Thinking about Elias keeping both of Jon’s holes prepared for him. Keeping them plugged throughout the day and then taking out the plug/vibe/dildo when he’s ready to fuck them. Maybe when he’s not hard he can even try fisting Jon, occasionally bringing them to shuddering orgasm while he works or reads.
Or Elias keeping Jon on their knees or on his lap, so Jon can warm his cock while he’s busy and needs both hands available but still wants a part of him inside Jon
Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.
Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.
Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.
It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.
In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.
He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.
just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?
Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.
Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.
Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.
It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.
In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.
He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.
just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?
At some point that morning Jon floats the idea of going home. He’s naked, freshly fucked, and a part of him is slowly but surely registering what a terrible idea this all is.
“I don’t have anything to wear, Elias!”
“Then don’t wear anything.” Elias sounds so very pleased with himself.
“I- I’m not just going to sit around your house in the nude. Don’t be absurd.” It takes an embarrassing few moments to remember he might need to leave the house at some point. “And I can hardly take the tube like this.”
“Oh I’m being perfectly serious, it’s just the two of us here, after all.” His gaze rakes up and down Jon’s exposed body, admiring and lascivious. “But I suppose the London populace might object, even if they have absolutely nothing to complain about.”
Elias’ eyes drift down towards his chest, resting on the swell of his breasts. They’re well-marked by Elias’ teeth and lips, scattered with bruises.
Elias closes his book and rises with a soft exhale. “You can borrow something of mine, perhaps. You looked quite fetching earlier.” It’s humiliating, how easily Elias’ praise affects him. Flustered and warm, he tries to stammer out a response without any idea what he could even say to that. All those months spent chasing Elias’ praise in and out of class, and yet somehow he’s only ever gotten more desperate for it.
Elias approaches him, eyes glittering with hunger and delight, looking for all the world like he knows just how weak Jon has become for his attention, his affection, his lo-
He doesn’t have time to finish that thought before Elias drags him into a long, deep, searching kiss.
Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.
Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.
Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.
It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.
In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.
He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.
just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?
At some point that morning Jon floats the idea of going home. He’s naked, freshly fucked, and a part of him is slowly but surely registering what a terrible idea this all is.
“I don’t have anything to wear, Elias!”
“Then don’t wear anything.” Elias sounds so very pleased with himself.
“I- I’m not just going to sit around your house in the nude. Don’t be absurd.” It takes an embarrassing few moments to remember he might need to leave the house at some point. “And I can hardly take the tube like this.”
“Oh I’m being perfectly serious, it’s just the two of us here, after all.” His gaze rakes up and down Jon’s exposed body, admiring and lascivious. “But I suppose the London populace might object, even if they have absolutely nothing to complain about.”
Elias’ eyes drift down towards his chest, resting on the swell of his breasts. They’re well-marked by Elias’ teeth and lips, scattered with bruises.
Elias closes his book and rises with a soft exhale. “You can borrow something of mine, perhaps. You looked quite fetching earlier.” It’s humiliating, how easily Elias’ praise affects him. Flustered and warm, he tries to stammer out a response without any idea what he could even say to that. All those months spent chasing Elias’ praise in and out of class, and yet somehow he’s only ever gotten more desperate for it.
Elias approaches him, eyes glittering with hunger and delight, looking for all the world like he knows just how weak Jon has become for his attention, his affection, his lo-
He doesn’t have time to finish that thought before Elias drags him into a long, deep, searching kiss.
When they’ve been seeing each other for a few months, and Jon is well and truly captured by Elias, he starts requesting that Jon refer to him as “sir” and “professor Bouchard” in bed.
Not all the time, of course. No need for that if they’re having a quick fuck on his desk. But for longer, more drawn out encounters…
And Jon is so terribly, shamefully turned on by it. He loves to feel powerless in bed. Gets so worked up whenever Elias plays at restraining him, is never more desperate for Elias’ cock than when Elias has him pinned and collared, leash tugging on his neck just enough to make his breaths go shallow and short.
Elias’ praise and fondness and desire for him is very effective at enticing Jon into sex, of course, but nothing gets him wetter than the disappointed teacher routine. Elias’ scorn, his punishments, the reminder to them both that Jon looks up to him, needs him… and the threat of academic consequences and Elias’ anger paired with the promise of future praise, of finding his way back into Elias’ good graces, well, it gets Jon absolutely desperate for cock. And Elias is more than happy to provide.
Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.
Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.
Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.
It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.
In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.
He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.
just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?
At some point that morning Jon floats the idea of going home. He’s naked, freshly fucked, and a part of him is slowly but surely registering what a terrible idea this all is.
“I don’t have anything to wear, Elias!”
“Then don’t wear anything.” Elias sounds so very pleased with himself.
“I- I’m not just going to sit around your house in the nude. Don’t be absurd.” It takes an embarrassing few moments to remember he might need to leave the house at some point. “And I can hardly take the tube like this.”
“Oh I’m being perfectly serious, it’s just the two of us here, after all.” His gaze rakes up and down Jon’s exposed body, admiring and lascivious. “But I suppose the London populace might object, even if they have absolutely nothing to complain about.”
Elias’ eyes drift down towards his chest, resting on the swell of his breasts. They’re well-marked by Elias’ teeth and lips, scattered with bruises.
Elias closes his book and rises with a soft exhale. “You can borrow something of mine, perhaps. You looked quite fetching earlier.” It’s humiliating, how easily Elias’ praise affects him. Flustered and warm, he tries to stammer out a response without any idea what he could even say to that. All those months spent chasing Elias’ praise in and out of class, and yet somehow he’s only ever gotten more desperate for it.
Elias approaches him, eyes glittering with hunger and delight, looking for all the world like he knows just how weak Jon has become for his attention, his affection, his lo-
He doesn’t have time to finish that thought before Elias drags him into a long, deep, searching kiss.
When they’ve been seeing each other for a few months, and Jon is well and truly captured by Elias, he starts requesting that Jon refer to him as “sir” and “professor Bouchard” in bed.
Not all the time, of course. No need for that if they’re having a quick fuck on his desk. But for longer, more drawn out encounters…
And Jon is so terribly, shamefully turned on by it. He loves to feel powerless in bed. Gets so worked up whenever Elias plays at restraining him, is never more desperate for Elias’ cock than when Elias has him pinned and collared, leash tugging on his neck just enough to make his breaths go shallow and short.
Elias’ praise and fondness and desire for him is very effective at enticing Jon into sex, of course, but nothing gets him wetter than the disappointed teacher routine. Elias’ scorn, his punishments, the reminder to them both that Jon looks up to him, needs him… and the threat of academic consequences and Elias’ anger paired with the promise of future praise, of finding his way back into Elias’ good graces, well, it gets Jon absolutely desperate for cock. And Elias is more than happy to provide.
(Warning for some disassociation in the very last paragraph, put the post under a cut just in case)
Jon knows he should be more careful, but somehow protection just keeps slipping his mind. He’ll be too distracted to think of it, not when Elias has eaten him out until he’s cum, when he’s pushed inside Jon’s warm, wet cunt, not when Elias is fucking him until he can’t think anymore.
And Elias? Well, Elias doesn’t really care, is the problem. He’ll wear a condom if Jon remembers to insist, but he wants Jon dripping with his cum. (And he would looks so beautiful, carrying Elias’ child…) So while he may remember with more frequency than Jon, he doesn’t bother to do anything with that information.
Jon tried very hard to ignore the nausea at first. It must’ve been food poisoning, the dining hall offerings are always dreadful, it would hardly be the first time. The odd food cravings? It’s probably perfectly normal. It’s probably fine.
(The frequent urination could just be Elias encouraging him to drink more. He tries to ignore it too. Tries to hold it in. Until one day Elias keeps him too long after class and Jon can’t help but piss himself in front of him. Or maybe Jon wets himself while having sex with Elias, letting out a stream of pee while humping Elias’ leg or fucking himself on Elias’ cock or while Elias spanks him over his desk…)
He genuinely doesn’t notice the missed period. He’s never been good at keeping track of them before (didn’t like to think about having them at all, really, and testosterone meant he went without bleeding at all for several months sometimes). But the nausea hasn’t gone away, and he’s been feeling so fatigued lately. He flinches away from the idea at first. He can’t be pregnant. Not now, in the middle of his degree, not by his teacher. But… at the same time he’s so curious. And terrified. And he knows he needs to check and soon.
The test is positive. His hands are shaking. Everything feels very, very far away. He sends a text to Elias, asking him to come get him. He doesn’t look at the reply, just sinks to the floor and waits for Elias to arrive.
74 “You don’t need to feel sorry for this.” For whatever flavor of JonElias you prefer, I would love to read.
Ah this was a fun one! Tried to keep it to exactly 100 words so a lot of context needed to be implied lol. That being said, warning for:
Infidelity (implied)
Transmasc pregnancy (implied)
Fic under the cut <3
“You don’t need to feel sorry for this, you know,” Elias ran his hand along the swell of Jon’s stomach. Jon trembled beneath him, arched into the touch. “The guilt’s hardly stopped you before,”
He slid Jon’s trousers down just far enough to reveal Jon’s glistening cunt. “It won’t make a difference to them, if they found out what we were doing. You might as well let yourself enjoy it.”
“We can’t keep doing this, I…” Jon trailed off as Elias slipped a finger inside.
“Just once more?” His smile was amused, indulgent.
For Drabble request “Are you asleep?” for whatever form of JonElias you prefer. Please?
Oooooh, 45… that’s my favorite number, actually!!
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!!
“Are you asleep?” Elias murmured, shaking Jon’s shoulder ever-so-slightly. Jon didn’t stir.
Elias smiled, satisfied, and slid Jon’s boxers down just far enough to expose his pretty cunt, still dripping with Elias’ cum.
He’d rather his Archivist be awake for this, really, but he didn’t have much choice. The Unknowing was barely a week away and Jon’s most fertile window was now.
Although, he thought as he pushed deep inside, there was an appeal to the way Jon’s body was soft and loose and pliant. His thrusts were slow, languid. Each pleasurable drag of his cock against Jon’s walls honey-sweet.
Jon let out breathy little moans, cunt clenching around the intrusion of Elias’ prick like he just couldn’t bear to let it go, like he needed it. He deserved a reward for being so good to Elias, for taking him so well. Elias reached down to the place they were joined together, feeling along Jon’s folds for his erect little cock. He played with it, stroking and rubbing it just like Jon himself did, in those private moments of pleasure and release.
Elias allowed his mind to sink into Jon’s, to share in his ecstasy, the haze of fear and bliss. Soon, Jon was cumming for him with a sweet, desperate whine, his cunt milking Elias’ prick. Elias followed soon after with a quiet groan, cum pumping into Jon’s ready, waiting womb.
He wasn’t sure if it had taken, wouldn’t be until Jon ovulated (and that wouldn’t be for several hours yet), but he had a good feeling about this. As he cleaned them both up he thought of the future, of Jon round and heavy with his child, of a new world and an eternity together, far above a dying, fearful world. Oh, he could hardly wait for it.
Sims 4 anon here, you should know your recent posts have me actually trying to finagle something out of the university dlc to play that whole scene out because wow. My mod folder is stuffed and so is Jon.
Oh hell yeah!! I don’t yet have that one (maybe when I figure out how to link my Steam and Origin accounts lol) so you’ll have to let me know how it goes!! The world needs more university professor Elias getting uni student Jon pregnant.
Got some great prompts/asks that I really want to reply to (and I’m still open if anyone wants to send anything in…) but I feel a bit bad so I do want to say: I may take a day or so to get back to people. I’m tired as Hell and kind of. In pain. Recovering from yesterday’s hysterectomy lol. I know I’m not always the quickest with this stuff generally BUT while I’m recovering from surgery I might be extra slow…
Don’t take this the wrong way! Asks and messages are always open and I love getting writing prompts/asks for ask games! You can still send them in just. Don’t expect instant replies.
Jon who thinks about sex. Like. A Lot. And it’s not really in a horny way? Like sometimes it is but a lot of the time it’s just idle fantasizing about other people fucking.
Elias (curious why Jon never imagined himself having sex) tried to slip in a few mental images of Jon getting involved, but Jon would (without fail) get flustered, vaguely disgusted, and insistently swivel his mind somewhere Else.
Jon calling Elias “sir” when they first meet. Elias assuring him he can just call him Elias. Elias idly thinking of when Else Jon could call him sir. Elias thinking about Jon on his knees, looking up through his lashes, and saying “please, sir”
So. A while ago I saw a very fun and convincing argument for Jon^2, where Jon time-travels back to S1 and then starts a fun bad-messy-toxic relationship with his past self.
The problem: applying my one (1) major kink to a selfcest ship? Basically impossible. I need a reason for Jon (future) and Jon (past) to fuck and for one to get the other pregnant.
The solution: Jon asks Jared for bottom surgery when he gets those ribs removed. He does NOT ask for anything to actually. work. well enough to impregnate someone. He does not think of it as a possibility until oops! Past Jon is expecting.
Drabble request 4: “Lay back and relax.” JonElias in your preferred style, thank you.
Um. I can’t lie. Somehow this ended up noncon again…
Look I know, realistically, not only would Elias want Jon’s consent but he’d probably want Jon to initiate. To actually CHOOSE a relationship with Elias. However. It would also be very hot if he took advantage of Jon. Sorry! I don’t make the rules… it’s just where the writing gods took me!
That being said, warnings for:
Extremely dubious consent. Jon is unsure and is also not actually capable of giving consent.
It’s unclear whether Jon is drugged or just drunk. Probably. I’ve never actually been either of those things I don’t know what it’s like.
I didn’t edit this one. Sorry. It’s 9:20 where I am and I’m pretty tired. What I wrote is whatcha get.
But yeah, anyway, without further ado…… enjoy the fic!
“You’ve been working so hard, Jon.” Elias’ voice was so warm. So fond. So soothing. His hands effortlessly kept Jon pinned to the bed.
“I- I’m not sure…” Jon trailed off. His thoughts were coming more sluggish than usual. Too much wine, at the party? Too many nights with too little sleep?
Had someone drugged him, he wondered? The fear brushed against the syrupy haze in his mind but did not pierce it.
Elias smiled, teeth gleaming in the dim light. Jon wondered what they would feel like, sunk deep into his throat. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, slipping down Jon’s body.
There was the clink of a belt buckle, the tug of Jon’s trousers being pulled down. His cheeks went rosy with embarrassment and he tried to cross his legs, hide his folds from Elias’ prying eyes. Someone laughed. It took him a moment too long to realize it had been Elias. Gently, he pushed Jon’s legs apart. Gently, he ran a finger through Jon’s slit. Held it up to the light, glistening with slick. Jon hadn’t known he was so wet.
“See? You need this,” he murmured. He sounded so kind. A tear leaked from one of Jon’s eyes. “Just lay back and relax. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” Elias dipped his head down, fit his mouth around Jon’s aching cock. Jon thrust up, helpless, seeking friction. Could do nothing but let out a low, broken moan.
Jon wasn’t sure how many orgasms Elias wrung out of him, only that, when he was done, he tucked a blanket around Jon’s exhausted body. Kissed him so sweetly on the forehead. Left him to wallow, cold and alone, in the aftermath.
As one of the anons requesting Drabbles, I just want to say that they have all been unbelievably hot.
Thank you so much!! That honestly means a lot to me. It’s nice to know people really do care about them and enjoy them. Seeing this ask in my inbox really made my day yesterday.
The trouble is I’m thinking about Jon a solid 90% of the time and breeding kink probably a good 40-50% of the time and it takes basically zero effort for my brain to insta-connect those two dots.
Anyway Jonathan Sims awkwardly explaining the arm scar. Jonathan Sims feeling so much relief and gender euphoria. Jonathan Sims putting away his old packer because he doesn’t need them anymore. Jonathan Sims lengthy and painful recovery process but it’s so fucking Worth It. Jonathan Sims nervous and not totally sure of the result but at the end when it’s healed he’s so fucking proud and it looks good and it’s his.
Jonathan Sims phalloplasty. You understand.
Ok now for the nsfw stuff:
Jonathan Sims touching himself for the first time since the surgery. Jonathan Sims gently holding his dick, stroking up and down, exploring all those new, wonderful sensations. Jonathan Sims enjoying masturbation without the gender dysphoria in the way. Jonathan Sims cumming on his own stomach, running his fingers through it, lapping at his own spend to see how it tastes. Jonathan Sims first experience with an awkward erection in public. Jonathan Sims letting someone else touch him, compliment him on how nice his cock is, feeling so very pleased with himself. Jonathan Sims investing in a fleshlight. Jonathan Sims topping someone else without a strap for the first time and letting himself sink into the sensation of it.
I’m sorry but you can’t offhandedly refer to Elias “marking Jon as his territory” and expect me to NOT instantly make it sexual.
My first thought is Elias restraining Jon to his desk and then drenching him in urine. Leaving him to soak in it for hours while he works on the couch.
My second thought is Elias impregnating Jon. Hands still covered in blood. Jon frightened and confused and so fucking aroused.
My third thought is Elias clipping a collar around Jon’s neck, Jon on his knees. Fucking Jon’s face, tugging on it harshly as his cock hits the back of Jon’s throat.
Jon at an institute event, strapped down to a table for various important guests and donors to drink from his nipples. Elias watching, torn between keeping Jon for himself and enjoying as the other attendees drink physical proof of what Elias did to Jon. The tangible changes the pregnancy has wrought on his body. Proof positive of Elias’ claim on Jon right there on their tongues.
Human urinal Jon. Every time Elias needs the bathroom he either calls Jon up to his office or “bumps into” him in the halls and brings him to a nice, tucked away corner. Puts Jon on his knees as he unbuckles his belt, slips his half-hard prick just past Jon’s lips and pisses into his mouth while Jon suckles on the head. Sometimes if he’s feeling more… territorial, he’ll press Jon against the wall and open up his hole, hilting his cock deep inside and then releases a stream of urine deep inside of Jon, filling his cunt (his womb…). Then he’ll plug Jon up so he has to spend the rest of the day walking around, stomach and pussy filled with Elias’ pee.
In regards to the lactation post…well it wasn’t my kink before but fuck.
Yessssss… The Plan is working……
Look I just think Elias should get to milk Jon’s tits <3. As a treat <3. I think it would be hot <3<3.
Assuming you meant the second lactation post… may I offer for your consideration: at the end of the evening, Elias bending over Jon. Fondling his breasts. Drinking from them greedily in front of the other attendees, because no matter what, at the end of the day Jon is his. Licking up the little droplets that escaped, afterwards. Savoring the taste…
Also. I feel that I should mention it: Jenny tried to answer your ask, and she typed this:
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I don’t know what that means but if she wanted you to hear it then I’ll pass the message along
Not necessarily role-playing but like. Someone acting like they’re an authority figure over him. And of course earning so much praise and attention and being so so special to them.
I think someone putting a cigarette out on him would fix him. I think he’d think about it for months. Maybe a j.ontim thing. I think it’d change him as a person.
I think he’s usually not very dominant but I also think he and Elias had some shit with him trying to use his compulsion powers and he saw Elias want and be affected for the first time and it haunts him everytime he touches himself. That moment where Elias was just a little too affected and looked terrified and hungry at the same time? He’s normal about it. He’s literally the most normal about it. He wants to hurt Elias so bad and he also just plain wants him it’s literally tailored to make him batshit crazy. I think he should have compelled him in canon. I think Elias should spend the whole time looking a mix between horrified, proud, and the horniest he’s ever been in his life. Jon is normal about it.
Sims 4 anon again, update if you’re interested still.
So I’m still working on the messing with mods for university because yes, but I took a bit of a break because I wanted to see what the renting dlc had to offer and I need to 50/50 all my mods cause one of them is causing issues not important.
So I have Elias owning the rental Jon lives in and if something goes wrong while the sim is renting there’s a whole fear thing where they want to interact positively with their landlord to get rid of the fear, and sex counts for that.
Also one of the rules for renting you can institute is quiet hours but well turns out Jon is a bit noisy during sex which causes another infraction.
Been just playing out Jon getting little rewards for good behavior, ie cheaper rent, less rules. I have pregnancy set pretty low but well obviously Jon needs a better place to live when that inevitably happens.
I just very much enjoy situations where Elias has power over Jon clearly.
I AM still interested! (Also sorry it took me so long to respond. I am. Forgetful…..)
Ooooh. Tbh I don’t have the university pack so you’ll have to let me know how that works out. (Please?) I love a good Jonelias university romance…. oof on the mods tho lmao. (Although I must admit: I’m curious about what mods you use!! Any chance you might be inclined to share…?)
I don’t actually have the For Rent pack either, so I didn’t know about the positive interaction thing. But Jon getting an infraction from his landlord from fucking him too loudly is just. VERY funny to me. Like did he get it mid-sex? I am imagining Elias teasing him for his volume… threatening to punish him for not having better control of himself… and then sending him the fine or whatever it is the next day <3. Very romantic.
Jon saving up for pregnancy… even if he doesn’t know it’s going to happen yet <3.
Honestly valid I ALSO love situations where Elias has power over Jon. And I think he should get to take advantage of it too. I’m just incredibly weak for a good power imbalance I can’t lie…
Thank you for the update!! I’m sorry it took me a few days to get to you, it’s not personal it just takes time for the brain to cooperate long enough to 1) remember there is a message and 2) Respond haha.
Drabble request 14 “Just how he likes it.” Take the direction however you would like your ideas are always top tier.
(Also no rush I hope you feel better soon)
Well. Um. I can’t lie. It’s been a hot minute since I got this one. I hope you don’t mind too much. Honestly it fought me like HELL, took ages until I finally settled on a concept, and when I did… well…. it came out to 1.2k words. If nothing else, I hope it makes up for the delay?
Honestly might expand this one a bit and post it to ao3 later… I’m a little proud.
So, the prompt did end up being a bit of a throwaway line in the third paragraph… but it’s there! And that counts I think.
Ok, anyway… warnings:
Mind manipulation (Elias inserts fantasies and thoughts into Jon’s head to deliberately make him horny)
Noncon (aside from not having consent for the above, Elias specifically gives Jon a rape fantasy)
Spying/voyeurism (Elias watches Jon masturbate, and has done so previously without his knowledge or consent)
Creepiness (Elias is, much like myself, a weird little freak about Jon <3)
Gender dysphoria (implied) (Elias alludes to experiencing it previously)
Let me know if I missed anything! But anyway, without further ado: fic under the cut!
It really is quite charming, Jon’s little crush.
Well, “crush,” might be a bit of a misnomer, really. Fixation might be a better term, an obsession born from admiration, aesthetic attraction, and a not insignificant amount of “daddy issues,” to borrow a term he’s heard from the younger staff.
Not that Elias has any interest in enlightening him. Not when the alternative is so very entertaining. Every morning, Jon brings him coffee. Black, no sugar, just how he likes it. Pretends to be invested in the Elias’ administrative work so he has an excuse to loiter. Talks about his current research in an adorably transparent attempt to impress him. Listens with rapt attention whenever Elias is generous enough to offer a small morsel of his knowledge. (And it is a very good sign, that Jon could see beneath the mask well enough to recognize Elias’ expertise.)
Elias likes to indulge these visits, more often than he doesn’t. Jon is an intelligent man, with a mind that moves fast enough that he can still surprise Elias (a rare feat, really). And, well, even Elias can’t deny how flattering it is to earn the attentions of an attractive young thing like Jon.
Elias also, of course, likes to indulge himself. (Hardly any point in living forever if you didn’t bother to enjoy it, after all.) And sometimes when Jon’s gotten a little too comfortable, or hasn’t done nearly a good enough job of pretending to care about the intricacies of scheduling (which is a little insulting, really), or even for no particular reason at all, Elias likes to slip a few thoughts into Jon’s mind.
He prefers to start with Jon’s own fantasies, vague though they may be. They’re not hard to find. Jon thinks about sex a great deal, and it’s not difficult to jump from idle musings that do little to excite to the things Jon conjures when he brings himself off.
Currently, Jon is half-listening to Elias discuss the library renovations while he plans this evening’s grocery run. Gently, carefully, Elias makes his selection and pulls an image to the surface. Jon’s hand wrapped around a cock. He embellishes, just a little. How it might feel, the softness of the skin, the warmth and weight, the smooth glide up and down as Jon slowly strokes up and down it’s length.
Jon, only barely more interested in errand-running than the conversation itself, latches on quick. Imagines running his thumb over the head, then fondling the scrotum. A small ember of heat flickers to life in Jon’s belly, but nothing distracting. Not yet.
Elias shifts the subject to paperwork. All the red tape and bureaucratic nonsense involved in such a large scale project, but in all honesty he’s paying little more attention to the words coming out of his mouth than Jon is. Instead, he concentrates on filling in the scene in Jon’s mind:
Jon sitting on Elias’ lap, his well-pressed slacks pulled down just far enough to reveal his dripping cock. Then, a strong arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Jon’s face tucked into Elias’ neck. The scent of his cologne, his aftershave.
“Good boy,” this Elias whispers to him. “You’re doing so very well.”
Jon flushes. Shifts a bit in his seat. Clenches his thighs together. He’s wet now, just a little. Mostly, he’s embarrassed. Ashamed over his silly little fantasy, not that this stops him from taking Elias’ suggestion and running with it.
Hitching his leg over Elias’ thigh. Grinding against it in desperate little motions as he chases his release. Letting out broken whimpers against Elias’ neck.
It’s an appealing idea, to be sure, and normally Elias would be content to let it run its course. Today, however, Elias is staring down the barrel of half a dozen meetings, several very important but extremely dull phone calls, enough paperwork to down a small to medium sized forest, and quite frankly he thinks he deserves a little morning pick-me-up. And Jon is, as prior experience has demonstrated, not above sticking his hand down his pants at work.
(It had been a delightful little show, watching Jon shudder and cum in a third floor bathroom. The gnawing anxiety and deep shame had followed him for the next two days.)
He lets Jon’s mind stutter over the previous scene for a few moments, caught on the idea of humping Elias’ leg as he jerks him off in unsure, halting strokes. Then…
Elias’ mouth twists in mock disappointment. “I’d hoped you might have been able to demonstrate a little more self-control…” he says, pressing his leg against Jon’s cunt to emphasize. He pushes Jon against the desk, effortlessly restraining him. “You’re really just a little slut, aren’t you?” Jon tries to close his legs, but Elias forces them open, yanks his trousers down. “Perhaps I should treat you like one. Might fix your attitude, taking cock all day… you’ve certainly been much more pleasant this morning.”
Honestly, Elias finds Jon’s acerbic, stubborn, and socially stunted disposition quite delightful. But Jon would hardly believe that, and in any case the words hit their mark. Jon gasps ever so slightly, eyes going wide, a wave of desire washing through him. Elias lets himself share the physical sensations, the phantom feeling of slick dripping from a clenching, empty hole…
(He draws himself back soon after, Jon’s arousal too much a reminder of the discomforts of his original body, still nipping at him all these years later…)
“Are you alright, Jon?” He asks, perfectly polite and utterly composed.
Jon stammers, caught between the weight of his need and Elias’ placid stare. “I- ah… yes. I’m alright. Just…” he trails off for a moment, trying to decide on his next words. Elias decides to push a little further, projects the image of Jon bent over the desk, pleading for Elias to stop as he pounds into him mercilessly. Jon shudders, stares down at the floor, blurts out the first excuse he can think of: “I need to, ah, check… something. About the case.” He’s squeezing his thighs tightly, trying very hard to stop himself from rubbing them together.
It’s an appallingly awful excuse, Elias really should call him on it. But he’d rather not risk humiliating Jon so much that he slinks down to research too embarrassed to touch himself. So he simply nods, says, “of course. My apologies Jon, I didn’t mean to keep you.”
Jon is all too eager to rush out the door, practically tripping over his words as he exits. He glances furtively down the hall, then makes his way to the loo and locks himself in the closest stall, shamefully unzipping his trousers.
Jon really is a delightful creature, rubbing hurriedly at his clit, teasing his hole with his fingers. He bites into the heel of his palm to stifle his little noises. Elias considers taking out his own cock, fucking into his fist and imagining that it’s Jon’s tight, wet cunt. But really, he’d prefer to savor this vision without distraction. Leave the memories to linger for later, when he needs to relieve his stress.
Or perhaps he’ll call Jon back up. He’s proven so very eager to please Elias… perhaps it’s time to make all his little fantasies come true.
So for me personally, an essential part of the Appeal of pregnancy plotlines and breeding kink is that, eventually, the baby comes out.
For Elias, however, I really do think he’d prefer if Jon was just pregnant forever (I mean aside from the potential negative consequences this would have for his plans (like a real living baby wouldn’t bring its own complications)). Just. Jon forever round with his child. Stomach swollen taut with visible proof that he belongs to Elias. Body permanently changed to accommodate a little piece of Elias. Tender breasts leaking milk that Elias can just latch on to and drink wherever he wants. The stretch marks developing as Jon’s body expanded to grow Elias’ child… I think Elias would find a great deal of satisfaction in it.
Every time people act like having a kink means something about your fundamental beliefs or morals or whatever, I think about the fact that I:
Consider pregnancy to be real life body horror and am so repulsed by the idea that I’m literally getting a hysterectomy in a few months (fingers crossed) and
Have a breeding kink visible from space.
Idk I think sometimes people get horny over taboo stuff. And that’s normal.
Oh I should probably update this post huh.
Anyway change to the first bulletpoint I actually consider pregnancy (as applied to me) so terrifying and repulsive that I got a hysterectomy a few days ago <3.
Anyways. I think Jon should have intense overwhelming fantasies about Jonah and I think they should all be more fucked up than the last. And I think Jonah should know and make it very clear that he approves and likes them. As a treat
I NEED Elias to be a paternal/mentor figure to Jon. I need Jon to look up to him and admire him. To trust him. And then I NEED Elias to take advantage of this for sex purposes.
I NEED Elias to be a paternal/mentor figure to Jon. I need Jon to look up to him and admire him. To trust him. And then I NEED Elias to take advantage of this for sex purposes.
I want Elias to coerce him into it. I want him degrading Jon until he’s sobbing and begging to make it up to Elias. I want him making his favoritism just well enough known that rumors start to circulate. I want him to push Jon and manipulate him until he’s begging for Elias to fuck him. I want him to guilt Jon for it too every time. Tell Jon he’s putting Elias’ sterling reputation at risk by indulging in his silly little crush like this.
I want Elias subtly setting Jon up to fail so he can punish him brutally in ways Jon isn’t totally comfortable with. I want Jon to have trouble sitting down the next day and all his coworkers or classmates give him an accusatory look because they Know. I want him to tie Jon up and blindfold him and leave him abandoned for hours so that Jon is pliant and so fucking desperate when he comes back. I want him to force Jon to wear a collar and mark him up with hickies. I want him to sabotage Jon’s birth control and get him pregnant. I want him to pressure Jon into keeping it. I want everyone else to see that Jon is expecting and know exactly who the other father is. I want all Jon’s support structures eroded out from under his feet. I want Jon miserable and clinging to Elias and so desperately in love with the man who has shaped him and been there for him and taken on a role that nobody has ever really fulfilled for Jon before that he’ll do anything, ANYTHING to please him.
Girl help someone referred to Jon going against Jonah as “tugging on the leash” HOW am I supposed to be normal about this. I’m batshit insane about dog imagery and collars and leashes and. You can’t do this to me. I need to explode.
I don’t really wanna have sex with Jon but I DO want to grab one of his scrawny little limbs between my teeth and start doing death rolls. And I think this would fix me.
I don’t really wanna have sex with Jon but I DO want to grab one of his scrawny little limbs between my teeth and start doing death rolls. And I think this would fix me.
I’m getting like. Violent cuteness aggression for Jon right now. Most of the time really. But especially right now I have this deep burning NEED to violently maul him to death. Which is better than the understimulation apathy I guess
Always so funny when people tall about the age gap in jonelias like it’s the worst part of it. First of all that’s like, the normalest thing they have going on, second off it’s hotter that way so jot that one down
Jonelias daddy kink would be like. Genuinely excellent. Except for the fact that I hate it. It’s not even a moral thing I don’t give a shit about that I just think it sounds stupid. Like I’m sorry but the word “daddy” makes me actively unhorny idk it’s just too cheesy.
