Gonna be so real whenever I read smut and a character says “come for me” I always think “but what if they didn’t??” Like not even in a horny way just in an anxious second-hand embarrassment kind of way. Like I’ll probably never have sex but imagine telling someone to orgasm and then they don’t. I would die.
“What do you think I’ll just what, suddenly be fine with you turning me into…into this? That I’ll be so flattered that I’ll overlook everything?” Jon glared at the ship’s nearest camera, it was not as effective as glaring at an actual person but Jon was pretty sure it got the point across. Jon was firmly in the anger phase of his grief over the loss of his humanity, and he wasn’t about to let the thing that did this to him flirt its way out of this.
After a few moments of silence Jon felt a gentle touch on his shoulder as though someone had placed a hand there. Jon still wasn’t sure how Elias did that, something about adjusting his new mechanical senses to give the illusion that Elias could touch him. Of course it did t feel illusionary, and Jon couldn’t exactly do anything about it.
“I believe I could make you do it,” The phantom touch slid from his shoulders to wrap around his waist joined by another arm. Though Jon knew it was only his sensors it was hard to remember that when every sense except sight told him Elias was cradling him close. “We have eternity together Jon, you can’t hate me forever.”
Jon bristled, and opened his mouth to retort when he felt another pair of hands squeeze his chest, causing the argument to come out as a squeak instead. Jon cursed the fact that Elias didn’t have the pesky limitations of only having two hands. What felt like fingers invaded his mouth pressing his tongue down preventing any further speech from Jon. He tried to bite down instinctively but since there was nothing really there it was hardly satisfying.
“Isn’t this better? I can touch you now, finally I always wanted to you know, since you always got to work your hands among my wires I believe it’s only fair.” Jon squirmed, as something pressed against the damp spot that was growing at his crotch, grinding against him, as though he wasn’t wearing anything. Jon briefly wondered what he looked like, before a video feed played behind his eyes. Closing them did no good whatever Elias had done to him it wasn’t under Jon’s control.
Jon could see himself sitting next to the panel he had been working on. His eyes were glazed over and he was squirming, his hips pressing upward trying to get more friction. His mouth was stretched open wide around nothing, drooling a bit, so nice of Elias to allow him that bodily function. Jon could see himself blush at the sight of himself, clearly turned on but looking completely alone.
The feed shifted and now Jon was getting a close up between his own legs, the thin fabric of his pants clearly soaked. He could see the outline of his cunt through his clothes, fabric practically see through apparently when wet, which Jon was pretty sure was not standard issue. He could hear Elias’s laugh in his head as he thought that.
Jon couldn’t hold back a moan as the feeling of being fondled changed to pressure. Like someone was pressing their dick into him, but from the cameras it looked like he was stretched around nothing. It was obscene, it was too much, it was, Jon gasped, as the nerves that Elias could apparently just play with at will inside him lit up. If not for the fabric, Jon could probably have seen straight to his cervix with how obscenely he was stretched open every nerve alight. He was trying not to cum but he was fighting a losing the battle badly as Elias played him like a fiddle.
With a loud cry Jon came, the camera zooming out to record his face as well as arched, throwing his head back, his cunt clenching down on nothing, before going limp. Jon lay there gasping as he stared at the little red light blinking on the camera.
“Fuck off,” Jon growled, though the words were breathy and weak, and Jon could practically see the Ship laugh. He couldn’t do anything as the onslaught began again, Elias apparently deciding the best way to bring his favorite back to him, was making him lose his goddamn mind.
Look it’s not Jon’s fault that he instinctively tended to bite down when something was put in his mouth. It was just something that happened. Gerry knew this, and still chose to shove his fingers into Jon’s mouth, he hadn’t even broken the skin.
The mild chewing certainly did not warrant the rigid ring currently forcing his mouth into what he assumed was a rather obscene open position. The obscenity was probably not helped by the fact that the gag made it impossible for him not to drool a little bit. He couldn’t even wipe his mouth, as Gerry had decided Jon did not get to use his hands today. So they were fastened behind his back, which had the added benefit, according to Gerry, to making Jon’s chest jut out for him to play with.
“Now a little biting never hurt nobody,” Jon grumbled, and if he could move his mouth would have probably pointed out the improper grammar in that inane comment. As it was he hoped the withering glare he shot up at Gerry from where he was kneeling properly conveyed his message.
“Oh shush, we didn’t all go to Oxford,” Jon hoped the amused look his glare morphed into conveyed the sentiment that he hadn’t said anything, and in fact could not. Gerry seemed to get the hint.
“Even when you can’t talk you’re a brat aren’t you?” Jon’s silent retort was interrupted by Gerry’s fingers pressing bank into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but Gerry was gentle enough, his other hand sliding into Jon’s hair gripping it near his scalp holding him still. Jon blushed at the rather obscene noises he couldn’t hold back, drool dripping into his chest.
“This is a much better use for it than letting you mouth off, in my opinion,” Gerry pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, and Jon whined as Gerry squeezed one of his tits, adding more drool as he fondled Jon. Jon knew in other contexts he’d find the whole thing rather gross, but Gerry someone how made it simply arousing. Jon couldn’t hold back his moans with his mouth held open, and Gerry was smirking as he continued his onslaught, moving to his other breast.
“So pretty for me,” Jon could barely keep his legs still as he felt himself getting wet, though the slight movement he couldn’t hold back clearly wasn’t unnoticed.
“Poor thing let me help,” Gerry’s help consisted of pressing the toe of his boot between Jon’s legs and while Jon couldn’t hold back a squeak. He also managed a rather impressive glare, which was also ruined when Gerry tugged one of his nipples and Jon’s whole body shook.
Deciding that getting to come was more important than his dignity at the moment, not that he had a whole lot of that, he pressed down against the shoe between his legs. Moaning as he couldn’t stifle them, while Gerry used one hand to play with Jon’s tits, the other in his own pants, clearly fingering himself to Jon’s debasement. Jon did his best to grind himself into an orgasm, Gerry helpfully commenting on how good he looked, and how pretty he was, and other embarrassing endearments.
Of course a part of Jon’s brain was also plotting revenge, he’d show Gerry how bratty he could really be.
Horny je Tumblr my best friend horny je Tumblr. I can’t believe I’m just allowed to write about Jon being 24/7 free use and so so loved in the most horrible toxic way possible and people will go “oh shit that’s hot. Have you considered-” , this is like enrichment for me.
S2 Jon going into heat at the Worst Time. Consider.
Coming back to the Leitner murder scene too early, the stress of the past 24 hours sending him into an early heat and he doesn’t even realize it until he’s taken that first drag (so warm. so lonely. shaking uncontrollably. it takes him a moment too long toe realize Why). And Leitner’s body is slumped over his desk and Elias is there and he’s horrified and terrified and he hates how turned on he is. Because he’s in heat and his alpha is right there. Right there and so strong and dangerous but when he approaches Jon his eyes look so soft. His hands are covered in blood but they’re so gentle when they cup Jon’s face. Jon whining and baring his throat. And he wants to be a good omega. And he’s so scared. And he needs Elias. He needs the comfort of his father’s arms. It’s so easy to let Elias push him to the floor. To arch his back, to grind onto Elias’s cock. To just lie back and take his alpha’s knot even as the blood seeps into his clothes where the puddle is slowly spreading. In a few days he’ll stumble out of Elias’ home, thoroughly fucked and bred. Doesn’t need any eldritch knowledge to be certain that he’s pregnant, not when he just spent an entire heat doing nothing but sleep and take Elias’ knot.
I am once again thinking about Jon with a knotted t dick. And Jonah should teach him how to use it. Should teach him how to fuck him just right. The first time he knots Jonah was a religious experience for him.
jon goes to a munch for the first time while he’s working at the Magnus Institute. as is not horrifically uncommon, since he’s going to a local event, he’s worried he’ll see some of his coworkers there. what if they are? what if it gets back to elias? he thinks he’d die of shame a little bit if his boss (who he looks up to and admires!) knew he wasn’t vanilla.
elias sees this in Jon’s thoughts. and decides that he is suddenly very interested in integrating himself into the London kink scene
theyre making eye contact at the petplay munch and jon is feeling horrified and awkward while elias is smiling pleasantly. they make conversation and jon asks, very awkwardly, what brings elias here. “oh, I’ve always wanted a pet,” he says, as though it’s wholly inconsequential. “perhaps a loyal pup, though i can’t deny that cats have their charm too. what about you, jon?”
and jon, who relates very much to both dogs and cats, in different ways, just freezes up. “just curious,” he says, in a slightly strangled voice, before very, very promptly making his excuses to go talk to somebody else.
Goddd. Jon admitting to Elias her chest is growing Jon being needled into saying “Well if i go to the doctor, they might…reverse it.” Elias saying “you look healthy to me, if it makes you feel any better, Jon.” It doesn’t. What does is hearing him call them tits for the first time and woah. Okay. Okay why was that. A thing. She thinks about it for weeks. Everytime she sees herself in the mirror. Hfmfhhf. Look ok. She deserves to get forcefemmed. If you can’t crack your egg on your own you deserve a friend to crack it for you
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.
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
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“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.
It’d be ooc and unrealistic as hell but I really am charmed by the idea of Jon just. Fucking his way through half the institute and most of the donors.
Jon who’s just started T and would needs a tremendously inconvenient number of orgasms to get through the day. He’ll reciprocate if he feels his partner requires it but really he’d much rather cum once or twice and then get back to work.
Mostly he’s just irritated over how demanding his libido has become. And look, there’s only so many times you can cum in a cramped bathroom stall before it gets stale and uncomfortable, but there’s a good number of discrete, rarely used rooms all over the institute, and he’s not going to be missed for ten minutes, so if somebody could give him a quick ten minute railing that leaves him nice and sated it’d be much appreciated. Yes yes that was satisfactory. Time for work now.
It’s not uncommon for Jon to go missing for fifteen or so minutes and come back a little wobbly but ready to focus, or for him to vanish with one (sometimes two) party-goers during institute events. He’s in Elias’ office at least twice a day (and often over Rosie’s desk afterwards too). Sometimes people offer to take him home but he gets all snippy and dismissive because he’s quite capable of taking care of himself at home, thankyouverymuch. Can rate the cunnilingus skills of every single other person in research (Sasha holds the top spot, obviously), has Opinions about which donors are and aren’t a good lay (the Lukases have the dubious distinction of being The Worst, as far as he’s concerned), and he WILL say something if he thinks someone’s done a shit job bringing him off. Eventually his libido cools down and he’s back to his regularly scheduled programming of bringing himself off in private and getting on with his day without distractions, but for a year or so he was. Tremendously Popular.
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.
Sci-fi au from the outside a new crew member joins the ship, and not long into the trip the whole thing starts shaking. They panic because that can’t be normal, and starts running for the escape pods. Only they realize no one else has moved? All of them are just going about their jobs, while the giant metal tube they’re in shakes around them.
One of the veteran crew members having to take the newbie aside and explain that the odd cyborg that they saw in orientation and the ship are a thing, and this is their sex, and oh look work to do no need to think to hard on this.
*trying to flirt* haha i bet ur guts look soooo pretty i bet u have the greatest bones ever. ur beating heart would be so sexy to hold in my hands i would be so gentle with it. why are you running
Thinking about my Jon and Sasha agenda again. I just think they are very much kindred spirits, both weird little eye freaks, who understand each other.
So Sasha knows Jon can be her good little kitten, giving him a pretty collar. Knowing sometimes he’s going to scratch and hiss, because it’s all too much, but that’s okay because she’s patient.
Jon curling up with his head in her lap, letting her pet him, because she respects his boundaries when he needs her to.
