Jon should be beating himself up for hours after every fantasy of Elias being his loving father and Elias should be going wow this is great. Hot , revealing his psychological problems, AND a snack (fear of someone finding out), what not to love.
Look I just think any flavor of 🥚 Jon, would never admit to anything. Jon has so many layers of repression that shell might as well be made of steel. Which is why Jon needs just a little help, generally in the form of their boss with no boundaries or the personification of madness, both work.
Thinks about jhe threesome from hell. Elias saying he really doesn’t think Helen needs to be here. Helen laughing anf says “I think hd disagrees. Don’t you, Jon?” And Jon whos currently full of something twisting and inhuman that feels like it’s remolding his body to fit it, to be able to stand it, who’s never felt more wanted in his life then when two beautiful terrifying monsters are fighting over which should get to ruin him just goes “hmfmfjfkfgh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Elias sighs. “Well, he never did make good decisions.”
Jon whines. Angles his hips up. He’s gone five seconds without being told he’s a good boy and this is unacceptable.
“Which is what I’m here for. Don’t look so sad, Jon.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve gone too long without me breeding you, is that it? Poor thing. I suppose I should make it up to you, then.”
Jon makes a happy noise. Helen huffs and pulls him closer to her, spearing him further on- whatever the hells inside him right now. “I’m handling him just fine, thank you.”
“Oh come now. You know how insatiable he can be. Besides, I am his father. It’d be cruel not to take care of him.”
You can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong. I love Jon Sims but i acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and i can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he has never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out on his actions (which are always right)
Jonelias petplay where Elias occasionally mentions his dog. What a good boy he is. How much fondness Elias has for him. And Jon has to try Very Very hard to pretend to be Normal about this even though he knows that HE is the dog. And he’s even mostly got the hang of it until one day during a gala or something Elias casually mentions to a donor (within earshot of Jon) that he’s thinking about breeding his dog soon. Knows he’ll make such beautiful puppies for his owner <3 and Jon nearly passes out.
Tim and Gerry coddling Jon when he doesn’t feel well, maybe he’s just tired from being a workaholic, or just exhausted himself. Jon getting to be babied, they tease him but it’s so sweet and soft. Jon being fucked so gently between the two of them, just letting him go boneless and happy.
They both try to compete to see who can better take care of their little brother, but they’re careful not to let it affect that. Having a scuffle in the hall to bring Jon something he wants, but the minute he whines about not having anyone they both rush to his side.
Just Jon should get babied by his brothers, because he deserves it.
I love corruption jon because we’re all just going “ok how obvious can we make it he’s a child of neglect” “how autistic can we make him” “hm maybe a dash of aro? Some transgender, for spice?”
Feel like shit now so I’m going to think about elias being so so horny about jons stretch marks until I feel better. He is so batshit insane over how the pregnancy starts to change him that jon can’t be self conscious for more than two seconds before elias is eating him out again and clearly losing his shit over it the whole time.
Jon thinks hm my stretch marks look a little weird and then remembers the first time elias saw them he had to go lay down for an hour because he almost passed out from sheer Horny and going. Yknow what maybe they’re fine actually
Elias tormented jon with his kinks for years it’s only fair that jon gets to do it back. Jon should stretch just so in a way thst puts just a little too much emphasis on the bump. Complain about how achy his tits get when they’re full. Grumble about not being ready to be a brother. If elias gets to do it he gets to do it too. Torment that man <3 maybe compell all his secrets out because he’s so hungry and needs to feed his little sibling and see how long it takes for elias to cum in his pants over it. Maybe grumble about the stretch marks showing everywhere and that he’ll never look the same again when elias is in a meeting. It’s only fair. Ok <3
Anytime I talk about breeding kink I always feel a little bad for jons kid especially with je like. Damn. That kids gonna grow up to have mental illnesses people don’t even know exist yet
“Er-” Jon struggles to focus through the double vision, taken aback. Of all the things to- “Not - not really?”
“Mmmm.” It’s hum is pensive and static and it rumbles in Jon’s ears, spreading fractals across his vision. “Neither do I. At least, I do not think I am supposed to?”
“So you- what?”
It giggles, causing a fresh wave of vertigo and nausea, and its wrist slips from Jon’s trembling grasp. “Something to think about, perhaps.”
And then it’s gone, and Jon is very alone, very confused, and very aroused. He doesn’t think he is supposed to be aroused.
I love horny je tumblr because it’s becoming more and more obvious all of us are Very Weird and are unsure how weird we are allowed to be so just kind of. Nervously egging each other on like “am I legally allowed to say this. Is this okay with you. Wait sick it is??? Holy shit. Anyway what if jon got thrown into the torment dimension but he got pregnant from it”
I think jon should be in a threesome maybe with jst where sashas saying sooo many mean things to him all in this cute baby voice like she’s talking to a puppy chasing it’s own tail and Tim knows jons insecure as fuck about his intelligence so he’s just kind of discreetly looking at Jon to see if he’s okay and he’s currently whimpering so loud, drooling, desperately nodding at everything she’s saying humping her hand and begging pleasepleaseplease and when she asks if there’s anything going on in his head right now he just whines and shakes his head and she coos over him and thanks him for being soo honest with them and Tim’s just like. Oh. Nevermind then.
Jon had not expected to find his future self down in the tunnels when he snuck down to investigate. He had expected even less to turn a corner and find it clearly…aroused, cock hard and heavy between its legs. Jon couldn’t help but stare for a moment, but that was okay right? Technically it was him, just a bit in the future? He decided not to examine any little hints of envy he felt, shoving those into the little box in his mind. As these thoughts flitted through his mind he realized that he was no longer unnoticed. Eyes opened up, more than the normal two, each fixating on him, except its original two which seemed hazy. He felt pinned, like a physical force was holding him there. It tilted its head as though considering something, instead of words it made an odd humming sound.
As the monster, and it certainly seemed much more monstrous than before at the moment, crawled toward him, Jon tried to move. It was twenty feet away, ten, moving slowly but deliberately, with a look in its eyes that Jon didn’t know how to quantify. He needed to move a few more seconds it would be on him, he hesitated briefly, surely it wouldn’t hurt him, it was him? His hesitation broke as it lunged at him growling, and with a cry Jon broke free of whatever was holding him.
He managed to get about halfway down the tunnel before it was on him, moving faster than Jon could ever hope to. Pinning him to the ground, it should have hurt but its tail wrapped around him, both restraining him and cushioning his fall. Its muzzle pressed into the back of his neck for a moment as though smelling him, no not as though, it was sniffing him. A click to his left had him groaning, of fucking course, the tape recorder sat innocently just out of his reach, wheels turning. Jon chose to ignore that, just considering he had bigger issues at the moment.
“Okay listen, I know you are technically me so, wh-what are you-ahh,” Jon yelped as he felt claws shredding the clothes from his lower half in a few quick motions. It seemed to at least not be cutting him, though…Good lord was it going to eat him? Had it completely lost its mind? Why was it doing this? His mind refused to jump to the most logical conclusion at the moment, that was absurd.
“D-don’t! Put me down!” Jon’s struggles were futile, his hands were pinned to his sides by its tail, and he could even reach any part of it to bite. He felt panic welling up inside him alongside fear as he felt its hot breath against his arse. He was going to be eaten by his future self, this was insane, he almost wanted to laugh. Only instead of the sharp sting of teeth, and the crunching of bones, he felt something pressing between his legs. It was rough, and wet, a bit bristly, and Jon realized what it was a second before it was sliding inside.
“Nghh,” Jon’s complaint broke off into a moan as its tongue slid inside him, it was a stretch, but a manageable one. Though if this was an indication of how things were going to go, this was hardly going to be the biggest thing it would make him take. It was thin, but long, pressing inside him, rubbing against his wall, and it seemed to know exactly where to press to drive him insane. It wasn’t long till Jon was clenching down his whole body trembling as he came, before going limp hoping that would be it. Only the tongue didn’t stop, quickly pushing him into overstimulation, pressing and pressing, Jon wondered if it was trying to squeeze into his womb.
Luckily for his sanity and internal anatomy it seemed to be satisfied just pushing Jon into a second weak orgasm, his walls spasming as its tongue slid back out, with a wet sound rolling back up into its odd mouth. The other him, the monster, chittered at him, though Jon had no clue what it was trying to convey. Still it had stopped and Jon sighed in relief, that had been a lot, but at least it was over.
As was his luck the universe seemed keen on immediately proving him wrong as he was lifted up, claws and tail holding him so tightly he couldn’t possibly get free. Something hard pressed against his backside, it was hot and wet against him, and he probably didn’t need the eye to tell him it was his other self’s cock.
“You can’t be-,” Jon stuttered as the head of its shaft, slightly flared, pressed against the opening of his cunt. It slipped past the opening brushing his clit, which made Jon whimper, still overstimulated from his other two orgasms. He could feel it slide along his stomach, and god it was huge, there was no way. The first failure didn’t stop it as it tried again, once more slipping past, Jon whimpered, there was no way, it couldn’t possibly?
“Stop it won’t, you can’t make it fi-“ once more the universe was laughing as it repositioned him, pinning him tight to the floor, thrusting home this time. He couldn’t bite back a scream, the sound echoing down the tunnels, as it thrust shallowly inside him.
Oh god he was going to die, there was no way he could take this and he knew from what he had seen this couldn’t be much more than the tip. It was going to tear him open, kill him right here, he struggled, he had to get free, but it’s claws just tightened in warning, slowing sliding him back off its cock, with a slightly apologetic tone to its humming.
“Thank you,” Jon mumbled, as it started to pull out, thinking it was understanding, before crying out his whole body trembling. What he had thought were just odd bumps on the shaft flared out now into what felt like spikes, why did it have barbs? The pain made him clench down harder, which only made the feeling worse. He tried to beg it to stop moving, please just hold still but the only word he managed was please.
It didn’t stop the future him from shifting its grip to wrap a clawed hand around his waist. He froze, no no please, as it pulled him back down it was like an arm was being shoved into his cunt, stretching him wide. It hurt, it felt good, it was too much as it pressed deeper, and deeper, making space for itself inside him. He let head fall forward only to catch a glimpse of his stomach as it lifted him slightly. His panting breaths came faster, realizing he could see the outline of its cock inside him.
He was pretty sure at that point he had blacked out for a bit, his body going limp as it used him. He was just a toy, a cocksleeve, easily maneuvered by his other self, just here to make it feel good. Not that he didn’t feel only pain, in fact as its thrust got a bit rougher it pressed hard against the spot inside him that had him seeing stars. He didn’t think he could come again, but well, as was said the universe over proving him wrong, his vision went white as he threw his head back, not even trying to hold back his whorish moans. Not like anyone else was here to hear, just the two of him.
Apparently his orgasm had been encouragement because to his other self as its grip tightened. Jon blinked, no surely not, his mind refused to acknowledge that what he had felt pressing against him was a knot. Whether he accepted it or not thought didn’t really matter at the moment. Jon tried to object, tried to beg, but he couldn’t get the air to, choking on spit as he felt his entrance start to stretch further.
The monstrous him grumbled clearly unhappy that his body wasn’t just accepting what it was trying to do. Jon felt the absurd instinct to apologize, sorry his body had limits, hysterical laughter bubbling from his lips. It paused, then Jon felt pressure against his clit, rubbing gentle circles, pushing him once more into a weak orgasm. As his body relaxed again the monster took the opportunity, managing to finally pop its knot past the last bit of resistance that had been lessened by his orgasm.
“Ahh,” Jon screamed, in equal parts pleasure, pain, and shock, his stomach was distended around the knot, enough to make him look in the early stages of pregnancy. As if that wasn’t enough he felt warmth inside and horror washed over him as he realized his other self was now coming inside him. The knot kept anything from leaking out and Jon could only watch in terrified awe as his stomach swelled further.
Mercifully he did pass out at this point again, falling into inky blackness as all his senses were overwhelmed, though it did manage to wring another orgasm out of him as his vision went dark.
He wasn’t sure how long he was out but when he came too his face was pressed into something soft, and he was no longer lying on the floor. Instead there was something warm beneath him, his vision resolved and he realized he was now lying on top of his monster self. It was cradling him in all four of its arms, pressing his face into its neck fluff. Jon was almost surprised by how safe he suddenly felt, considering the events of the last however long.
Speaking of which, his legs were still stretched wide and he could feel pressure that said the massive cock was still locked in his cunt. He gingerly tried to lift his hips up, but it only made him cry out as the knot tugged on his insides. Abandoning the notion of getting free for now he let himself collapse back against its warm stomach. It chittered at him the vibration causing its cock to shift inside him, pulling the last of his sanity together he managed to glare.
“Don’t move,” He tried for a firm tone but a lazy thrust of its hips had him practically squeak the words out. It chittered again clearly laughing, but its eyes were clearer now, and Jon was suddenly aware that it was in heat. He groaned, unsure where the knowledge came from but well it made sense. He also got the feeling that this certainly wasn’t over, that feeling was reinforced as it gave another lazy thrust of its hips, before unrolling its tongue flicking over his clit. Jon just hoped he kept any part of his sanity by the end of this.
Do you think Jon ever looks at his Feelings and fantasies and goes. Hm. Where the hell did any of this come from. Personally I think he should take advantage if the fact his dad/husband can read his mind. If you can’t do your own self reflection asking your dad is fine
Just like what if Elias had a kid before you know getting body-napped, but clearly he didn’t know and the Beholding didn’t tell Jonah because why would it be important?
So here’s Jonah with a whole new body and then just getting baby Jon dropped off on his doorstep, because of reasons.
I just think it’s hot if jon is like. Very aware fucking elias is a terrible idea and extremely wrong and elias is horrible for doing it and goes I am going to do it anyway. I think he should go “Oh we really shouldn’t do this huh.” “Oh no, definitely not.” “…did you mean the thing about getting me a collar or-”
The only reason je’s weird ass sex life doesn’t go up in flames is because elias can read his mind btw. Jon says “I’m fine with you being rude to me.” And what he means is “can you pretend I’m just a dumb little dog but it’s okay because I was just made to make you feel good and don’t have to do anything else, because I’m so good at it and I deserve to be treated like it.”
Jon says he likes it when his partner is rude to him and what he means is he wants elias to treat him like he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to take care of himself like he’s just so helpless and dumb and god, he was so cruel to leave him unattended, poor baby, how could he have thought his greedy little thing could handle it all alone? He’s so sorry. He’ll have to break him in again. Clearly he needs someone to take care of him. Clearly he’s not ready to be a person yet.
I don’t know how the hell jon would find out that there are now aus where elias is his actual dad but I think he should find out. I think he would be very normal about this information.
Yall dont even know about the insane canon jon/au jon dynamic that solely exists in me and my friends dms and also my brain. The views beautiful over here boss. No I don’t know how to explain it to you. I just think. Horrible toxic self love is fun. I think it’s fun when another version of jon who’s become so much worse and is so much happier sees him trying to be good and being miserable for it and still resents everyone who made him that miserable goes aren’t you tired? Aren’t you tired??? I think another version of jon should make him so much worse. In my humble opinion. And there should be some fauxcest going on.
Taking this out of the tags because ur tags are so good and deserve a proper reply. I think honestly seeing how his other self was treated is kind of vindicating for au jon. Like HA. In many many ways. Elias cares even if he’s not his son, he never could’ve gotten better so he’s not a bad person for not trying, and he was RIGHT! It was just him and elias and nobody would’ve tried to understand and that’s horrible but it’s also freeing him off that responsibility because he was right. He couldn’t get better and there was no reason to. (Unreliable narrators my beloved.) I do think he like. Finds himself oddly protective of this other him because here’s a version of him that actually tried and isn’t even allowed to get anywhere. Resents these versions of people he never even met. I just think. Au jon being a terrible influence. Au jon justifying them feeding maybe. Giving him excuses. Going “Well, would you rather die?”
I just think. Au jon should make him worse. Understand him. Feel genuine sympathy for him. Give him all the comfort and love he hasn’t had in years and make him so much worse. I just think. Jon should be terrified by how happy au jon is and how easy it’d be for him to have that <3 and I think au jon should pull him closer to Jonah the whole time
Jonelias late night incest…. sleeping in the same bed every night even when Jon is much too old for it… Jon trying to crush down the urge to masturbate, sometimes. He can’t. Not in his dad’s bed, Elias sleeping soundly right next to him. But soon he starts testosterone. Can’t bring himself to leave the warm covers (not with his father so close, not with his scent lingering on the sheets, the quilt. Jon slipping a hand into his pants, just the once. Trying to muffle his soft little whines. Trying so so hard to think about anyone other than his dad.
Tells himself it’s the last time, the only time, but it happens again the next night, and the night after that, and the one after that…. it isn’t long before Jon breaks. Imagines his father waking up. Seeing what a desperate needy slut he raised. Shushing him. Stripping them both and pressing so deep inside…
And then one night perhaps Elias does wake up. Makes a soft sound of reassurance. Holds his son back to chest, so safe and warm in his arms. Begins to open Jon up slow and methodical. Slips inside. Tender and loving as he breeds his son <3
Look I just think if Jon and AU Jon who is Elias’s kid meet Jon should make some comment about it being very obvious who raised him. AU Jon should be very not normal about this.
Look I just think if Jon and AU Jon who is Elias’s kid meet Jon should make some comment about it being very obvious who raised him. AU Jon should be very not normal about this.
Canon Jon seeing a dark reflection of what he could have been had he just been less attached to his humanity, and finding both horror and envy at the thought. Saying in horrified fascination what he’s thinking while wishing there was some way he could both help his other self see the terror in his situation and have even a fraction of what he has in his certainty regarding Elias.
“You just remind me so much of him, easy enough to tell who raised you.”
Au Jon hearing he’s like his dad, the person he looks up to, the most important person to him. He doesn’t pay attention to the horror in his other self’s voice, only to the envy. He only cares that Elias left a mark on him, that he’s special, and so he takes it as a compliment, and also a bit of an admission that his other self wants something like that too. So of course he’s not thinking of how fucked up his next words are to his reflection.
“Well yes, I should hope so. Do you think your Elias left an impression on you too?
there are a lot of ways you can plausibly have tim react to jonelias, from uncomfortable pity to new, exciting forms of anger, but I’ve realized that my favorite is the ever apathetic and genre-aware ‘no. just no. I refuse to let this be a plot-point in my life, jon you’re coming with me’
I always find it funny when people write bdsm erotica where the dom is really aggressive and demanding and the sub is all sweet and innocent when I feel like more often than not the dynamic is a sub who asks for the most insane, out of pocket, dangerous, borderline illegal, unhinged shit and a dom who’s like “hmmm ok yeah maybe we can scale that back a bit”
