Everytime you call Jon prey coded you give me like. 10 million ideas. Unfortunately I can word zero of them. They are just Vibes. But they are there. Anyways will never be over Jon and his massive Thing for being terrified out of his mind but too special to be seriously hurt <33 god bless this man and his weird complexes.
- skiesandcandy
They are the best of vibes. This man was born to have teeth at his throat as he shakes in fear. His true fear response is it fight or flight? Nope it’s going limp and baring his stomach to the predator. If he just is good maybe he won’t be hurt too badly, he can be so good.
Im gonna be thinking about that Jon accidentally (or not accidentally) conditioned with the tape recorders thing forever now ohhh my god. Worst thing to have happen in the Tape Recorders Follow You Everywhere institute. He should be getting weak in the knees everytime he hears that damn click and it should get worse the more beholding he becomes. By the time s5 rolls around it should be so so obvious. I am going to think about this forever now. Help.
- skiesandcandy
Yes my evil agenda is working clearly, Jon is having such a time. Poor baby just going weak at the knees constantly and of course it’s always when he’s in danger that they are most likely to show up. Jon having a fucked up reaction to fear, again, not flight or fight but lay down and bare his throat because if something doesn’t touch him right now he’s gonna lose it.
Thinks about monster jon and the prey coded jon to jon acting like just a very big very dangerous spoiled cat pipeline. Like. Baring his throat to the predator and being good for them to be safe at its strongest. Do you see it. Jon getting comfortable in the jaws of a predator because it's warm and secure here and nobody else can hurt him anymore. Jon and his horrible bad fucked up coping mechanisms. Anyways I'm so normal
- skiesandcandy
Prey-coded Jon my beloved!
Yes Jon is, by any definition that makes sense considering his new form, no longer prey. He’s the most dangerous thing in the apocalypse, nothing can hurt him, not really, he’s the apex predator here. He doesn’t need to go limp and pliant in hopes of appeasing the monsters around him.
However this is Jon, so of course those tendencies aren’t completely gone. So he’s still prey, but only to Jonah, because he belongs to him still, and Jon knows it. Jon is a dangerous monster, a terror to everyone, but just this big soft creature around Jonah. Learned helplessness in monster form.
Jon rolling over and baring his neck to Jonah because he’s still the true predator between the two. That’s okay though because Jonah only hurts him in ways he likes, calls him good, gave him a way to make everything else stop hurting. If it cant make decisions, then is it really its fault?
A terrifying monster in a pretty collar, that just wants to be held and loved and told that it’s being so good. Someone else is holding the leash so this isn’t its fault. Identity sliding away until it’s just the Archive, not anything else, just here to be filled. The big thoughts are sharp with edges that catch and hurt, but the small thoughts are comforting, it’s just here to be used. It can just be empty-headed doing what feels good, whatever Jonah wants, because Jonah wants what’s best for them, right?
Im thinking about the jonsashaelias hell trio again. Help. Omega jon,, Jon in heat thinking nobody's there and sadly chirping subvocals never shutting up even though he tries to because he's lonely and wet and why's nobody here?? He's good he's so good he could be so good, did he do something wrong why is nobody here why does nobody want him he could be so good he promises he can be so good. Sasha and Elias finding him ough. Them looking at each other like...well it's not like we can leave him like this is it?? And he's grabbing onto both of them and whining whenever one of them looks like they might go and really wouldn't it be helpful to have two alphas there for him during his heat? Maybe it'd calm him down faster. Jon is going to get completely spoiled his whole heat by two very very different people as he should be.
Ughh, yes JonSashaElias my beloved.
Jon just being absolutely terrible at tracking his heats, and it being even worse when he’s stressed, and his new position being nothing but stress. Jon pushing aside the pre-heat instincts as stress, he wants his office just so because this place is a mess, not because he wants to make a nest. No he isn’t getting more irritable, how dare you suggest that.
Just ignoring all the warnings so of course he goes into heat while staying late at work. In the moments after he realizes but before his brain short circuits, he is thankful of course that everyone probably went home already. Jon curling up in his office with the door cracked open, having dragged the, definitely not soft enough, blanket from the cot and the single pillow into a rather sad nest.
Nobody else is there so he doesn’t even try to muffle his pathetic whining(his thoughts) subvocals. They start off quiet, but quickly escalate. Chirping out about how he’s just so sad and alone. Nobody cares about him, or he wouldn’t be so alone, why can’t anyone see how good he is? What did he do wrong? Is he a bad omega? Why won’t anyone love him?
Jon so deep into trying to soothe himself he doesn’t hear the door open, but his hindbrain definitely notices the scent of two alphas. Sasha and Elias both hesitating at the door. Sasha because she’s genuinely unsure, while Elias is probably trying to figure out how to send Sasha away, but both instinctually posturing a bit.
Jon’s tone changing from sad to more demanding as the two hesitate, because how dare these alphas be here and do nothing? Can’t they see he’s sad and alone, and so wet. Rolling onto his back, because the part of his brain that feels shame is currently on vacation, presenting a very enticing picture.
A quick and silent conversation is had, purely through pointed glances between the two alphas, with the end decision being that neither was willing to back down, and they couldn’t just leave him there.
Jon finding himself pinned between two alphas, his cunt soaking as he pulled onto Elias’s cock. The stretch feels so nice after feeling so empty. Jon’s subvocals being quite verbal even as he’s panting, a bit overwhelmed, because isn’t he so good, look look how good he is please can he have more, he’ll be so good.
Sasha pulling him forward to get his mouth on her own cock, which doesn’t quiet his subvocals one bit. Look isn’t he doing a good, he can take so much, please more. Sasha giving Elias a look that clearly says, well are t you going to do what he says? A teasing little growl in her own subvocals, which are mostly being used to tell Jon that yes he is a good boy.
Sasha and Elias quickly feeling thankful there are two of them after they realize how insatiable Jon is, and how bossy he is during his heat. Both of them quickly learning to listen to whatever the omega chirped about as he got nippy when they didn’t.
They end up at Elias’s home, since he has an actual house and not a flat. The logistics of getting an omega in heat into a car, and then inside, are complicated and only possible with the two of them. Jon slowly starting to calm down as his heat lulls, making sleepy chirpy sounds instead of words now. Clenching down on the cock in his cunt, while mouthing the other, his eyes hazy.
Maybe at some point Sasha considers leaving, because well it’s Elias’s house and Jon seems to have calmed. So she climbs out of the bed and starts to get dressed. Only to immediately freeze at Jon’s sad little whines, because Alpha leaving? Isn’t he a good omega, don’t leave please, isn’t he a good boy?
Elias raising an eyebrow at her, and asking her ‘where she think she’s going Miss James,’ and Sasha growls at his teasing, which of course only amuses him. Sasha going back to Jon fucking him hard again, as Elias strokes his hair. Letting him know what a good boy he’s being for the two of them, even if he is a bossy little thing.
Jon finally passing out after being throughly fucked, but completely wrapped around the two with no way to extricate themselves. Or at least when they try the omega clings tightly letting out a soft little growl. Both deciding that this can be future them problem, ignoring whatever mortification they may feel in the morning.
The je Sci fi au always gets me. Fellas is it gay to intimately repair your boss and they make satisifed little noises that you try very very hard not to think about what they remind you of. I am sexualizing the machine today. Jon handling all of the most fragile pieces of elias..hnghg
-skiesandcandy
Oh yes.
Jon trying so hard to keep plausible deniability, no he’s just doing his job. Look it means nothing that he’s the only one the computer allows to crawl amongst their wires. All computers make those noises, he is very professional thank you very much.
Yeah no one buys this, and honestly the fatality rate has gonna way down now that the slightly murderous ship AI seems to be distracted. So everyone just turns a blind eye to anything going on.
Jon secretly, okay not secretly at all everyone can tell, loving Elias’s attention, the cameras all turning to follow him. Jon constantly talking to him, confessing all his secrets, and his insecurities, look maybe a machine is the only one who actually understands him.
Jon touching himself in his bunk carefully in view of Elias’s mechanical eyes. He’s so embarrassed but Elias telling him it’s only fair. After all Jon gets to handle his delicate circuitry, and while he can’t physically touch Jon he can guide him verbally. Jon squirming as Elias calls him a good boy, so precious to him, how he almost wishes he still had a body just so he could take Jon apart properly. Jon comes harder than he ever has before at the thought.
Jon in a Victorian nightgown goes hard though. I need Jon seeing himself in the mirror with Jonah running his hands all over him and he simultaneously can't recognize himself and has never looked more like jonathan sims. I need to make je a Gothic horror but like Horny or I'll die. Ok.
- skiesandcandy
Jon wasn’t usually one to sleep in anything more than a ratty t-shirt, and sweats. Jonah had taken one look at such inelegant clothing before discarding them despite any protests Jon might give. The nightgown Jon now stood dressed in was just on the wrong side of opaque, what should be fully covering instead revealing everything to its audience. Jonah giving him an approving smile, and Jon melts a little, because that’s what he wants, approval to be cared for, cherished.
Jon frozen standing in front of a full length mirror, because of course Jonah’s house has an over abundance of mirrors. Something about reflections and truth and being seen, or maybe Jonah just likes how Jon looks when he catches sight of himself. A bit like a deer staring into oncoming headlights. Jon didn’t tend to look at his reflection much, if he could help it, or at least he hadn’t, it was harder here where it stared back from almost every surface.
Only was it his reflection? Yes it looked like him, or at least he thought it did. At what point had he stopped recognizing his reflection? Or was it the other way around? Was the reflection becoming the truth and he was the lie?
A glimpse of movement in the mirror is his only warning as Jonah’s hands snake around him. While the touch is gentle, almost reverent there’s an ownership as he traces Jon’s curves through the pale white fabric. Jonah’s hands knead at his chest, making Jon’s knees go weak, Jonah’s expression in the mirror is possessive as he stares at Jon like he’s a prize that he has won. And isn’t that the truth, Jon can no more pull away than he can leave the house, the door is sealed and the key gone.
Jonah pulling him close his grip like iron, and Jon knows he will have bruises in the morning. Jon leaning into it anyway because it’s so much easier to give into the monster. Jonah spreading him out on the bed looking at him like a particularly tasty meal and Jon can’t meet his eyes staring past him. His eyes meet his own on the mirrored ceiling, and Jon can see the faint glow in their depths, the hunger for this.
Jonah shifting his nightgown up, bunching the fabric about his waist, to press his tongue into his folds, and Jon can’t help the sounds he makes. He wants to close his eyes, but he can’t, he needs to see himself, to know. The him in the mirror is panting and open, his eyes hazy, and it’s not a look Jon has ever seen on his own face, but something about it seems right. He keens as Jonah’s tongue goes deeper and then he’s twitching and gasping and he comes, Jonah’s soft laughter against his cunt as he doesn’t stop pushing him past his breaking point.
And breaks he does, whimpering, tears dripping down his cheeks, knowing that he has made his choice, he chose a the monster, he chose to Know, to See, willing to be consumed and remade.
His eyes focus on the mirror again, and the reflection there is finally himself.
Making them lick someone's boots with je maybe? Or jongerry,,
Humiliation Prompts
Still Accepting Prompts! (Please be as vague or specific as you would like)
JonElias
Jon couldn’t hold back a small whimper as Elias used his hair as a handhold shoving his face down. It wasn’t a particularly tight grip, but Elias was firm and Jon couldn’t even think of disobeying. Honestly he couldn’t think much at all having just spent the past few minutes rubbing off against the shoe Elias was shaving him toward. His tongue darted out, barely a kitten lick on the soft leather, and while Jon couldn’t see Elias from this angle he could hear his disappointed sigh.
“Come now Jon, you dirtied them you should take responsibility and clean them up,” Jon could almost see the smirk on his face as he pressed his shoe against Jon’s face spreading Jon’s slick that covered the tip across his lips. Jon opened his mouth his tongue hanging out but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. Elias sighed as his grip shifted, forcing Jon’s tongue to slide across the expensive leather.
“I suppose I’ll just have to show you more directly,” Jon whimpered, but kept his mouth open, it was always easier when Elias was in control.
JonGerry
“If you want to suck my cock you’ll have to show me how good you are with your mouth first.” Jon wasn’t certain if you could die from embarrassment but Gerry was certainly trying to do Jon in. When Gerry had told him to clean his boots, Jon had reached out only to have his hand slapped away and the tip of one shoved against his cheek.
“You can’t be serious?” Jon eyed the leather, yes they were clean, chosen specifically for this, but still.
“Dead serious,” Jon couldn’t help making a face which had Gerry breaking character for a second, before schooling his expression again. “Come on sweetheart the faster you clean them the faster you can get what you actually want in your greedy mouth.”
Jon but his lip, as though considering giving a put upon sigh. Gerry flicked the remote he held in his hand and Jon gasped clenching down against the plug inside him as it sped up slightly.
“Don’t be a brat,” Gerry said as though he didn’t love Jon giving him a chance to punish him. Jon growled but leaned his head down sliding his tongue across his boot, letting out a small moan. Jon wondered if this actually looked hot, or just ridiculous, glancing up through his eyelashes as he essentially fellated a boot.
If Jon had worried that it would kill the mood, Gerry’s intense expression showed him otherwise. His pupils were blown wide, and if his constant shifting was anything to go by he was clearly having trouble resisting stopping the whole thing to get Jon’s mouth on him instead.
Jon kept up his ministrations, winding Gerry up, knowing he’d pay for it later.