I think Jon should wet himself. I think Elias should breed him up Real Good and then when it’s started to affect how often he needs the bathroom Elias should start making sure Jon has enough to drink. “You have to take better care of yourself. It’s for the baby, Jon.” Punishing Jon if he fails to drink enough.
I think during a meeting between the department heads Jon should really need to use the bathroom but Elias doesn’t let him leave. “It’ll just be another few minutes, Jon. Can’t it wait?” And Jon tries and fails to argue because Elias is determined to keep Jon exactly where he is. And so he spends the whole meeting clenching his thighs together and squirming desperately in his seat until he just can’t help himself and he lets out a stream of pee.
And he just has to sit there, trousers and seat soaked with piss, hoping that nobody notices anything, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible even as he’s feeling incredibly humiliated and embarrassed. The meeting ends but a few people decide to stick around and talk to Elias and Jon has to wait them all out while sitting in a pool of his own urine. And FINALLY they leave and it’s just him and Elias, who obviously teases him about it. “Didn’t you need the bathroom earlier? Urgently?” And Jon tries to awkwardly explain it away until Elias pulls his chair back and Jon gasps (and maybe pees a little bit more from the sudden jolt of movement). And Elias gropes at his piss-soaked trousers and lets out a hum of mock disappointment. Shames Jon for wetting himself like that. Why didn’t he say that it was urgent? Can he really not stop himself from pissing in his trousers like a child? And Jon is angry and humiliated and wet from piss and slick and shifting in his seat. And Elias’ degrades him for that too. “Is this turning you on?” (As if this wasn’t the exact specific outcome Elias was aiming for lmao). Tells Jon that he’s allowed to touch himself if he needs to. And he really shouldn’t and it’s humiliating enough already but he’s already unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just far enough to get at his cunt, rubbing at his cock and between the piss and the slick he’s so wet and it feels so good and Elias just keeps mocking him and then he’s cumming with a desperate whine.
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I think Jon should wet himself. I think Elias should breed him up Real Good and then when it’s started to affect how often he needs the bathroom Elias should start making sure Jon has enough to drink. “You have to take better care of yourself. It’s for the baby, Jon.” Punishing Jon if he fails to drink enough.
I think during a meeting between the department heads Jon should really need to use the bathroom but Elias doesn’t let him leave. “It’ll just be another few minutes, Jon. Can’t it wait?” And Jon tries and fails to argue because Elias is determined to keep Jon exactly where he is. And so he spends the whole meeting clenching his thighs together and squirming desperately in his seat until he just can’t help himself and he lets out a stream of pee.
And he just has to sit there, trousers and seat soaked with piss, hoping that nobody notices anything, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible even as he’s feeling incredibly humiliated and embarrassed. The meeting ends but a few people decide to stick around and talk to Elias and Jon has to wait them all out while sitting in a pool of his own urine. And FINALLY they leave and it’s just him and Elias, who obviously teases him about it. “Didn’t you need the bathroom earlier? Urgently?” And Jon tries to awkwardly explain it away until Elias pulls his chair back and Jon gasps (and maybe pees a little bit more from the sudden jolt of movement). And Elias gropes at his piss-soaked trousers and lets out a hum of mock disappointment. Shames Jon for wetting himself like that. Why didn’t he say that it was urgent? Can he really not stop himself from pissing in his trousers like a child? And Jon is angry and humiliated and wet from piss and slick and shifting in his seat. And Elias’ degrades him for that too. “Is this turning you on?” (As if this wasn’t the exact specific outcome Elias was aiming for lmao). Tells Jon that he’s allowed to touch himself if he needs to. And he really shouldn’t and it’s humiliating enough already but he’s already unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just far enough to get at his cunt, rubbing at his cock and between the piss and the slick he’s so wet and it feels so good and Elias just keeps mocking him and then he’s cumming with a desperate whine.
And then after maybe Elias licks him clean. Sucks on his cock and laps up all the piss and slick Jon produced. Maybe he has Jon brace himself against the back of the chair so he can enter Jon, fucking him deep and rough and fast, cumming inside and only adding to the mess. He has clothes for Jon to wear of course, but he makes Jon keep the used briefs on even as he borrows a pair of boxers from Elias and wears them over the piss-soaked underwear.
skiesandcandy:
Thinks about that one thread of “most of jons kinks are just eroticized and actually Fun versions of things he hates/is insecure about” because they are so so right.
He hates having no agency in a situation where he needs to do something important, but he loves being helpless sexually with someone who knows the right things to do and isn’t just not listening to him.
(Being helpless is terrifying but like this, it’s a good fear. He’s small and defenseless and doesn’t know what’s best for him, and they’re going to give him everything he wants no matter how hard he struggles against it. He can whine and struggle and cry but they’re not letting him out. He can scream his throat raw, and they’ll still be pinning him down. He’s helpless. He can’t do anything. “Just give up.” They tell him, and he breaks.)
He hates being viewed as incompetent but he loves all the responsibility being stripped away from him.
(“Oh, don’t be so fussy, Jon. You’re alright. You don’t have to do anything right now.” Elias scolds lovingly, gently but firmly settling him under his desk. “Come on, now. You were being so good. Can you be patient for me?”)
(“You don’t have to be a person right now, Jon.” Elias told him once, and he crumbled so fast he barely realized he was shaking until Elias pointed it out.)
He obviously hates being in danger but hating and being scared of something that can’t kill him is a relief. He wants to be hurt and get out the Itch to be treated how he deserves without being in serious danger.
(Elias is strong. He’s reminded of this over and over again as he smacks him, until he thinks he might have to take a day off. Hurts so bad he can hardly think besides the knowledge he’s being good, nice and limp and repenting so beautifully, isn’t he perfect? Maybe elias is saying that. He can’t tell. He feels warm and loose and pliant. He’s taking it so well. He’s gonna make him proud he’s gonna make up for all of it he’ll be so perfect, he promises. Elias smiles so fondly at him he wants to burst.)
He hates being looked down upon. He wants someone to look down on him and adore him and want him anyway.
(Grinding so hard on Gerry’s boot, whining at every little insult and babbling out apologies. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he knows he’s making a mess, he knows he can’t control himself, he’s sorry, he cant help it. Gerry laughs so fondly and says of course he can’t. “Poor baby. I bet it hurts, huh? Someone should be taking care of you.”
Jon whines when Gerry yanks him up by the hair. Nips at his tits and nipples, laughing at all his jolts and whines. “God, you’re a real whore, yknow that? So smart, right up until anyone so much as lays a finger on your cute little cunt.” He’s playing with his clit too roughly and he likes it. It hurts so bad. He’s scared he’s gonna squirt all over Gerrys hand and he’s gonna make fun of him and then Gerrys gonna make him cum over and over until he cant anymore. And even then he won’t stop. He hopes he does. It would be awful and he wants it.
“Where’s all that sass now, huh? Feel too good to think? Is that it?”
Jon whines.
“I asked you a question, Jon. What, you too dumb to remember what those are?”
Hes either gonna cum all over himself or shatter into a million pieces, and he doesn’t know which is gonna come first.)
You get it. His fantasies are often just. Things he hates but safe and sexier
Drabble request: 1. "Oh, is that how you like it?"
I am JonElias trash and will never say no to any dynamic there please and thank you.
Hmmm. So this one technically isn’t finished but I’d really really really like to at least try and chip away at my asks and it’s completed enough that I can post it lol. Also. When I went to check the wordcount (excluding a few short scenes I haven’t managed to connect to it yet lol) it was 1003 words, so I trimmed it down to exactly 1k lol. So! It is. Technically. A… deca-drabble? Not sure the exact wording… but I made sure it was exactly 1000 words is the point <3
Intended to be S3 but it’s vague. I wanna work that in more later but we’ll see lol.
Hoping to expand, edit, and publish it to Ao3 but we’ll see. While I’m getting thru my asks please don’t send me any prompts? I have. I have FAR too many lmao.
I. Honestly can’t think of any specific warnings I’d need to issue? But let me know if I should add anything <3
Actually with hindsight:
- Daddy kink (accidental, then later on purpose) (and also a bit of breeding kink slipped in for flavor cause c’mon. You know me…)
- Dubcon kinda?? Jon is embarrassed and uncomfortable but Elias doesn’t really give him a chance to voice that. Jon is also Super Into It tho.
- Ok that’s it for real I think
Without further ado, fic under the cut!!
Jon stared up at him with a watery gaze, filled with pleasure and terror and that wild unearthly hunger. Elias stared back. He wanted to lap at Jon’s tears, lave his tongue across those beautiful, wide, fragie eyes. Wanted to suck them into his mouth and swallow them down. Perhaps Jon would let him, eager as he was to give himself to Elias.
“Please…” he gasped. “Please, I’m so close. I need-” Jon’s words were cut off by a desperate whine as Elias finally slipped a hand down to rub at his cock, rough and fast and exactly how Jon liked it.
“Shhhh.” He murmured against Jon’s ear, voice low and warm. “It’s alright. I know what you need.” He moved down to kiss at Jon’s jawline, stubble rough and perfect against his lips. “Let me take care of you.”
Jon’s legs were trembling now, a series of nonsensical pleas spilling from his lips, arms gripping Elias so tightly. “Elias- dad, please dad, I’m going to-” a wave of terror surged through Jon even as his eyes rolled back and he came with a wail, legs shaking with the force of his ecstasy and cunt milking Elias’ cock.
Elias bit down harshly on the side of Jon’s neck and hilted himself deep inside as he finished.
“Oh, is that how you like it?” He tried to stay composed, but his voice had gone so low and hungry. There was something about Jon, so sweet like this, so obedient under him, pleading and open to Elias in all ways…
“God, Jon,” he groaned, slipping his spent cock from Jon’s hole even as he began to finger his clit again. The fear and shame was so potent, so heady on Elias’ tongue. He could barely think for how much he needed to be inside Jon again. His Archivist was opening his mouth, wanted to take it back, this new wonderful secret he had offered. Elias let himself slump on top of Jon, pinned him with the full weight of his body (and oh he could feel Jon loosening further under him, muscles going lax, body submitting to what they both knew it needed). Pulled Jon into a deep, searching kiss. Tongue sliding into Jon’s mouth as his fingers pinched and rubbed at his cock.
He retreated, just enough to stare down into Jon’s lust-filled, frightened eyes. Slipped the hand that was playing with his clit into his mouth and pushed down on his tongue, pushed his thigh between Jon’s legs for him to grind on. “It’s alright Jon,” he murmured. “I know, it’s alright.” The fear didn’t melt away, exactly. Faded into background noise, drowned out by the haze of arousal blanketing Jon’s brain. “I already know,”
And he had, hadn’t he? Jon had always looked up to him. Sought comfort and reassurance from him. Wasn’t a father something he needed? Loving, solid, stern, warm. Oh, Elias could be that. Had been that already, in so many ways.
“You’ve been so good, Jon. You’re doing such a good job.” He gently extracted his fingers from Jon’s mouth. Wiped the saliva on the couch (and tried to contain his wince). Petted Jon’s hair, running his fingers through unkempt curls. “You deserve a reward, don’t you? My darling boy,”
Jon gasped, rolled his hips into Elias’ thigh. He could barely focus on anything, just the pressure on his cock, the warm comfort of Elias’ words, how soft and warm and pleasurable everything felt. “Yes…” he gasped out, “please yes.”
“Say it again,”
Everything was moving so slowly in his head. He let out a small whine, even as he continued to desperately hump Elias’ leg.
Suddenly he gripped Jon’s hair, pulled it, forced him to bare his throat. Jon wailed, crying out and gripping Elias with all his strength. “Go on,” Elias growled, “say it. Call me ‘dad.’”
Jon moaned, furiously working his hips. “Please, please dad, please. I’m so close. I’m so- I need-”
He broke off into a low, loud moan as Elias brought his hand back down to his hole, thrusting three fingers inside. “Yes, that’s it… you’ve been such a good boy for me.” Jon clenched down on his fingers, letting out a helpless whine. “Don’t worry. You just need your dad to take care of you, don’t you? Need him to breed you up nice and full.”
Jon panted, doing his best to fuck himself on Elias’ fingers, letting out a stream of yes yes yes.
“It’s alright, Jon. Just lie back, let me take care of you. Let go.”
His words, the sensation of his fingers hitting all those sensitive spots inside of him… he came with a sob, cunt clenching tight on Elias’ fingers as he cried out in desperate pleasure. The words dad, please, Elias, spilling past his lips. He was distantly aware of the gush of fluid being released from his cunt as he trembled through his orgasm.
He laid there, panting, slowly becoming aware of the world beyond Elias’ voice, Elias’ love, Elias’ fingers still deep inside… he let out a low groan. The shame was already creeping up on him. That he had let Elias do this to him yet again, that he had called Elias ‘dad.’ (That even now the thought stirred desire in him, that it was so very fitting, that he wanted to do it again…)
“Hush now,” Elias murmured. Voice so soft and comforting that Jon ached to hear it, “none of that.” He began to slowly stroke Jon’s walls, and he could feel the need rising in him again. “You’ve been so very stressed lately, haven’t you? And I did promise to take care of you.”
“I… I…”
Elias shushed him gently. “Just relax. Just let your father give you what you need.”
So tired, so filled with pleasure, Jon could only nod. “Please,” he whimpered, “please…”
Elias smiled, added a forth finger. “You’re so good to me. Oh, my perfect Archivist. I’ll give you what you need…”
I like the idea of Jon getting aroused from the statements. Squirming and dripping wet whenever he reads one, feeling sooo guilty and horrible but he can’t resist the urge to touch himself after every one.
Maybe it’s a natural but gradual thing that builds and builds over time. Or maybe Elias likes to slip his own arousal into Jon’s mind, feeding him little fantasies that Jon can’t help but latch onto. And of course Elias should get to catch Jon fingering himself open. Should pin him to the chair while he Watches Jon finger himself to completion as Jon squirms with humiliation and guilt and desire.
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I like the idea of Jon getting aroused from the statements. Squirming and dripping wet whenever he reads one, feeling sooo guilty and horrible but he can’t resist the urge to touch himself after every one.
Maybe it’s a natural but gradual thing that builds and builds over time. Or maybe Elias likes to slip his own arousal into Jon’s mind, feeding him little fantasies that Jon can’t help but latch onto. And of course Elias should get to catch Jon fingering himself open. Should pin him to the chair while he Watches Jon finger himself to completion as Jon squirms with humiliation and guilt and desire.
Ok having seen everyone else’s excellent tags (I’d respond but there’s too many I’m sorry) you’re all so right Jon WOULD be feeling wet and pent up whenever the tape recorder clicks on.
I think Elias should give him a vibrator that Jon can keep in for the whole day and turn on after every statement (and sometimes during if he’s desperate). Fucking himself on it helplessly while imagining someone else’s terror and suffering and he know it’s wrong and he feels so awful but he just can’t help himself every time.
Now I’m imagining the tape recorder clicking on next to him as he dreams. Hearing his little whimpers and moans and pleasured gasps. Recording him waking up and immediately reaching down to touch himself. Catching every plea and swear and gasp of yes as he fucks himself on his fingers. Only realizing it had recorded him after he cums with a bitten off moan and it clicks off. Drifting back to sleep in a haze of satisfaction too deep and thick for the guilt to pierce it. Waking up on the little document storage cot. So curious about the tape. Listening and starting to get wet again, rutting helplessly against a pillow as he pants and gasps and the tape recorder plays back just how aroused his dreams made him, just how good he felt, touching himself to other people’s worst moments.
Additional free use Jon thoughts:
I think Jon should be blindfolded and tied up, limbs spread. Drugged so he’s all soft and utterly unable to do anything. Hole exposed for others to use, mouth available for anyone who wants him to eat them out or such them off. Just lying there helpless as others use him again and again and again whether he wants it or not. Barely aware of anything except how good it feels, how messy his hole is with slick and cum, the warm wetness of a cunt on his face, of cocks invading his ass and pussy. Cumming inside him.
Institute donors and maybe some choice employees (and Elias of course) fucking him for hours until he’s squirming and oversensitive, trying to get his mouth to form words so he can beg them (to stop? To keep going? Even he doesn’t know) but all that’s coming out is desperate needy moans.
At some point in the night he passes out but this doesn’t stop the others from using his limp, unconscious body again and again. Doesn’t stop them from masturbating over his supine body until he’s coated in slick and cum.
When he wakes up the next morning, he’ll be wrecked and messy, evidence of how he was used undeniable. But he won’t remember anything but a haze of pleasure, the vague sensation of being fucked, having his face buried in someone else’s cunt…
And when he starts showing symptoms, a little over a month later… he’ll have no idea who the father might be, just the knowledge that somebody bred him while he was drugged and helpless and tied up to be a living sex toy.
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Additional free use Jon thoughts:
I think Jon should be blindfolded and tied up, limbs spread. Drugged so he’s all soft and utterly unable to do anything. Hole exposed for others to use, mouth available for anyone who wants him to eat them out or such them off. Just lying there helpless as others use him again and again and again whether he wants it or not. Barely aware of anything except how good it feels, how messy his hole is with slick and cum, the warm wetness of a cunt on his face, of cocks invading his ass and pussy. Cumming inside him.
Institute donors and maybe some choice employees (and Elias of course) fucking him for hours until he’s squirming and oversensitive, trying to get his mouth to form words so he can beg them (to stop? To keep going? Even he doesn’t know) but all that’s coming out is desperate needy moans.
At some point in the night he passes out but this doesn’t stop the others from using his limp, unconscious body again and again. Doesn’t stop them from masturbating over his supine body until he’s coated in slick and cum.
When he wakes up the next morning, he’ll be wrecked and messy, evidence of how he was used undeniable. But he won’t remember anything but a haze of pleasure, the vague sensation of being fucked, having his face buried in someone else’s cunt…
And when he starts showing symptoms, a little over a month later… he’ll have no idea who the father might be, just the knowledge that somebody bred him while he was drugged and helpless and tied up to be a living sex toy.
Oh and he should also get to be their urinal <3
I think Jon should be pissed all over. A cock thrusting down his throat, cumming, and then pissing in his mouth. A cunt resting over his face, letting out a stream of urine when he goes to give it a lick (tongue heavy and uncoordinated from all the drugs keeping him sleepy and relaxed and helpless). A puddle forming between his tits where patrons and donors (and perhaps Elias himself) have all taken a turn relieving themselves. The first cock inside him pissing to make him even slicker (as if he wasn’t dripping wet all over…) just Jon lying soaked in piss as every person in attendance uses him as a convenient urinal.
Maybe he also wets himself too. Elias made sure he had plenty to drink beforehand (has to keep his strength up after all). Maybe after the first hour or so when he’s all relaxed and loose and pliant Elias leans down and presses on his bladder until piss begins to leak from him and he moans from humiliation and relief and the pleasure he’s getting from both. Maybe while Elias is bathing him afterwards he pees himself again with a soft little whine from how good it feels. And Elias mocks him for how little self-control he has and how shameful it is while rubbing at his cock and Jon cums again in his arms <3
