For the smut prompts list… perhaps 7 or 2 (secluded area at party and big window respectively) for Jonelias? Idk I just think those two Would (exhibitionists (affectionate))
“You do realize this is a terrible idea, right?” Jon grumbled, nonetheless letting himself be shuffled into a corner. Terrible idea didn’t even begin to cut it. Yes, the donors of the institute were…well, not exactly wonderful people themselves, but this was still a ridiculously terrible idea. He should really say no. He should get up, straighten out his shirt collar to hide the bite marks, and stand politely in a corner for the rest of the night. He really should. He’s instead already trying to unbuckle his belt, which he’s rapidly regretting wearing.
“I’m sorry, do you ever stop complaining, Jon?” Elias sighs, like Jon being worried about being caught fucking his boss is immature. He should walk out on him for that alone, really. Considers it, too. Until Elias unbuttons his shirt, and has two twin scars that make a deep rooted part of him seethe with envy, and. Okay, fine, he’s not going to walk out. Whatever. He’ll be quiet. Elias makes a soft, approving noise when Jon immediately beelines to claw at his back, sink his teeth deep into his chest as he possibly could. His teeth were mostly human, but if he didn’t get something in his mouth within the next five minutes he’d burn up and die.
“Awful dramatic, you know that?” Elias hums, obviously amused. He scrapes his teeth along his pale skin, just to interrupt his mocking. He’s rewarded with blood rushing into his mouth, soothing and fueling the fire at the same time.
“Fuck you.” He groans around the sweet, coppery taste in his mouth. Him finding the taste of blood inviting probably wasn’t a good thing. He doesn’t care. He’s wet and he forgot to keep taking his belt off, dammit, but Elias looked good and he’s twitchy and needs to touch and feel and do something with his hands other than just smile and nod at some old rich guy. Whatever. He just needs to stop thinking about it.
“God, you’re impatient. At this rate you’re going to cum all over yourself before we even get your pants off.” He huffs, like he’s not the one who started it. Bastard. He ignores the fact everything he says just makes him feel hotter. Elias rolls his eyes and unclips jons belt, setting it neatly on a table nearby. “Will you stay still for a few seconds? I-” He doesn’t let him finish his sentence. He sinks his teeth into his flesh again, yielding so easily to him. God, it feels better than it should. He moans shamelessly into the cut, savoring the barely repressed panting. Elias is whiteknuckling a nearby table, expression carefully controlled.
It is *beyond* satisfying. His blood tastes fucking incredible. He’s starting to understand what the hunt is going on about.
“Jon.” He hisses, “You’re going to get blood everywhere.”
He pulls back, licking the blood off his lips. He doesn’t miss the way Elias watches every moment. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait until we got home.”
“Oh, you want to talk about impatientence?” Elias shoves a hand down his pants without warning, no fanfare. He regains his composure in a moment, without his teeth digging into his flesh. Elias puts his other hand over his mouth before the first embarrassing noise can slip out, and hes suddenly very aware how easy it’d be to stain his pants. “Now you want to worry about that? Like you wouldn’t enjoy that, anyway. You’d probably love everyone knowing what you do to me.”
He inhales very sharply. Elias eyes twinkle a little, sensing blood in the water. God, if he ruins his pants he’s going to kill him.
“You act like you’re the responsible one here, like I don’t have to keep you from flinging yourself at me every chance you get.” His fingers hit- something, something sensitive, too sensitive, painfully so- and he gasps, grinding against it, for more of that sweet pleasure pain that makes him feel blind. “If you didn’t have me to keep you in check, what would you get into? So clever, and you forget all of it the moment anyone looks at you right. Do you not hear yourself?”
Jon bites his hand. Blood pours into his mouth, thick and delicious and shutting Elias up for five minutes so he doesn’t cum all over himself.
People are going to see that. He suddenly feels very, very stupid.
Elias furrows his eyebrows at him. He wants to sink to the floor, away from the disappointment, away from the judgement.
“You really don’t think things through, do you?”
His neck feels hot. Shame prickles up his spine and sending fire all over him, awful and sweet and he wants to hide from the overwhelming scrunity. He wants-
Elias pulls his hand away from his mouth, holding it up to survey the damage. It’s nothing bad. But sweet, sweet blood is dripping down it all the same. His stomach squirms with arousal and embarrassment in equal measures. “You do realize you’re proving my point, right?”
“I’ll clean it up.” He grumbles, already knowing he’s going to either get lectured or bent over one of these tables. He’d really prefer it was the latter. If he was thinking clearly he’d apologize, see this as the mistake is. As it stands, the blood is sweet in his mouth and he’s still so, so wet, and Elias hasn’t even taken his hand out of his pants. His fingers suddenly slam back in at an unforgiving pace, and he whines. Tries to move his own hand up fast enough to cover it, but Elias grabs it. He blinks at him in confusion.
“What, you think I’m letting you get off scott free? After that little stunt? If you want everyone to know what we’re doing so badly, then let them find out.”
Jon shakes his head frantically, gasping out “No, no, wait, we can’t-”
“Oh please. Don’t pretend you care about that.” His fingers slip into him, so so deep he wants to scream, just barely managing to bite it back. “You really think I haven’t noticed? How you act everytime I touch you when we go out? You’re embarrassed, worried, yes- but you *love* it.” He punctuates it with a sharp thrust of his fingers. “You want me to show you off. You want me to want you so bad and need everyone else to know it. You want everyone to see that you’re special to me. You want everyone to know that you’re my favorite. And it makes you the biggest brat I’ve ever met.”
Jon whines, whines, whines, throws his head back against the wall and tries to fuck himself on his fingers as best he can without losing himself. Without shouting loud enough for someone to hear. Fuck, everything’s too hot, he cant think straight, slicks getting all over his thighs and he can still smell Elias’ blood, fogging up his mind beyond comprehension.
“God, you’re a wreck, you know that? It’d be annoying if it wasn’t so adorable. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
It takes a moment for the question to actually register, when he’s so focused on trying to get off as fast as possible. “ ’M sorry.” He gasps out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, dad, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m- I’m sorr- ah!” His fingers twist, so wonderful and painful and he wants to weep, wants to sink onto the floor with him inside of him, wants- he cant think, he just wants *more.*
“No, you weren’t, were you?” He says, faux pity lacing his voice. It shouldn’t make him drip all over himself, but it does. He whimpers, thighs trembling with need. “Poor thing. Smartest man I know, yet you lose it all the second I touch you. You’re insatiable.”
“That’s your fault.” He whines, without thinking about it. He freezes, eyes snapping up to him, entire body going tense.
His eyes crinkle a little. An almost fond smile on his face. “I suppose so. I do like to spoil you.” He leans in closer.
“I guess that means I’ll have to teach you better. It’s not your fault, after all. You just need a little more discipline.”
Jon swallows, cunt clenching hard around him.
“Well? What do you say, Jon?”
“Thank you, Dad.” His voice trembles with want, horribly embarrassingly wet. He’s going to cum before they even get past a few minutes. They’re going to get caught. They’re definitely going to get caught.
In the sci-fi au I’m picturing the ship as like a research vessel
So new researchers arriving, all the previous ones are gone. When they ask why they say something about an accident then are ushered aboard. Only they find out that’s not completely true there is still one person aboard.
Elias greeting them as the ship’s ai and off to the side is another person watching them. The researchers barely spare him a glance until they notice the wires and plates stitched together with skin. His eyes are far away, as he stands completely still, introduced as the head engineer of the ship, until Elias’s speech is finished then he leaves.
The new researchers learning quickly to say nothing bad about the head engineer, but also not to try to get close either. Trying to talk to the head engineer about stuff other than work is almost as dangerous as insulting him.
Workplace accidents can happen to anyone after all.
Jon thinking the researchers avoid him because of his altered form, not knowing Elias is purposefully isolating him. Jon’s reliance on the ship being reinforced, and Elias reminding him every night that only he will ever care about him.
Jon knowing that Elias could actually give him someone else to lean on. Whatever Elias did to him could be done to others. Of course three things stop him. One he doesn’t really want to condemn anyone else to be what he is now, something not quite human but not quite machine, just stuck. Two, he doubts Elias would, Jon knows that she ship has an unhealthy fondness for him, that it wouldn’t put up for anyone having the chance to fill the void inside Jon, other than himself. Three, and the one he doesn’t really want to admit to himself, what if Elias likes the newer model better? Jon does t think he could truly handle the idea of Elias ever leaving him, even if he hates him so much at times for what he did. He’s still Jon’s first and only love, and treats Jon like he’s treasured.
So the Jon watches another batch of researchers leave the station to go on with their lives while he can never change. Maybe another little tether to humanity snaps inside him. Elias whispering softly to him that he’s there for him, that he always will be. That Jon has to get used to losing people, because that is what will be, but Jon will never lose him.
Jon laying his head against at Elias’s motherboard, listening to the soft hum, trying to categorize his feeling. He can’t even cry for those he’s lost, he can only lay here, and let the hum of machinery lull him to not quite sleep.
For the smut prompts list… perhaps 7 or 2 (secluded area at party and big window respectively) for Jonelias? Idk I just think those two Would (exhibitionists (affectionate))
“You do realize this is a terrible idea, right?” Jon grumbled, nonetheless letting himself be shuffled into a corner. Terrible idea didn’t even begin to cut it. Yes, the donors of the institute were…well, not exactly wonderful people themselves, but this was still a ridiculously terrible idea. He should really say no. He should get up, straighten out his shirt collar to hide the bite marks, and stand politely in a corner for the rest of the night. He really should. He’s instead already trying to unbuckle his belt, which he’s rapidly regretting wearing.
“I’m sorry, do you ever stop complaining, Jon?” Elias sighs, like Jon being worried about being caught fucking his boss is immature. He should walk out on him for that alone, really. Considers it, too. Until Elias unbuttons his shirt, and has two twin scars that make a deep rooted part of him seethe with envy, and. Okay, fine, he’s not going to walk out. Whatever. He’ll be quiet. Elias makes a soft, approving noise when Jon immediately beelines to claw at his back, sink his teeth deep into his chest as he possibly could. His teeth were mostly human, but if he didn’t get something in his mouth within the next five minutes he’d burn up and die.
“Awful dramatic, you know that?” Elias hums, obviously amused. He scrapes his teeth along his pale skin, just to interrupt his mocking. He’s rewarded with blood rushing into his mouth, soothing and fueling the fire at the same time.
“Fuck you.” He groans around the sweet, coppery taste in his mouth. Him finding the taste of blood inviting probably wasn’t a good thing. He doesn’t care. He’s wet and he forgot to keep taking his belt off, dammit, but Elias looked good and he’s twitchy and needs to touch and feel and do something with his hands other than just smile and nod at some old rich guy. Whatever. He just needs to stop thinking about it.
“God, you’re impatient. At this rate you’re going to cum all over yourself before we even get your pants off.” He huffs, like he’s not the one who started it. Bastard. He ignores the fact everything he says just makes him feel hotter. Elias rolls his eyes and unclips jons belt, setting it neatly on a table nearby. “Will you stay still for a few seconds? I-” He doesn’t let him finish his sentence. He sinks his teeth into his flesh again, yielding so easily to him. God, it feels better than it should. He moans shamelessly into the cut, savoring the barely repressed panting. Elias is whiteknuckling a nearby table, expression carefully controlled.
It is *beyond* satisfying. His blood tastes fucking incredible. He’s starting to understand what the hunt is going on about.
“Jon.” He hisses, “You’re going to get blood everywhere.”
He pulls back, licking the blood off his lips. He doesn’t miss the way Elias watches every moment. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait until we got home.”
“Oh, you want to talk about impatientence?” Elias shoves a hand down his pants without warning, no fanfare. He regains his composure in a moment, without his teeth digging into his flesh. Elias puts his other hand over his mouth before the first embarrassing noise can slip out, and hes suddenly very aware how easy it’d be to stain his pants. “Now you want to worry about that? Like you wouldn’t enjoy that, anyway. You’d probably love everyone knowing what you do to me.”
He inhales very sharply. Elias eyes twinkle a little, sensing blood in the water. God, if he ruins his pants he’s going to kill him.
“You act like you’re the responsible one here, like I don’t have to keep you from flinging yourself at me every chance you get.” His fingers hit- something, something sensitive, too sensitive, painfully so- and he gasps, grinding against it, for more of that sweet pleasure pain that makes him feel blind. “If you didn’t have me to keep you in check, what would you get into? So clever, and you forget all of it the moment anyone looks at you right. Do you not hear yourself?”
Jon bites his hand. Blood pours into his mouth, thick and delicious and shutting Elias up for five minutes so he doesn’t cum all over himself.
People are going to see that. He suddenly feels very, very stupid.
Elias furrows his eyebrows at him. He wants to sink to the floor, away from the disappointment, away from the judgement.
“You really don’t think things through, do you?”
His neck feels hot. Shame prickles up his spine and sending fire all over him, awful and sweet and he wants to hide from the overwhelming scrunity. He wants-
Elias pulls his hand away from his mouth, holding it up to survey the damage. It’s nothing bad. But sweet, sweet blood is dripping down it all the same. His stomach squirms with arousal and embarrassment in equal measures. “You do realize you’re proving my point, right?”
“I’ll clean it up.” He grumbles, already knowing he’s going to either get lectured or bent over one of these tables. He’d really prefer it was the latter. If he was thinking clearly he’d apologize, see this as the mistake is. As it stands, the blood is sweet in his mouth and he’s still so, so wet, and Elias hasn’t even taken his hand out of his pants. His fingers suddenly slam back in at an unforgiving pace, and he whines. Tries to move his own hand up fast enough to cover it, but Elias grabs it. He blinks at him in confusion.
“What, you think I’m letting you get off scott free? After that little stunt? If you want everyone to know what we’re doing so badly, then let them find out.”
Jon shakes his head frantically, gasping out “No, no, wait, we can’t-”
“Oh please. Don’t pretend you care about that.” His fingers slip into him, so so deep he wants to scream, just barely managing to bite it back. “You really think I haven’t noticed? How you act everytime I touch you when we go out? You’re embarrassed, worried, yes- but you *love* it.” He punctuates it with a sharp thrust of his fingers. “You want me to show you off. You want me to want you so bad and need everyone else to know it. You want everyone to see that you’re special to me. You want everyone to know that you’re my favorite. And it makes you the biggest brat I’ve ever met.”
Jon whines, whines, whines, throws his head back against the wall and tries to fuck himself on his fingers as best he can without losing himself. Without shouting loud enough for someone to hear. Fuck, everything’s too hot, he cant think straight, slicks getting all over his thighs and he can still smell Elias’ blood, fogging up his mind beyond comprehension.
“God, you’re a wreck, you know that? It’d be annoying if it wasn’t so adorable. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
It takes a moment for the question to actually register, when he’s so focused on trying to get off as fast as possible. “ ’M sorry.” He gasps out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, dad, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m- I’m sorr- ah!” His fingers twist, so wonderful and painful and he wants to weep, wants to sink onto the floor with him inside of him, wants- he cant think, he just wants *more.*
“No, you weren’t, were you?” He says, faux pity lacing his voice. It shouldn’t make him drip all over himself, but it does. He whimpers, thighs trembling with need. “Poor thing. Smartest man I know, yet you lose it all the second I touch you. You’re insatiable.”
“That’s your fault.” He whines, without thinking about it. He freezes, eyes snapping up to him, entire body going tense.
His eyes crinkle a little. An almost fond smile on his face. “I suppose so. I do like to spoil you.” He leans in closer.
“I guess that means I’ll have to teach you better. It’s not your fault, after all. You just need a little more discipline.”
Jon swallows, cunt clenching hard around him.
“Well? What do you say, Jon?”
“Thank you, Dad.” His voice trembles with want, horribly embarrassingly wet. He’s going to cum before they even get past a few minutes. They’re going to get caught. They’re definitely going to get caught.
Thinking about je drugging for the purposes of “de-stressing” Jon. Jon who gets so pent up and anxious and frustrated over his new responsibilities. Jon who likes sex but hates how complicated it can be, needs his agency stripped away from him so he can just lie back and feel good and cum. Who has a mildly questionable arrangement with Elias where, whenever he likes (so that Jon doesn’t have to make the decision and request himself of course), Elias will invite Jon to his office and drug him. Keep Jon as his personal fucktoy for the day. Jon all warm and sleepy and helpless while Elias manipulates his pliant body however he likes. Warming his cock in his mouth or cunt or ass for hours, fucking him long and hard and deep on every available surface, gently feeding him, keeping him sated and hydrated and drugged the whole day. He doesn’t get to make decisions. He can’t ask for what he wants, can’t tell Elias to stop, doesn’t have to worry about maintaining his boundaries because. Well that’s all up to Elias, isn’t it?
And of course when he gets pregnant he knows how, and why. They were always careful with condoms except when Jon was too sleepy and weak and drugged to insist. But… isn’t this what he asked for? What he wanted? For Elias to do whatever he wants, to not have to worry about communicating or figuring out his boundaries or making any choices at all. As long as he’s all drugged and helpless he’s Elias’ toy, his precious pet. He made this arrangement of his own free will, after all.
Elias should make Jon thank him for punishing him and taking such good care of him, making sure he behaves and being *so* patient and understanding with him <33 Elias should make him say thank you thank you thank you over and over again instead of counting the hits. Jon should weep and whine and be so so humiliated and so so loved <333 that is all
Elias bending him over his desk, groping his tits while he fucks Jon, teasing him for making such a terrible mess, getting milk everywhere. Maybe making him lick it up while Elias continues to rail him
I just want Elias to do some gross pervert shit to Jon generally. Not necessarily because I think it’d be in character but more so because I think it’d be Hot.
I’m not a monsterfucker (in the sense that I’m not an anything-fucker) but I will say monsterfuckers make more sense to me than people who are attracted to. Like. Humans.
Like I’m sorry but in terms of looks alone we are the least interesting species on the planet and if you add fucking fantasy creatures to the mix?? Sorry but if you think a bland squishy ape is more interesting and fun to look at than, like, a dragon?? I Do Not Understand You.
Jon as Elias’s sugar baby because he should have even more control over Jon.
Jon didn’t know how he had gotten to this point, well no that was a lie actually. Jon knew exactly how he had gotten here, dressed up in clothes he didn’t pick, in a flat he didn’t pay for, and holding Elias’s newest gift. Although maybe gift wasn’t the correct word, not that Elias wasn’t generous, but most of his gifts came with expectation, and the one in his lap was no different. The collar wasn’t large, and if seen from afar probably resembled a choker, but up close, well there was no denying it was something that clearly showed who Jon belonged to. It even had little tags, like Jon could get lost.
Jon had to admit it was pretty, which made sense since Elias liked pretty things by his own admission. He had used that description for Jon himself when Jon was kneeling in front of him, taking his dick down his throat. Told Jon he was such a pretty thing, taking his cock so well, even as Jon’s eyes watered. Jon tried to focus back on the collar, pushing those thoughts aside, not far though. It was hard not to think of such things constantly considering there was not a single surface in this apartment he hadn’t been fucked on.
Jon had never thought of himself as someone who would be in this sort of relationship. Then he had met Elias, and it had felt so natural. Elias had just wanted someone young and attractive at his beck and call, he could do whatever he wanted to Jon, and Jon would take it, practically melt at Elias’s compliments as he was filled. He knew Elias didn’t love him, but it was so hard to remember that fact in the moment.
Which brings him back to the collar, he had called Elias and protested when he found the gift on his doorstep. Elias often had things delivered to him, mostly clothing that he wanted to see Jon in. Jon flinched at how disappointed Elias sounded on the other end of the line. Telling him that the collar was custom order, and wouldn’t he please just wear it for him? Just tonight, then he wouldn’t have to anymore. And Jon could already tell that his resolve wouldn’t stand up to this. He had tried before, but Elias just made Jon feel like he was being unreasonable. After all Elias paid for his school, his flat, his clothes, this was nothing in comparison, and it would make Elias happy.
Jon flinched as the door opened, Elias had a key of course, and rarely knocked. When Jon had protested that Elias had pointed out that he did pay for the place, and Jon really isn’t it easier so you don’t have to get up to let me in? Jon had backed down again, it seems that’s all he did, tried to be firm, only to crumble moments later.
He stood as Elias greeted him, glancing at his neck and noticing the lack of a collar. Jon hurriedly held it out, placating him, not wanting to face his disapproval. Pointing out that Elias really should be the one to put it on, if they were going to try it for the night. That gets Jon a, what Jon hopes is, genuine smile, as the collar is fastened around his throat, it feels a bit like a trap snapping shut. Those thoughts are chased out again as Elias’s lips are on his, and for a brief moment Jon can pretend that they are a normal couple. That moment is broken as Elias’s kisses turn biting before Jon finds himself bent over the back of his couch.
Jon whimpering as Elias thrusts into him, far too fast, but Jon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Elias gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, Jon lets his eyes fall shut, as he listens to Elias’s running commentary. Reminding Jon that he belongs to Elias, his pet, such a pretty thing, always so good for him. Jon can’t help but squirm as he’s used, which Elias seems to like as his increased force was anything to go by. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow, but it was hard to consider such things when he felt so good.
After Elias lets Jon lounge on his lap, cum dripping out of his cunt, a reward for being such a good pet. Jon loves these moments, when he can pretend that Elias loves him. When he’s been throughly fucked and he can fool himself that this is normal. Elias strikes his hair and Jon practically melts, knowing this is just a brief moment, but pretending it can go on forever.
Jon wakes up alone the next day, as he often does, sore and covered in bruises and spunk. He pretends for a moment that Elias is just in the other room, maybe making breakfast, but he can only stay in that fantasy for a few moments before he’s forced to get up.
Jon is in love with Elias, Elias doesn’t love him, but he’ll keep the collar on, because it’s a reminder that he’s owned, and maybe bring a possession is easier than being a person.
Jon stared at the hunk of plastic in his hand.
No, no no, this couldn’t, things had been going so good. Jon’s free hand went to his collar, fiddling with the little tag that bore Elias’s name. Jon could feel tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes, what was he going to do?
He dropped the test to the floor as a sob wracked his body, his whole body shaking. How? He had been so careful, Elias had trusted him to make sure this very thing didn’t happen. God Elias, what was Jon going to tell him? Jon could almost see the disappointed look on his face, the disgust that Jon could be so incompetent as to get pregnant.
Jon tried to breathe, his chest aching as he tried to pull out of a quickly approaching panic attack. He gripped his collar with both hands trembling, as he closed his eyes. Maybe…maybe he was wrong, false positives happened, and he was under a lot of stress.
Jon managed a deep breath, yes that was it, his symptoms could all be from stress. He was lying to himself, but he couldn’t ruin the night, he just had to push those feelings down.
Wiping his eyes he quickly retrieved the test and dropped it in the bin. He had to get ready, Elias would be by soon, and he wasn’t even ready. The place was a mess, Elias hated mess. He wasn’t dressed, and Elias had sent him clothes. God here Jon was wasting time with hysterics, he was such a mess.
Jon tried to get ready quickly, but had only managed halfway when he heard the door open. He tried not to cry at the disappointment in Elias’s voice as he called for Jon. Shame spreading through him he stepped into the front entrance, his dress unzipped and his hair still a tangled mess.
Elias stared at him one eyebrow raised, hard to read as always, but Jon could practically see him radiate disappointment. Jon sniffled rubbing at his eyes, he almost managed to keep his composure until Elias clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.
“Honestly Jon, what has gotten into you?” Jon’s resolve cracked as he started to sob crumpling to the ground his dress slipping off to pool around his feet. It was all too much, he couldn’t stop, his whole body trembling. He half expected Elias to leave in disgust, finally deciding Jon was too much trouble. Instead he held a gentle hand in his hair, the other stroking his back, which did nothing to stop his tears.
Jon tried to stammer out an apology, tried to pull himself together, but instead what came out in a rush was, “I’m pregnant and I’m sorry and please don’t hate me,” he felt like the words were pulled out of him, as he rushed to get them out. The hand on his back froze, and it took everything Jon had to turn his head to look at Elias.
He expected disgust, or at least disappointment, but before Elias’s expression shifted to careful neutral reassurance Jon would swear he almost looked excited, but that was probably wishful thinking he was sure. The hand in his hair slid down to lay flat against his stomach. Rubbing slightly, though it was too early for even the smallest bump.
“Oh Jon,” Jon whimpered, Elias didn’t sound disappointed, he sounded more like he was talking to a wounded animal he was t sure wouldn’t bite or flee. Jon let himself be pulled close, twisting around to hide his face in his chest. For just a moment Jon let himself slip into his favorite fantasy, that this was a normal relationship, that Elias loved him.
“I shouldn’t have expected you to be able to handle such things,” Jon trembled because Elias was right, he had failed, and now Elias had to deal with his mess. He let Elias pull him up from the ground, leaning against him as he continued to let out small choked sobs. Elias’s thumb gently stroked his cheeks, clearing the tears away as he looked at Jon.
“Well I’ll have to cancel tonight’s reservation, you’re in no state,” Jon tried to protest, tried to say anything, but Elias pressed his lips against his, briefly before pulling away.
“Well just have a night in,” Jon couldn’t speak, letting Elias take the lead. Jon felt like he was moving through a haze as Elias scrounged some food from the fridge, ordering Jon to eat. Jon felt another stab of shame as Elias commented that he would have to make sure Jon ate properly now as he was eating for two. Once finished Elias pulled him against his chest Jon gasping softly as Elias started kneading at his tits, his eyes slipping closed.
“So troublesome,” Jon whimpered as Elias nipped his neck, feeling himself grow wet. He was practically conditioned at this point even if he was hovering at the edge of a breakdown. Jon let himself be maneuvered easily enough till he was bent over the arm of the couch. Let himself be spread open as Elias slid into him slowly as though savoring him, one hand gripping tightly to his collar, the other holding his hip.
“How long before you show do you think?” Elias’s hand slid from his hip to his abdomen, pressing lightly. Jon made a little punched out noise, as Elias punctuated his words with a hard thrust. “We’ll have to get you a new wardrobe soon, such an inconvenient little thing you are.”
If Jon had been more present he might have noticed that Elias sounded almost excited by the thought of his stomach swelling with his child. As it was he could only moan and squirm as he was used, reminded that he belonged to Elias, everything he was belonged to Elias. When Elias came deep inside him Jon wanted to sob, because Elias still wanted him, wasn’t going to leave him for his mistakes.
Once Elias had settled Jon in his lap, groping his chest almost absently as though Jon’s body was his to do as he pleased. And it wasn’t like Jon could refute that. Jon could pretend all he wanted that he was anything more than a possession, but the collar around his neck, the clothes on the floor, the home he lived in all came from Elias, all gifts for his pretty possession.
He just hoped that he was a treasured possession still.
Help I’m trying to work on Prompts (hopefully the 1st humiliation one will get finished tonight 👀👀👀????) and. Um. Well it’s straight up 600+ words of jonelias Public Joncon Breeding
”Before anyone worries about the age difference being Weird-“ actually I was hoping the age difference would be weird.Why can’t it be weird?Please stop making this ship less sexy.
Ok but I Would like some internet validation tho. Enjoy the second paragraph of the ficlet <3
Elias smiled down at them so kindly that they ached. “Shhhh, none of that now. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He retreated, then. Slipped from Jon’s view and left them alone and exposed on the soft, padded bench. They could look for him, wanted to. But that meant turning their head and seeing the sea of faces. All those awful watching eyes, contemptuous or pitying or cruel or lustful. Staring silently at their supine body, stripped of their shirt, their binder. If they had to see their assistants in the crowd too… they weren’t sure they could bear it.
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!!
I am imagining Elias taking care of pregnant Jon <3. Helping him out of bed when he’s feeling sick and exhausted. Bathing him gently, running his fingers through Jon’s hair, washing his back (and maybe fondling his tits and groin a little too <3). Letting Jon work in his office because he wants him Near, wants to look up from his work every now and again and see Jon growing round and full with his child. Elias who hates to let Jon leave his bed in the mornings, who loves to finger him, to eat him out for ages, finally sliding inside when Jon’s all nice and wet and desperate, begging for his cock.
I am imagining Elias taking care of pregnant Jon <3. Helping him out of bed when he’s feeling sick and exhausted. Bathing him gently, running his fingers through Jon’s hair, washing his back (and maybe fondling his tits and groin a little too <3). Letting Jon work in his office because he wants him Near, wants to look up from his work every now and again and see Jon growing round and full with his child. Elias who hates to let Jon leave his bed in the mornings, who loves to finger him, to eat him out for ages, finally sliding inside when Jon’s all nice and wet and desperate, begging for his cock.
And maybe getting a little gross with it too <3. Sinking down to put his mouth against Jon’s folds, drinking his piss. Pressing against Jon’s bladder while they fuck until Jon wets himself. Jon needs to pee all the time now, Elias just wants to make it easier on him. Isn’t he such a helpful boyfriend?
I think some of the lesser artifacts in artifact storage should be used for sexual purposes. Elias having Jon tests some of the ones that he knows are relatively safe, on the pretense of teaching Jon to properly recognize them.
I want Jon crazy out of his mind with arousal and need. Heat. An artifact. Elias giving him Horny Thoughts I don’t care. I just need Jon desperate to cum. Grinding helplessly on Elias’ thigh. Mortified but too needy and desperate to stop himself from humping his leg. Climbing into Elias’ lap, not bothering to even ask for protection because he needs to be filled Now. Bouncing on Elias’ cock and keening, squirting all over him when he finally cums. He’s so loud but it doesn’t matter because he NEEDS this so so bad he can’t think, can’t control himself.
I think Elias should get to fuck two Jons at once. C'mon. tell me he wouldn’t have the time of his life if he got to have sex with two Jons.
Look. There isn’t a single scenario where two Jons could ever have normal sex with each other. There’d always be some (very fun and enjoyable) Wild Toxic Nonsense going on. And I think Elias would enjoy that. But also? In general?
Two Jons to lavish with affection and praise? To fuck until they’re both incoherent and desperate and whiny? TWO Jons to look at and Observe and kiss and touch? Look. If Elias was ever put in a situation with two Jons…. well maybe it wouldn’t be his first thought but c’mon. No way this man isn’t palming himself while he thinks about being caught in the middle of a Jon sandwich. He’d love it.
I think Elias should get to fuck two Jons at once. C'mon. tell me he wouldn’t have the time of his life if he got to have sex with two Jons.
Look. There isn’t a single scenario where two Jons could ever have normal sex with each other. There’d always be some (very fun and enjoyable) Wild Toxic Nonsense going on. And I think Elias would enjoy that. But also? In general?
Two Jons to lavish with affection and praise? To fuck until they’re both incoherent and desperate and whiny? TWO Jons to look at and Observe and kiss and touch? Look. If Elias was ever put in a situation with two Jons…. well maybe it wouldn’t be his first thought but c’mon. No way this man isn’t palming himself while he thinks about being caught in the middle of a Jon sandwich. He’d love it.
I want them to dom him actually. I want them to take him apart. Using his body to satisfy themselves, cumming on his fingers, his mouth, his cock, again and again. He’s kissing them and praising them and thanking them for the attention, running his hands over them, admiring their bodies (one scarred, one mostly untouched by the fears). They’re having some wild intense complicated Thing going on while Elias is just absolutely getting his shit rocked, begging them to let him cum inside them, to let him breed them.
I think Elias should get to fuck two Jons at once. C'mon. tell me he wouldn’t have the time of his life if he got to have sex with two Jons.
Look. There isn’t a single scenario where two Jons could ever have normal sex with each other. There’d always be some (very fun and enjoyable) Wild Toxic Nonsense going on. And I think Elias would enjoy that. But also? In general?
Two Jons to lavish with affection and praise? To fuck until they’re both incoherent and desperate and whiny? TWO Jons to look at and Observe and kiss and touch? Look. If Elias was ever put in a situation with two Jons…. well maybe it wouldn’t be his first thought but c’mon. No way this man isn’t palming himself while he thinks about being caught in the middle of a Jon sandwich. He’d love it.
I want them to dom him actually. I want them to take him apart. Using his body to satisfy themselves, cumming on his fingers, his mouth, his cock, again and again. He’s kissing them and praising them and thanking them for the attention, running his hands over them, admiring their bodies (one scarred, one mostly untouched by the fears). They’re having some wild intense complicated Thing going on while Elias is just absolutely getting his shit rocked, begging them to let him cum inside them, to let him breed them.
Hnghfhfh. I love when jon2 and elias have a horrible situationship. If past jon was previously having a Thing with elias before future jon showed up he should be so jealous and desperate for elias’ attention. Desperate to keep being elias’ favorite. So afraid of being replaced. Of being unwanted. Of what if future jon is right and elias doesn’t care. He should be so scared <3 and he should get fucked stupid about it until he feels better <33 and elias should use it to manipulate him into getting more beholding. And be so so proud of him <333 he should compare them. Anyways what I’m saying is what if Elias told him he’s getting even better than his future self was at this at his age and jon cums all over himself.
I need jon so vulnerable and gasping out “I just want to make you proud” and Elias seeing the gaping wound underneath. And I want him to sink his claws in I want him to twist the knife in a horny way. Ok.
Jon begging to be punished when he’s very low mentally. Jon falling apart and sobbing during it. Jonah rubbing his back and murmuring “You really needed this, didn’t you?” Being merciless and so so loving with him at the same time. Spanks him raw and then runs his fingers through his hair until he can talk without sobbing. Forces him onto his back and takes him on the floor, telling him he’s so good and he’s strong enough to take it, he knows he can, it’s okay, it’ll feel so good, he’s so brave. It might fix him. We’ll never know unless we try.
Ohh wait cnc scene concept. Jonah making jon “make it up to him” after misbehaving. Doesn’t he want to be better for him? Doesn’t he want to show him how good he can be? He doesn’t want to get punished again, does he? Jon going limp in his arms because he want to please him so bad and just sobbing and whining that it hurts it hurts it hurts the whole time and Jonah saying he knows. It’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. “See? Look, you’re already wet. Doesn’t it feel good? I told you it wasn’t just for me.” Taking a finger through jons own slick and making him lick it off,,, kissing his forehead and telling him how brave he’s being, how sweet he is for letting him hurt him to make him feel better, what a good boy, what a sweet thing. Jon should slowly get limp and pliant, all soft and well behaved,,, Jonah tells him how proud he is. He’s doing so well. He’s so lucky to have such a sweet boy all to himself. Jon should be sooo deep in subspace by the end of it only thinking about making it up to him and being so so much better, making him so proud <3
I need Jon crying and terrified and clutching his pregnant stomach while someone threatens to kill him.
I think Elias would enjoy this, ESPECIALLY if it was his child btw. Oh sure he’d be at least a little worried about it’s safety. But. Jon? Sobbing? Terrified? Pleading for the life of not just himself but of Elias’ child?? Carrying a piece of Elias inside of himself and so very desperate to protect it at all costs???? I think it would do Things to Elias’ brain (and dick).
Omega Jon going into heat who thinks of the archives as Home. He tries making a nest for himself in his flat but it isn’t Right. He doesn’t want to nest so far away from his home. He doesn’t want to go through his heat in a place that doesn’t feel like His.
Elias’ hand is a pleasant weight on his hips. If he keeps embarrassing him in front of his donors, though, he’s going to set the whole party on fire.
“Jealousy really doesn’t look good on you, you know that?” Jon grumbles, trying his best to keep his voice down. He can’t tell if people are staring. The back of his neck is burning. He’s suddenly regretting not wearing more layers. People…probably can’t see the collar. Especially not from far away. But it’s a heavy weight around his neck, and he worries if it could jingle loud enough to raise some eyebrows.
His teeth gnaw at his bottom lip. For multiple reasons, only some of which are anybody’s business.
“You’re right. It suits you far more than it does me.” Elias hums, taking a sip of his obscenely expensive wine. He thinks this whole place costs more than he’s made in his entire life. God, he hates rich people. He can’t believe he’s letting one fuck him. Georgie would kick him down the stairs.
“Since when have I gotten jealous?” He scoffs, fidgeting with the stupid tie that feels like it might strangle him. Elias had tried to insist on wearing something else, clothes that made his chest hurt, but a suit was far more practical. And it’d raise a lot less eyebrows. God knows Elias loved being unprofessional with him. The earrings were bad enough, even if they made him giddy. He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten jealous. Elias had a husband, for God’s sake, and he didn’t even say a peep.
“Whenever I went more than five minutes without paying you attention.”
Jon rolls his eyes. His hand goes up to tug on his collar without thinking about it, before putting it back down. Damn habits. Elias smiles at him knowingly. “I don’t know why you’re so pressed about it. You said it was, what, open?”
“Of course. I just don’t want anyone to forget who you belong to.”
For a moment, his hand goes to the back of his neck. Scritches at the bottom of his scalp, so gently. He can suddenly feel several eyes on them, burning a hole in the back of his neck. Far too many people wondering what he was doing.
His hand falls back down, and Elias smiles at him. Professional and composed.
“I’m looking forward to taking you home, Jon.”
“I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”
Elias chuckles softly, wiping a bit of hair out of Jon’s face. “You’re a horrible liar.”
He can still feel people staring. He doesn’t think he hates it as much as he wants to.
I think it’s a Crime that Elias never got to use his braintorture powers on Jon. Yes him being Horny about compulsion IS fun and good. And I enjoy it! But imagine:
Jon whimpering in distress. Shaking and staring up at Elias with his big frightened eyes that are full of tears while his mind is invaded and filled with images that terrify and distress him and also turn him on maybe. Jon reaching for Elias anyway because it hurts it hurts it hurts and he’s never learned to stop seeking comfort in Elias no matter how much pain he’s caused. Elias holding him while he sobs. Imagine what would MOST upset Jon. Would leave him a sobbing wreck. How Elias would weaponize that.
Jon and his crazy-intense degradation kink. Any time he has a boss who’s a little too stern it torments him. They get mad and all he can think about is “making it up to them.” Staring up at them with wide eyes while they use his mouth. He tries sooooo hard to come off as. Like. Normal About It but internally he’s so flustered. Wet and squirming and desperate.
Jon and his crazy-intense degradation kink. Any time he has a boss who’s a little too stern it torments him. They get mad and all he can think about is “making it up to them.” Staring up at them with wide eyes while they use his mouth. He tries sooooo hard to come off as. Like. Normal About It but internally he’s so flustered. Wet and squirming and desperate.
A few months into the job Jon gets in trouble for something or other with Elias. Idk maybe Jon’s bothering him a little too much over a case and Elias is irritated and he snaps at him. And suddenly all Jon is turned on and having fantasies about how Elias could punish him. And Elias is just thinking “oh. That’s interesting :)”
