January 2025

Help I can’t stop thinking about Joncon now

Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.

Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3

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Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.

Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3

Prev tags sure !! Here they are <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29637651

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26202688

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skiesandcandy:

Torn between enjoying joncon and liking when Jon begs to be bred and claimed and changed irrevocably. This is maybe the most first world problem to ever exist.

skiesandcandy:

Thinks about Jon having a god awful day and seeking out Elias. Refuses to say what he wants because he can’t admit that, not now. Thinks about Elias rolling his eyes but slipping his collar on, watching the way tension ever so slightly drains out of him. Thinks about Jon resting his head in his lap as Elias does paperwork. Maybe jons brought his own work to do. Actually wait Jon collared and recording a statement fucks. Elias is looking respectfully. Jons getting bent over the second he’s done. Normal.

Maybe Elias needles him into asking for what he wants, and all he can manage is just a frustrated “dammit, dad, please-” , and he let’s it slide for now. Only because he’s his favorite, he tells him. Jon pretends he doesn’t feel so so warm, like he could bask in that word forever. Thinks about Jon collared but fully clothed. Thinks about Jon seeing himself in the mirror and looking almost enraptured. Thinks about collars and stress relief…ough

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skiesandcandy:

I see we’re all really normal about Jon being collared and adored by a guy with bad intentions who also loves him more than anyone else in the world tonight huh

So how do we feel about Jonah wrapping his collar around his neck with blood-soaked hands.

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skiesandcandy:

I see we’re all really normal about Jon being collared and adored by a guy with bad intentions who also loves him more than anyone else in the world tonight huh

So how do we feel about Jonah wrapping his collar around his neck with blood-soaked hands.

No no hear me out. Idk when this would be but Jon being pet and praised and adored by a murderer, someone every bit of common sense is screaming to run away from and yet he crumples into the touch. Jon sucking on his fingers and tasting it, instincts purring all the while. Jons morals going down the drain the second Elias makes him feel good. Explodes

anaceshornyblog:

Elias calling Jon up to his office sometime in season three. Like just Jon doing badly starving himself from statements. So we have Elias forcing him to take one using the gun he killed his predecessor with. Then Jon gets all angry and Elias just pins him down to teach him who’s in control.

Look I just think Elias should fuck Jon with the gun he killed Gertrude with. Look I just think it would be hot.

Elias showing Jon how easy it would be to kill him now. Is the gun loaded? Who knows, but Jon almost wants to feel what it would be like if it did go off even if he is so very scared.

Jon really is just sooooo breedable. Like genuinely MADE to be pinned down and fucked till he’s full and pregnant.

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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)

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Damn I can’t believe I left this neglected for so long… anyway have some more university Jonelias.

Okay in hindsight Jon would proooobably be living in student accommodations, which would make Elias showing up too risky. I imagine he’d ask Jon to come to him, and, when he’d pulled himself together enough, he would.

He barely even has to knock before Elias is opening the door and pulling Jon into his arms. Holding him so tightly. And Jon feels so anxious and terrible that he just breaks down sobbing , tucking his head under Elias’ chin while Elias rubs his back and strokes his hair.

When Jon finally quiets he leads him into the living room and pulls Jon down onto his lap. And in a choked little murmur Jon tells him that he’s pregnant. And oh Elias is thrilled. His claim on Jon visible to all. Jon growing full and swollen from Elias’ baby, body changing so visibly, so permanently, and all for Elias. Jon bearing his child, tying them together unalterably. He can already imagine the milk that will leak from Jon’s tits, the bump of his stomach growing larger and larger. How much Jon will grow to rely on Elias, the father of his child, to help take care of him as the pregnancy progresses. But he knows that isn’t what Jon wants to hear, not now. He can’t afford to push Jon away. So instead he murmurs comforting reassurances, that he’ll be there for Jon no matter what. That it’ll be okay. That Elias loves him (and perhaps it’s the first time either of them have said it. And perhaps it sticks out to Jon, that the words only came out after he knew there was a child on the way. Thinks of the baby as something Elias wants from him…)

He draws Jon a bath, I think. Tenderly undresses him and then lowers him into the water, washes every inch of his body until Jon is utterly exhausted and undone. Lingering on his stomach for a few moments, feeling the place where their baby is growing, even if right now it’s too early to show. Maybe when Elias starts to gently run his hands over the underside of Jon’s thighs his hips twitch. Maybe Elias lets his hand slide upwards until his fingers are barely brushing Jon’s cock. Maybe Jon lets himself grind against them, moving his hips in needy little twitches until he cums with a gasp, slumping back bonelessly afterwards.

When the water is cooling Elias drains the tub and pulls Jon back up into his arms. Towels him dry and takes him to bed. Holds Jon against his chest, Elias stripped down to his boxers and Jon utterly nude.

The next day they’ll discuss the future, Elias subtly goading Jon into keeping it. Manipulate Jon into feeling bas, like Elias really deeply wants a child with him, like it would hurt him not to have one, like it would harm their relationship, if he didn’t keep it. But nothing said overtly. Just… conclusions Jon was gently steered towards. And when Jon agrees to keep it Elias will pin him to the loveseat and kiss him deeply. Take him the way he wanted to the previous evening, when Jon showed up at his doorstep, beautiful and wide-eyed with terror.

Honestly this turned put a bit softer than I thought it would, especially when I’m really in more of a rough dubcon mood but eh.

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I just. I CAN’T stop thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits. Maybe Jon’s not entirely comfortable but Elias just won’t let him get a word in, pushing and cajoling until Jon gives in and stops fighting him. Maybe he gropes them while Jon’s asleep, maybe even pulls out his cock and squeezes them together for him to fuck, licking his cum off after and sucking on Jon’s nipples. Maybe Jon is lactating and Elias drinks from him. Or maybe he just opens up Jon’s shirt while he sleeps, kneads them and gropes them until milk starts flowing, leaving Jon vulnerable and exposed, shirt and chest soaked, knowing somebody came in and opened his shirt and played with his tits but not knowing who or when or what else they did.

Jon ready to go into the Lonely in S4 to get martin but Jonah stops him briefly. Tilts Jon’s chin up until he instinctively bares his throat. Slipping a collar around Jon’s neck and tugging it just a little to hear Jon whimper. “So you don’t get lost.” And it’s so much more tender than it should be and for a moment Jon forgets what he’s doing. Just wants to finally fall into Jonah’s arms until he gives him a little nudge. “Go on, Jon. I’ll be waiting.”

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berlynn-wohl:

how-to guides for writing erotica are so fucking useless

what kind of idiot makes a werewolf you can’t fuck

Not a fic but it IS a long post with a few warnings, so I’m putting it under the cut.

Warnings:

• Dubcon
• Subdrop? Idk Jon gets really sad and afraid after sex with Elias and cries.
• Both Jon and Elias push past Jon’s boundaries
• Non-consensual recording (Elias records Jon without his knowledge or permission)
• Potential blackmail (Elias makes no threats but Jon is still afraid of it)
• Daddy kink
• Breeding kink

Look I love the power gap between Jonelias we already have but I think maybe Jon should be a fresh-faced, college-aged summer intern. Just there to work at the institute in between semesters. Soooo flattered by his handsome, charming older boss who’s stern but so intelligent and knowledgeable. Who’s taken a special interest in Jon and sees his potential. And Jon feeling Seen and Appreciated and Wanted.

And maybe he isn’t totally sure about it, when Elias slips a hand too low down his back. When his touch lingers a few moments too long. When he stands too close. But it’s fine. It means nothing. And isn’t Elias being so generous with his time?

And perhaps one night Jon lingers too long and Elias catches him. So endlessly fond. Offers to drive him home. And it’s late, and Jon is tired, and Elias’ voice is so warm and fond. He drops Jon off at the cheap little rental he’s staying at. Neither of them move for a few long, long moments. And Jon isn’t sure, really, if it’s what Elias wants (is even less sure it’s what he wants, really) but… there’s something expectant about the silence, and so Jon asks if Elias would like to come up.

Elias smiles at him, “if that’s what you’d like,” he says. Jon thinks it sounds a little amused. Like he’s telling a joke Jon isn’t in on.

He’s not sure if he would like it, but Elias looks so pleased with him. He wants Elias to be pleased with him. He wants Elias to remember him when he graduates, when he applies to work full-time at the institute. He wants Elias to tell him again how impressed he is with Jon’s work, how much he likes Jon (it’s a heady feeling; Jon is unused to being liked). He can’t say anything, face burning. Stomach twisting with what is maybe arousal and maybe fear and maybe nausea and maybe excitement. So he nods, and leads Elias to his cramped, tiny lodgings.

It’s a fairly tame encounter, at first. Jon is awkward, but Elias seems to know just what to say, just how to touch him. They’re on the bed, Jon almost wholly naked, Elias still clothed, when Elias grips both Jon’s wrists in one hand and pins them above his head, using the other to press him into the mattress, Jon wriggling in his grasp, and then he… freezes. He stares up at Elias with wide eyes, slick gushing from his hole, clit erect and aching for touch. Something about how helpless he is like this, how he could barely move, and certainly not enough to fight Elias off… well, he’s never been so turned on in his life.

Elias leans in closer. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Jon writhes, thrusts up into empty air, seeking friction. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you what you need.” He flips Jon onto his hands and knees, holds him by the back of the neck as he yanks down Jon’s briefs and presses a finger into tight, wet heat.

“You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you? Look at you, utterly soaked.” He lifts a finger to the dim light, glistening with slick, then brings it to Jon’s mouth. “Suck.”

Jon leans forward eagerly, but Elias’ hand prevents him from doing more than lick at the tip. Jon whimpers, desperately straining to take the digit into his mouth. Elias takes pity, slips it past his lips, lets out a gratified hum when Jon begins to suckle on it, swirling his tongue around it. He really is so very greedy for Elias’ praise. And who is Elias to deny him? He takes his finger from Jon’s mouth, squeezing his neck warningly when he tries to chase after it (and oh Elias does not miss what that threat does to Jon, cunt clenching down on nothing, cock twitching and throbbing in his folds). He works Jon open slowly, bringing him right to the edge and then denying him, has Jon sobbing and pleasing for more, crying out in desperation. But Jon doesn’t get to cum, not yet, maybe not at all. No, that’s for Elias to decide.

When he’s ready, he rubs his cock gently against Jon’s folds, presses hard on Jon’s neck. Takes out his phone and starts recording. “Tell me what you want.” He says. “Beg for it.”

Jon breaks into desperate pleas. For Elias to use him, hurt him, fuck him. But then he says “please- dad, breed me- please.” Elias shudders, hits stop and drops the phone. Pushes deep into Jon with one vicious thrust. Fucks him hard and fast and brutal. Calls him his perfect boy, his slut. Tells him how badly he wants to breed Jon. That he’s wanted Jon bent over his desk since the day they met. Wanted to spank Jon until he sobbed and cried. Wanted to take him in front of his coworkers, show them all what a needy little whore he really is. How good he is for Elias. How well he takes Elias’ prick. What a perfect cocksleeve he is. And Jon is panting, sweating, whining, crying out while Elias pounds into him. The mix of praise and degradation, how easily one bleeds into the other, Elias himself pinning Jon down, thrusting deep inside him, it’s all too much and Jon finally cums untouched, squirting on the bed sheets. Elias praises him for that too. For being so good, cumming on Elias’ cock like a good boy. For squirting, for being so desperate.

Jon’s moans and gasps, his cunt clenching and milking his cock, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm, is more than enough to send Elias over the edge too, cumming deep inside his womb.

He stays there for a moment, coming down from the high of a truly excellent fuck, finally pulling out with a sigh. Goes to Jon’s tiny, cramped bathroom to clean himself up and get a towel for Jon. When he returns, Jon is shaking, silently crying. Oh god, he’s thinking. I fucked my boss. I fucked my boss. I called him ‘dad.’ Elias stands in the threshold, drinking in Jon’s terror, the horrified realization that not only did he have sex with the man potentially in charge of his future, but that said man said all those… those things to him. And he liked it. Begged for things he thinks he might regret now.

Once he’s had his fill, Elias crosses the room back to Jon, tenderly cleans him up, comforts and holds him. He burrows into Elias’ arms, trying and failing to rein in his sobs as Elias gently rocks him. Eventually, he falls asleep on Elias’ chest. In the morning, Elias will drive him to work, and kiss him very briefly, and neither of them will discuss the night before.

And later, at around ten, Jon will get an email from Elias with the subject line “memento,” and the video he took of Jon, cunt dripping all over Elias’ cock, ass in the air, begging for his dad to fuck him. He will watch it, mortified, humiliated, ashamed, morbidly curious, and desperately aroused. Maybe he will even slip off to the bathroom, watching the video on his phone as he masturbates furiously. No matter what, he will always be deeply, terrifyingly aware that Elias has video evidence of Jon bare and vulnerable, all the kinks he didn’t even know he had on full display. It’s as terrifying as it is arousing.

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puppygirllaika:

Shock collar hooked up to a neuroactivity sensor so it shocks you if you start to think too hard.

Zen [Tool Assisted Speedrun]

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“Do you feel desire, Archivist?”

“Er-” Jon struggles to focus through the double vision, taken aback. Of all the things to- “Not - not really?”

“Mmmm.” It’s hum is pensive and static and it rumbles in Jon’s ears, spreading fractals across his vision. “Neither do I. At least, I do not think I am supposed to?”

“So you- what?”

It giggles, causing a fresh wave of vertigo and nausea, and its wrist slips from Jon’s trembling grasp. “Something to think about, perhaps.”

And then it’s gone, and Jon is very alone, very confused, and very aroused. He doesn’t think he is supposed to be aroused.

On the one hand the Distortion sliding it’s tongue up Jon’s cunt all the way into his womb sound like it would probably be uncomfortable as well and maybe dangerous even. BUT. It is also sort of hot to think about. So.

teh-nos:

in my work of fanfiction i am going to hold the villain responsible for their actions by making them have sex with the person they tried to kill, which will effectively address all the relevant moral issues by being hot.

memewhore:

It’s not so much that I think Jonelias would incorporate work into their sex life it’s that they’d incorporate sex into their work life. And this would get them both off SO hard.

draw3c:

me when i smoke and serve cunt

I need to maul him to death I need to maul him to death I need to maul him to death i need to maul him to death

I don’t experience sexual attraction but I DO experience an intense and fervent Need to rip into Jon with giant long teeth and start thrashing and I think that’s probably just about what it’s like.

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Working on the je s4 fic and. Girl how does it keep getting more tender and also more toxic.

Writing Jonah being so so sweet to Jon and meanwhile he’s actively isolating him from his already flimsy support system. I’d say “JON RUN” but this is fun to watch / write

adonischildsupportcase:

I’m sure I’ve said it before but I LOVE Elias using his powers to perv on Jon. Watching him whenever he masturbates, spying on his fantasies (and maybe giving him a few extras), watching him in the shower or bath, spying on Jon through a conveniently placed pair of eyes when he undresses. Elias SHOULD be a creepy little freak and he SHOULD get to spy on Jon.

Further pervert Elias thoughts actually. I think if Jon is fucking someone else Elias should get to make Jon think about him. Getting fingered by Sasha? Well now his mind gets caught on Elias’ fingers, how they would feel inside of him. Tim buried in his cunt? Jon’s wondering what it would feel like to take Elias’ cock instead.

Hey do y'think Jonelias could do some Weird Sex Shit with the anti-Leitner pipe?

I mean it’d probably make a shit dildo, but maybe Elias could threaten Jon with it for a cnc scene. Or have him fellate it, or something. Idk.

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Hey do y'think Jonelias could do some Weird Sex Shit with the anti-Leitner pipe?

I mean it’d probably make a shit dildo, but maybe Elias could threaten Jon with it for a cnc scene. Or have him fellate it, or something. Idk.

Look I just want Elias to find a way to use a gore-streaked murder weapon for Jonsex purposes. I want Jon to have this horrific reminder of the incredible violence Elias is capable of and I want him to be turned on by it and I want that fact to distress him. I’m tired. But you get it.

viciaam:

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re-kairos:

can’t say I am particularly into cockwarming as a concept buuut jonelias is just so perfect for it. especially Jon being under Elias’ desk, resting on his leg, mouth on Elias’ cock for hours. he is all soft and relaxed, in sub space, whining when Elias tries to move because he wants to stay like this. and Jon knows he shouldn’t do it, he shouldn’t let himself be this vulnerable in front of Elias, because of Elias, but it feels good and he feels so utterly safe. and Elias smiles at him warmly after. how is he meant to resist

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[EXTENDED SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PIPE M*RDER]

Jon found himself with a suspicious lack of cigarettes’ and returns earlier than expected….

They should kiss.

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Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??

The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!

Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.

Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.

Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.

(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.

I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.

Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.

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Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??

The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!

Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.

Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.

Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.

(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.

I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.

Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.

aurpiment:

Random nsfw headcanon time but. Jon probably spent a LOT of S4 masturbating. Especially after he was forced to stop hunting. It’s the only thing that distracts him from how hungry he is for live statements, from the general horror of his life. Maybe even tries out some new toys.

catominor:

the male womb is just located deeper in the man. uou have to try harder

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

Girl help I’m thinking about the Jonah collaring Jon right after killing Leitner thing. Jons terrified and miserable and his world is falling apart. And he bares his throat for him. It’s a silent plea for so many things. “Please don’t hurt me.” “Please make it make sense.” “Please take care of me, I’m so scared.” You get it. It’s about the,, not trust but about the dependence. He’s clinging onto his relationship with elias as the only stability he has LEFT do you get it. Running into his arms stained as they are with blood, because despite or maybe because of everything, they remain warm and loving and comfortable. And then they fuck about it.

Elias petting him so tenderly with blood soaked hands. Maybe in this they’ve had a relationship for years and that’s why Jon ran to him so fast. Maybe it’s tender and loving and gentle. Maybe it’s rough and territorial. Maybe it’s a mix of both. Maybe Jon ends up full of cum and being carried back to elias’ office, so tired and emotional and still shaking with fear.

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

Sorry I’m actually still not over that one fucking post referring to Elias killing Leitner over Jon as “marking his territory” like sorry how am I NOT supposed to be horny about this??

The fucking. POSSESSIVENESS. The OWNERSHIP. Because yeah that IS his territory! That Archivist belongs to him!!

Elias should find Jon after. Blood still coating his hands, his body, staining Jon’s pants when he bends him over. Painting his skin red when he grabs Jon’s wrists and pins them against his back. And Jon knows what happened, that Elias is a killer at least two times over, must be fresh from murdering his only source of information but it doesn’t matter. Elias’ weight on him, keeping him bent over the desk they’re fucking on. The drag of Elias’ cock inside him. The bruising where Elias is holding them too tightly. It’s driving him insane until he can barely think. Jon turning around to kiss Elias, tasting blood, sharp and metallic when he licks it from Elias’ lips. Slipping a bloodslick hand down to rub Jon’s cock, not stopping when he cums. Just continuing until Jon is sobbing and wailing from overstimulation, totally limp.

Elias cumming in him, filling him, breeding him. Pushing the cum trickling out back inside where it belongs. Elias steering him gently but firmly to the car to take him home. Pulling over, unzipping his pants, and fingerfucking him into incoherence when Jon tries asking questions. Barely waits till they’re inside before taking Jon again. Fucking him till he can’t walk straight, carrying him up to bed to stick a plug in him. He’s not sure how long he’ll get to keep Jon but he’s going to do EVERYTHING in his power to make sure it takes. Needs Jon to know just who he belongs to. Wants it apparent for anyone else who might try interfering, too.

Bu the end of it there’s blood in Jon’s mouth, all over his face, on his own hands and arms and skin and clit and breasts. Teeth marks littering his body. He’s been kept so constantly stuffed with cum that his stomach looks bloated, like he’s just a month or so pregnant.

(And he IS pregnant, Elias ensured it. Kept Jon well-bred all throughout the night. And Jon will wash himself and sneak over to his ex’s house and all the while he won’t even know that he’s carrying Elias’ territorial claim now, everywhere he goes.

I wan Jon marked in the blood of the man who Elias killed for him. I want Jon shaking and terrified and SO turned on as he gets brutally fucked by a murderer. I want Jon soaking wet and dripping his boss’ cum. And more than anything else I want him PREGNANT.

Thinking about this again. I need Jon leaning into Elias’ blood slick hands. I need him staring, horrified, into the eyes of the man Elias just killed even as he gets fucked so roughly he can barely think straight. I need him stumbling out of his office streaked with blood and dripping cum on wobbly legs.

anaceshornyblog:

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

My body is betraying me so I am gonna think about Jon getting fucked while sick from not doing enough statements. To cope

Jon exhausted and whiny and Elias chiding him the whole time, saying he could’ve prevented all this, you know. Feeding him statement after statement until he stops trembling, as Jon rides him tiredly. Dripping all over him and just trying to get as close to him as possible. Tired and just wanting comfort. Elias taking advantage of it. Yk.

Jon all stuffed and full with knowledge unable to move on his own. Elias knowing exactly what he’s doing, as Jon just slumps against him, letting him use him as he pleases. Jon whimpering as he’s just so full, but his brain is too sluggish to do more that. It happening again and again because Jon feels so guilty taking statements, but well it’s not his fault when Elias feeds him, it’s not like he has a choice.

The problem is any time I see anything horny about Jon ever my next thought is “and then what if he got pregnant?” but then I go “oh but what if bringing up Jonpreg for the five billionth time is Weird?”

skiesandcandy:

Is anyone here into homoerotic and vaguely toxic wound care. Can I offer you some je wound care with weird sexual tension.