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.
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.
Intern Jon just being a mess, he is trying so hard to get a good grade at work. Only instead of being able to focus he’s having these feelings. It doesn’t help that Elias keeps showing up, when he is most inundated with said feelings, and makes it worse.
Jon’s trash is filled with snapped pens from trying to keep his feelings under control. Or they’re just chewed to hell because boys got an oral fixation a mile wide.
He tries smoking but Elias shows up there, lightly scolding him that he shouldn’t take up the habit. Jon is trying very hard not to say, well if I had something else to put in my mouth. That is not professional workplace language.
Everyone thinks he’s a bit of a bitch, but the truth is he is constantly turned on and can do absolutely nothing about it.
Just Elias using the fact that he can know what Jon is thinking to drive him insane.
*whispers* What if we take Jon who was the child of divorce in the Elias, Gertrude hell polycule, until Elias killed her.
(Which is a whole layer of fucked up but not the point of this post.)
And that same Jon is now in the divorced hell polycule with Helen and Elias.
Something about Jon begging while he’s being opened up and fucked. He grabs onto Elias when he says something rude to Helen whimpering for Elias not to take away his mum again.
Do you see the trauma there?
Elias just standing there completely calm as he shocks Jon, who won’t stay down at first. Until he ends up writhing and whimpering on the floor, probably already pissed himself, unable to stop twitching from the residuals.
Elias asking if Jon is going to behave, or if he’ll have to increase the voltage.
Jon trying not to fall into the corruption: What if elias raped me and bred me over and over again , forced my body to change to accommodate his claim on me, what if I was a home for a permanent mark of how much he loved me, something made up of both of us, what if he violated me and consumed me and I was helpless and so so wanted he needed to have a part of him inside me at all times. What if I got consumed by what loved me what if he ruined me.
Elias: …well. This is better than worms.
Piss kink on the brain again,,, I think Elias should make him hold it while giving him a blow job because hes a big boy now, surely he can handle waiting a few extra minutes, can’t he? Jon whimpering and squirming and trying very hard not to look aroused even though his face is so flushed and they both can see how much it’s affecting him,, even when elias came he’s still being mean about it,, pressing down on his bladder and asking how it felt, if he really needed it, if he’s sure he can’t wait a little longer, he was hoping he’d get to fuck him properly, so disappointing, he was looking forward to it,,, Jon whining so loud,,, fhnghfhfhf
Heyyyyyyy. Who wants almost 2k words of Elias sneakily mentally tormenting Jon during a meeting? Sequel to Morning Indulgence, this time Elias is making Jon squirm in front of a whole entire audience <3. Will eventually be cleaned up and posted to ao3.
Warnings for:
- Rape (Elias gives Jon multiple rape fantasies, but the fantasy insertion is also happening without Jon’s knowledge or consent)
- Public masturbation (Elias really REALLY wants to make Jon touch himself where just anyone could see. And he gets it <3)
- Elias is just a bigtime pervert creep who enjoys spying on Jon (very relatable of him tbh)
- Threat of forced pregnancy (in the fantasy Elias gives Jon)
Words for Jon are: cunt, cock, dick, hole, nipples, chest. Fic under the cut:
I think everytime jon thinks about elias calling him childish he has to take like ten days to recover. The first time he actually Calls him childish he bursts into tears on the spot. It’s like in the middle of thing he finds hot as fuck and thing he’s terrified of being perceived as. And I think Elias should exploit it so hard. Says if he acts like a child he will be treated like one. But also with the subtext of he will teach him. He will make him be better he isn’t angry only disappointed, he will make him so much better he will teach him he will hold his hand and walk him through it even when he’s annoying and bratty and childish he will make him better. He loves him even when he’s whiny and easily confused and doesn’t know what to do. It’s what a father’s supposed to do after all.
Everyone at the institute playing Boyfriend, Son or Dog when Elias talks about Jon before they meet him.
thinking about an AU where Elias is Jon’s father who isn’t directly responsible for raising him but who visits on occasion. The visits stop for about a year, and then Mr. Spider happens, and about a month later Elias is at their door again.
He’s slightly. Different now, and it’s strange, but Jon was never really that close to his dad before and now he’s taking a more active interest in his son’s life. Clever and charming and funny in a dry sort of way. And affectionate, when Jon’s very very lucky. He can’t raise Jon himself no matter how much he begs. Doesn’t have the time nor desire ti be a single father, but Jon is interesting, and Elias wants to keep him in his life. Guide him, maybe. He’s ripe for Beholding….
Of course Jon grows up feeling Very Normal about his father. It’s not romantic love, really (nothing ever really has been, for Jon). But it’s the closest he’s ever gotten and he wonders if it might be. It’s this quiet, aching desperation. He wants- needs his father in his life. Longs for his approval and affection. To be near him. It’s all messy and tangled and painful. When he was younger he used to imagine what it would be like to be held by Elias. To sleep in his arms. When he was older he started to imagine… other things.
The summer before he starts college he spends a few weeks with Elias down in London. It’s not the first time, he’s been allowed the occasional weekend or vacation once he was old enough. It’s always been intense. Difficult. Being so close to Elias yet feeling so far. Paralyzed by the wrongness of his feelings, the weight of them. Confusing and heavy and ill-defined. Wanting touch and affection and… and something. And perhaps one night Elias shares a bottle of wine with him. Sits ever-so-slightly too close to him on the couch. And perhaps Jon drinks a little too much, finds himself curled into Elias’ arms, warm and safe and secure. Body singing with the contact. And when Elias sways in slightly closer (maybe to kiss Jon’s forehead, maybe just from the drink
(maybe something else)) it’s Jon who reaches up to cup his cheek and kiss him, awkward and sloppy and so, so hungry for everything his father can give him. He knows its wrong, knows he’ll hate himself for it in the morning. But right now Elias is kissing him back. Is going so easily when Jon tugs him down, heavy and strong and pinning Jon to the couch. It’s Jon who opens his legs, lifts his hips for his father to remove his trousers. Who shakily nods when Elias asks if he’s sure, so gentle and soft. Moaning and whimpering as Elias’ clever fingers begin to spread him open. Crying out when his father finally, finally pushes deep inside. Jon’s never had his dad so close. He feels like he’s drowning, he feels so good.
Basically je incest should be constantly toeing the line where technically elias isn’t doing anything but going as close as he possibly can to doing it without actually initiating himself. Kind of hovering over that line as if he’s saying to Jon “I’m not going to make you. But if you want it, I’ll make it good for you.” It is so so dubious. Technically Jons the one initiating but Elias should be gentlyyyy prodding him closer and closer to that line and welcome him over it far too eagerly.
Something about Elias as Jon’s adoptive parent has been compelling me for a while now,, something about the dynamic it gives them. Complicated and messy but also very very horny OK. I think it could be so fun.
Ohh my god I love this ao much I have to put my thoughts out of the tags I’m sorry. I’m being attacked by brain worms rn. Jon who feels completely responsible for his grandma’s death, because he wandered off again and she’d been worried SICK what was he thinking and then. And then. Jon who was so angry and bitter and lonely all the time, snapping at anyone who got too close and always so so scared of everything that moves wrong, not even able to cry. Just feel this horrible horrible Thing in his chest, this hole that feels like it’ll consume him one day and he doesn’t know how to make it stop. Nobody wanted him. Nobody wanted the kid that yells and slams the doors and doesn’t like talking to anyone and hates bad textures and doesn’t like any of your food. Until for some ungodly reason, Elias tells him he’s going to be adopting him officially. And for the life of him he can’t understand why. He’s not cute or polite or appealing or anything any of the others would get adopted for and Elias just seems more than happy to sit in the same room with him and read together. Like nothings wrong with him at all.
Godddd. Jon who doesn’t know if he’s ever loved anyone or how to do it, how he’d even know if he loved someone. Feels sick with guilt when Elias starts saying “I love you” and he doesn’t know if he can say it back, even though he wanted to hear it more than anything. But he’s desperate and feels like he’s dying if Elias isn’t around and clings to him so hard he bruises so maybe that’s close enough. Elias is stern and firm but so gentle. Seemingly endlessly patient. Tucks him into bed and nothing he does ever seems to phase him, not really. Reads to him, gets him a stuffed animal even when he says he’s too old for one, he’s not a baby, and Elias just says he saw him staring at it, he’s really not subtle. Lets him sit on his lap while he reads to him and runs his fingers through his hair and he doesn’t know if he can call him dad but what else can he call it. Doesn’t know if he loves him like you should love a father or loves him in a way he’s really really not supposed to love him or if he loves him at all. Just knows there’s something awful in his chest that wants to cling onto him and never let him leave and burrow into his skin. And the older he gets the worse it gets, but Elias never seems to bat an eye.
I just think. Their first time should be so gentle and loving and possessive. Elias so gentle with him even as he cages him in his arms and tells him how proud he makes him, how brave he is coming to him, he’ll make it so good for him, he promises. I think Elias should tell him he’s safe here and Jon should burst into tears. I think Jon should cling onto him and whine so loudly for his dad, for more, deeper, closer, please, because it’s not even just about arousal it’s about needing to be so close they’re almost the same, about needing to be so beloved and coveted for Elias to open him up and see him and think he’s beautiful and worth taking care of. He’s never felt smaller or safer than when Elias was gently rubbing circles into his back as he cries, so full and so sure he can’t take anymore but needing it so bad he can barely breathe. Jon never feeling more wanted than when Elias gently guides his hands on where to touch him, where to touch himself, his hand so much bigger than his, smiling like he’s indulging himself. Looks at him so fondly he wants to cry. Just. Jon acting more like a kid during sex than he ever lets himself outside of it. Heavy age play before Jon even knows what age play is. Jon doesn’t know how to ask Elias to take care of him but he knows how to spread his legs and whine so prettily and think so loudly “I’m sorry I can’t be nice or make friends or be normal but can I make you feel good? I don’t know if I love you. But I need you. Is that enough? Please take care of me. I’ll make it good for you.” I just. Yeah. Yeah….
Jon was desperate, and also an idiot, that was the only explanation he could come up for why he had ended up in his current position. Kneeling in front of Peter offering his mouth for just the chance to talk to Elias on the phone. In his defense he had tried everything else, short of breaking in to prison talk to his da-to Elias. So yes desperate and stupid about summed up his current state.
“Go on then, deals a deal,” Jon glared at Peter, he sounded far too amused, probably thought the whole thing was quite funny. Still he was right, so Jon swallowed his pride, ignoring the obvious joke about swallowing Peter would no doubt make, luckily unlike Elias Peter couldn’t just dip into his head. Despite Jon’s intentions it was hard not to hesitate once Peter’s dick was freed from his pants, honestly it was just excessive. Something of Jon’s thoughts must have shown on his face as Peter laughed, “What too much for you? Thought you would be used to taking whatever’s given to you.”
“What’s that-,” Jon’s indignant response, underlined with static was cut off as Peter apparently decided that he was no longer interested in being patient. Hooking one of his hands in Jon’s hair, the other gripping his jaw to guide him onto his cock. He didn’t go far, just pressing the tip against his tongue, but the stretch was already uncomfortable and Jon doubted he was going to be content with that.
“No questions, use your mouth for something useful,” Peter released his jaw, not that Jon could close it, but kept a grip on his hair, giving a slight tug and he got the hint. Bracing himself with his hands on Peter’s thighs he slowly pressed forward, it wasn’t comfortable like with El-, like normal, the stretch making his jaw cramp already. Bobbing his head slowly, he tried to take more of him, only to choke when he went any further than about a third of the way. God he probably looked a mess, drool already dripping down his chin. Pulling together a bit of composure he looked pointedly at the phone, trying to remind Peter of the deal without his voice.
“I’m sure he’ll call soon, probably already watching you,” Jon froze, realizing that yes, the constant feeling of being watched had shifted, now it was focused on him, watching him humiliate himself. The feeling made Jon shudder, his traitorous body growing wet immediately. He wanted to scream, he wasn’t here, but that didn’t seem to matter considering the wetness he could feel between his thighs as he tried to shift to a more comfortable position. Instead he moaned as his shifting gave him the barest pressure, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth.
“That really all it takes? Just knowing he can see you like this and you’re dripping?” Jon whined, it wasn’t his fault, not that he could defend himself, Peter clearly decided that he had enough time to warm up. The grip on his hair turned harsh, yanking him forward, his cock battering the back of his throat. He was choking, and he still had more to take, and Peter seemed intent to have him take it all. Panic started to overcome his shame as he realized that he may have made a mistake.
The phone ringing cut through his panic, and Peter’s grip eased slightly, letting him pull back enough to get his mouth free. Jon tried to catch his breath coughing and spluttering, a vision of himself slipped into his head, as thought he was looking in a mirror. He looked a wreck already, covered in drool, lips swollen and red. He didn’t know if it was the eye or Elias but either way shame bubbled up inside him, to be seen like this. Pushing those thoughts away as best he could he stared at the phone, some part of him, the part that Jon loathed when he was in his right mind was screaming that his da- Elias was calling, and Peter wasn’t picking up.
“Get your mouth back where it’s supposed to be and I’ll answer, remember the deal,” Peter sounded completely unconcerned with Jon’s internal struggle, just vaguely amused. Jon unsure how much longer the phone would ring, decided not to test their agreement. This time he did his best to relax his mouth as much as he could, before wrapping his lips back around Peter, still an uncomfortable stretch. Doing his best to convey his intention to behave as he suckled at the head, Jon’s eyes flicked from Peter, to the phone, back to Peter. His thoughts repeating a litany of please, please answer, please, please, please.
“Better,” Peter picked up the phone and Jon could barely hear the robotic voice on the other end of the line, informing Peter where the call was coming from. Jon strained trying to hear as Peter greeted Elias, but it was just too quiet, and Jon wanted to wail. Instead he pressed forward, back to where Petre had held him before, if he got a little closer maybe he could hear. Peter’s voice cracked the tiniest bit as Jon swallowed around him, glancing down at him with an amused chuckle.
“Your Archivist is very eager, think you’ve been a bit soft in its training though.” Jon whined blushing furiously as Peter’s free hand gripped his hair again, despite trying to stay quiet to hear Elias. “Still it’s pretty good if you use a firm hand.”
He punctuated that statement with a slight yank, threatening to breach past his gag reflex and into Jon’s throat, before sliding back again. Using Jon like a toy, Jon tried to relax as much as he could, trying to ignore the obscene sounds, and the drool dripping onto his clothes. He wondered if Elias could hear, he could see, but was he loud enough for the phone to pick up his shameful moaning?
“Yes I’ve been making sure it eats, though it’s very picky,” Peter wasn’t even looking at Jon, keeping a steady rhythm, shallow enough for Jon to breathe, but not enough for him to get any words out. He should hate it, being used being talked about like he wasn’t there, he tried to tell himself he did. Lying to himself had always worked before.
“Don’t worry I’m not going to break it,” Peter chuckled at whatever Elias said and Jon wanted to scream. Let him talk to him, that was the deal, Jon would let Peter use him and Jon could talk to Elias. Peter looked down at him thoughtfully for a moment as though contemplating something. “It doesn’t need to breathe right?”
Jon probably should have seen what happened next coming, anything creative Peter came up with was not going to be fun for him. But he was so focused on trying to hear Elias he hadn’t braced himself. So he was not ready as he was yanked forward again, deeper than before, than he had ever managed, than he would ever want. Peter’s cock pressed past the last barrier to settle in his throat, and even Peter had to moan at that. Instinctively Jon panicked, he couldn’t breathe, and Peter’s grip was like iron holding him so his nose was pressed against the thick hair of his crotch. Thrashing did nothing, he was so much smaller than Peter. The logical part of him knew he was going to be fine, but that part wasn’t currently being heard over the part screaming he was dying.
“It didn’t like that, calm it down before it hurts itself would you?” Peter’s voice was a bit shaky, as he tried to affect his usual amused tone, clearly enjoying as Jon’s throat spasmed around him. All Jon could focus on, other than his brain telling him he was dying, was the phone, now on speaker, that Peter has set on the desk.
“Hello Jon, I see you’re being a good boy for Peter why don’t you relax?” Jon felt tears dripping down his cheeks, it had been so long since he had heard his d-Elias’s voice. It soothed something inside him, and almost on instinct he tried to do as he said, no longer thrashing about. If Elias said he’d be fine he would be, he wouldn’t hurt him, he would, he wouldn’t kill him. He felt his whole body shudder, and a blush formed on his face as he realized he had just orgasmed just from hearing Elias’s voice.
“Yes, don’t need to worry about pesky little things like breathing anymore.” Jon hummed, trying to agree, ignoring the moan it drew from Peter. He didn’t matter, he might as well not even be here to Jon, except for his cock still in his throat. The image of himself from earlier was back, he looked even more wrecked now, his eyes red from tears, and his mouth stretched obscenely around Peter. He could even see the impression of his dick in his throat, pressing it outwards. His pants were soaked, a wet spot forming on the front, an obvious tell that he was dripping wet. He shuddered both reveling and ashamed by the fact that Elias could see how much of a slut he was.
“Unfortunately I do have to be going soon, can’t be on the phone all day,” Jon tried to shake his head, but Peter now gripped his hair with both hands, immobilizing him completely. He tried to make eye contact with Peter, beg him without words, please let him talk to him, please, please.
“Make me cum, and I’ll let you talk,” Peter gave a lazy thrust, not even pulling out of his throat as Jon gagged around him. Jon whimpered, that hadn’t been the deal, but he knew Peter wasn’t going to care about that argument. Instead Jon tried, swallowing around Peter as best he could, ignoring the drool forced out as he slowly drew back, just a little bit as Peter let him, before sliding back down. The sounds were obscene, Jon wanted to die, wanted to end this, he was so close, he didn’t this, but it was the only way.
It didn’t take long, especially once Peter took control, sliding his mouth up and down his length while ignoring any damage he was doing. It was fine Jon would heal, he hummed and gagged and swallowed, anything to push Peter over the edge. The phone was silent other than breathing, but the feeling of being watched was stronger than ever, pressing down on Jon like a warm blanket, that could turn smothering at any time.
Peter was almost silent as he came, flooding Jon throat as he pulled back, sending the last few spurts onto Jon’s face. Jon tried to sallow but it was too much, as his abused throat contracted sending semen dripping out of his moth onto his already drool covered clothes. It didn’t matter, Jon gasped for air as he threw himself at the phone pulling it close, coughing trying to clear his lungs enough to speak.
“Good boy,” Elias sounded so proud and Jon preened, joy at finally, finally being able to talk to Eli-to his dad after so long, rushed through him. Only to drain away as he finally went to speak, only to be met with the dial tone as the phone disconnected. It was like someone had punched him in the stomach, as he curled up on the floor. He ignored Peter who simply tucked himself away before leaving Jon alone on the floor. Jon wailed, tears dripping down his cheeks, he was filthy covered in come and drool, his cunt still soaked from earlier. He had completely debased himself, and for what? To hear Elias on the phone for a few seconds?
Something hard and plastic poked into his back as he cried. Rolling over hr saw a tape recorder, sitting innocently, recording his shame. He pressed the button to stop the recording, before slowly pressing rewind. He just needed to hear his voice, it was all he had, curled up in the head office clutching a tape recorder Jon wept.
“I am grateful I was caught” is extremely effective horror and is terrifying. But unfortunately I am Horny. And I think Elias should make Jon say it <3 his son needs to be taught how to behave, it’s not his fault he doesnt know any better. He’s lucky he has such a good father to teach him. Hfnfgjdnsnd. I need to be put down
Actually Elias threatening to breed Jon as punishment would be sooooo tasty. Many good flavors. Maybe Elias wants to remind Jon who he belongs to, force him to walk around with Elias’ claim visible and growing in his stomach. Maybe he thinks Jon needs to learn some responsibilities. Maybe he just thinks Jon needs a physical reminder of his “lesson,” needs to remember the cost of misbehaving when he’s wracked with morning sickness, has milk leaking through his shirts, needs to slink off to the bathroom so often, whenever someone makes a comment on his obvious pregnancy…