So. I actually had two ideas for this fic, so keep an eye on the notes for when I get the second one written and posted <3. They both involve somnophilia, I hope you don’t mind. This one wound up a tripple drabble because I love words <3
Warnings:
Noncon somnophilia. Jon is asleep the entire time Elias fucks him. (Is it ooc for Elias to do that? Yes. But is it hot? Even more yes, so I don’t care <3)
Implication that Elias has previously creeped on Jon (specifically that he has watched Jon masturbate) (I mean come on do you really think he wouldn’t?)
Also this fic was written by someone running on not enough sleep and fresh off a surgery. (I am in. Pain.) I can’t make any promises re: quality lol. Anyway that should be all. Enjoy!!
For some humiliation prompts from… a while ago actually lmao. Look I can’t lie brain’s not braining so good and I think I might’ve bungled the ending but by god do I just want to get something. ANYTHING posted. Sorry, I hope it’s alright.
(Every time I post JE noncon I feel a teensy bit guilt for how ooc it is. I know he would never do this (to Jon)!! He would want it to be Jon’s choice!! Unfortunately noncon breeding w/ forced orgasm is like. THE kink for me and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for the sake of being horny on the internet.)
Warnings for:
Noncon. Like. Just throughout the whole entire thing. This is just 1.8k words of Jon getting publicly raped.
Jon is drugged (well it maybe functions more as a muscle relaxant, they’re relatively lucid. But still.)
Idk if this needs a warning but. There’s also a lot of unwilling arousal and forced orgasm in their too, as well as (threats of) forced impregnation.
Jon is recorded by others. Also without consent.
It is implied that Jon is worried they will be assaulted again that evening (including if they pass out), although it is unclear if that is actually the case.
Tired as hell and worried I’m forgetting something. Idk. The main point is: fic under the cut:
Beholding won’t tell him who it is, either. Not when he spends his time paranoid and fearful again. Not when having the information would be less frightening than not. Eventually, he’ll be powerful enough to know, but not now.
Maybe it gives him the memory of his rapist’s experience, though. How his tight wet cunt felt on their cock. How wonderful it was. How he came on their fingers, and then again when they fucked him. How sometimes they liked playing with him until he came again and again and again. Enjoying his pliant body, gratified by how responsive he was to their touch. Beholding forcing his own rapist’s pleasure on him until he cums without even touching himself, crying from this additional violation.
Enjoy a very contrived porn scenario I’m now imagining:
Look clearly Jon was left alone a lot during his coma. I think someone should fuck him then. So Peter doing it to make Elias upset is always one of my favorites. Sending him the tape. Wondering if he got Elias’s precious Archivist pregnant.
“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.
Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.
Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.
Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.
Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.
Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.
Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.
Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.
Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.
Jon not knowing why no-one is helping him. People who hours ago he thought were his friends pushing him to his knees and using him like an object. Jon trying to tell anyone outside the institute, but like with quitting he can’t form the words.
Jon being forced to go to a fundraising party only to be used as entertainment for the night. Strapped to a table naked, Elias shoving a plug into his cunt to keep anyone from accessing it but leaning the rest of him open. Donors fucking his ass and mouth all night, as they discuss the weather, or how their family is doing. Jon passing out and continuing to be used until the party is over.
Jon waking up hours later covered in cum, and shaking, breaking down and sobbing. Elias showing up feigning comfort helping him get cleaned up, unable to resist fucking him gently. Jon letting him both because he has to and because Elias is talking to him like a person, not like an object.
Jon spending more and more time in Elias’s office because he’s mostly safe in there. Sure Elias will use him, making him warm his cock, or fucking him over his desk between meetings. But he also lets Jon rest and holds him telling him he’s doing so good, doesn’t view him as just a thing to be used, or at least pretends he doesn’t.
Of course he had been pretty sure about that several times in the last hour. But what else are you supposed to think when a monster version of yourself shows up when you’re all alone sporting huge fangs. Looking at you like it or he or whatever wants to eat you.
Only the monster apparently didn’t see him as a tasty snack, at least not that way, finding himself pinned down the creature nuzzling against his face. It made use of Jon’s shock and fear carefully pulling his pants off, with far more delicacy than his claws should have. Jon his eyes closed had been bracing for the feeling of teeth only to instead go rigid at the feeling of the monster’s tongue pressing against his cunt. Knowledge slipped into his head, and he considered what choices in his life had lead him to being so luckless as to be the only person around when the other him slipped into heat.
The noise he had made when the tongue slid inside had apparently excited the creature and in a few moments Jon found himself clutched in the creatures arms. Why did it have four of them? Jon didn’t know.
Feeling something far thicker than its tongue pressing against his slit as he was slowly lowered onto it. The stretch was a lot and Jon couldn’t keep a hold on his moans as he was used a bit like a toy. Lifted and dropped by the monster, though it did at least seem intent on his enjoyment as well, an unoccupied arms playing with his clit.
When Jon came his whole body shook, slick gushing around the creature’s dick which pulsed inside him. The creature had Jon wrapped up tightly holding him close as he was moved more roughly. Jon let himself go limp, it was a lot but what else was he supposed to do. When he felt the creature cum he thought that would be it, Jon braced to be left empty, but instead.
“What the hell!” Jon managed to get his first actual words out as he could feel something swelling inside him. Hence the thought again that he was going to die, ripped apart from the inside, He tensed his eyes going wide, it was too much, he couldn’t take it, he was going to break. The creature resumed its attention to his clit and Jon could only whimper as another orgasm rushed through him making him clench down. The too full feeling suddenly shifted as his body relaxed again and while he still felt overwhelming full it felt right. He clenched down slightly and shivered at the pulse of pleasure he felt.
Jon, once he was coherent, going to have some stern words with his other self, but for now all of the functioning parts of his brain were focused on how nice he currently felt.
Thinking about joncon gang rape. Warning for omegaverse-typical sexism, victim blaming, forced arousal and orgasm, forced pregnancy, mindbreak. Just. Jon having a really unpleasant time and also cumming buckets. Thoughts under the cut.
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.
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….
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.
Jon’s so very breedable… I just want someone to take advantage of him. Play with him until he can’t even think about the risk of pregnancy until it’s too late. Drug him so all he can do is lie there all sleepy and hazy and pleasured as he gets pumped full of cum. Breed him while he’s actually asleep, totally unaware and unable to do anything to stop it. Tease him until he’s so horny and needy that he fucks himself on his partner’s cock, not even thinking of the consequences until they finish inside him. Mess with his birth control or condoms because they don’t care, they’re going to make sure he’s good and pregnant whether he wants it or not. Push him to the ground while he screams and tries to fight back and forcing him to take cock until he cums helplessly, hating how much pleasure his body is feeling. His rapist continuing to breed him even after he passes out beneath them….
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.
