perhaps even a fertile womb. That Jon wakes up with a warm, wet cunt between her thighs, which he carefully stretches every day <3
Too tired to elaborate but. AU where Gertrude adopts Jon and Gerry and ends up developing a Weird Sexual Thing with both of them. They’re also having sex with each other naturally.
Elias: “He’s my little guy, my small tiny fellow, my little sopping wet kitten, he could be killed by a passing summer breeze, my most favorite employee, the most fragile traumatized little mind in reach, he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, he’s the coughing baby to my hydrogen bomb, the sickly Victorian child to my plague, my little discord kitten, my blorbo whom I must put through the horrors, he’s never had a day of rest in his life and if it was any other way I would be miserable, he’s a stress ball to me, my little archivist must be put in Situations so I may thrive off his suffering and moral confusion. He is a dark mirror to my brilliance, cut of identical cloth but the very model of weak qualities I left behind, the becoming and undoing of my being and my most precious arbiter of fear in 200 years.”
Jon: “Elias, the mannequins wanted to skin me, I’m scared.”
Au where Elias isolates Jon even further, maybe he’s alone in the archives because ‘Gertrude didn’t need any assistants Jon I know you’ll be up to the task.’ Elias coming up with far too many reasons to stop in to check on Jon who is losing it so much faster. Jon should have a breakdown and Elias just ‘happens’ to catch it and comfort Jon, telling him that he’s so proud of the progress he’s made so far. I’m sure this will not awaken anything.
Jon, Gerry, Gertrude fucked up family dynamic is so good and I wish I could articulate more. She should be so strict and unkind at times, but her very rare praise makes Jon practically melt, and Gerry preen like she’s the smartest girl. I need Gertrude to see two broken people and decide to use them. They’re both already in this world anyway, she can’t afford to be sentimental no matter how she feels about her kids.
I think she takes Gerry out on missions more than Jon, she can take care of herself, Jon’s strengths lie in other areas. I think whenever Gertrude is out Elias should strike up a relationship with Jon. Poor thing is so lonely without his sister and mum.
Elias’s voice being Jon’s but more smug is so good if you think about it in the Elias’s is Jon’s father au. Little Jon wanting to mimic his dad, I think Elias would be so normal about it.
In my Desolation Tim and Jon season four Au where Elias is still around and not in jail you should know that when both Tim and Jon are in his office Tim might as well be particularly ugly furniture to him. Why would he bother acknowledging him when his Archive is there? He’s just like hello Jon I see you’ve dragged that ugly lamp up here, you know if you wanted someone to hurt you I’m right here no need to waste time with it.
