Where’s that post about how if Jon’s a trans man Jonah should forcemasc him and if she’s a trans woman Jonah should forcefem her because they were so right. Jonah should crack their egg with a sledgehammer and it should be an extremely painful and wonderful process. Okay. This has nothing to do with my own relationship with my gender. What are you talking about
Why is this porn so Long. We’re at 1.3k words now and Elias STILL hasn’t cum yet (he wants to savor it) (also I want to give Jon a third orgasm <3)
I. I can’t finish this tonight. There’s too much and the writing quality is degrading the more exhausted I feel. Almost 1.7k words. Here’s a sneak peek (warning for Explicit noncon, threat of forced impregnation):
“I knew you’d like it,” he murmured, breath heavy and hot on their neck. “My perfect boy.” His thrusts were slower now, deeper, hitting places Jon had never managed to reach on their own, filling them so completely and utterly. I don’t, they thought. I don’t, I don’t. But their body wasn’t listening. Responded too easily to Elias’ words, his touch, his cock. “I’m going to cum inside of you,” he hissed. “In front of all these people.” His voice was rough and strained with desire, their cunt tightening helplessly around him. “Do you think it will take?”
Jon’s heart kicked up in terror, eyes blowing wide with panic. No. No. He couldn’t… he wouldn’t-
“I hope it does. You’d look so beautiful, wouldn’t you? Round and full with my child. Every one of your colleagues knowing just how you got like that.” His breathing was getting harsher now, his rhythm faltering.
Look I don’t have a teacher kink. But Jon absolutely would. He would go crazy over it. Someone needs to act like they’re teaching him how to touch himself / how to get off properly. It’d fix him.
Losing my mind over Jon(x2)/Elias post s5 time travel au. Specifically the Jon selfcest of it all. Like my god, the mutual self-hatred. Future!Jon seeing all the things they lost but also all the seeds of what they eventually became, feeling envy and hate in equal measure, undercut by a quiet longing. Past!Jon seeing himself echoed in uncomfortable ways, a version of himself that’s grown better in some ways but worse in others, who’s sort of this mysterious figure who hates him, who doesn’t lug around all that nervous professional insecurity and who doesn’t take him seriously… and of course they both naturally hate themselves so much already that it’s On Sight for any other Jon.
I need to see them fuck about it. I need future!Jon domming past!Jon. I want to see past!Jon get mad at future!Jon for withholding information one moment and get down on his knees for them seeking approval the next. I need future!Jon pushing past!Jon to the absolute brink, hands around his throat and nails digging in, punishing him for both of their sins. Incredibly intense scenes followed by half-assed aftercare, future!Jon absolutely degrading the HELL out of past!Jon until he’s sobbing while they rail him with their strap… it’s sooooo tasty to me you have NO idea…
And of course Elias as a central, foundational figure of their relationship. Elias who scolds them lightly for not getting along but is more than happy to let it happen because it’s just so interesting to watch. Elias who enjoys how amusing and flattering it is for Jon to be jealous of themself, who strokes himself off behind his desk while they have bitter acrimonious hatesex on the floor of his office (perhaps even at his request, although I’m sure he stipulated that they “play nice”).
And the place we all knew this was going: I think one of the Jon’s needs to get pregnant. The au diverges a bit from here based on which one gets knocked up.
Past!Jon: Perhaps Elias wanted to show some special attention to the more human Jon. Perhaps he wanted to lay a claim to him similar to the one he knows some alternate version of himself claimed future!Jon. Perhaps he thought it might be interesting, perhaps it really was just an accident. Whatever the case, it changes things. Future!Jon, once allowed to be cruel as they pleased, now really must be gentle. Can’t hurt the baby. Can’t stress past!Jon out too much, can’t risk his health or the health of his unborn child (their unborn child, which only makes it so much stranger and more complicated. They HATE one of the fathers, the other father is their lover, they are beholden to both, and the baby is technically their biological child, and there’s not a family therapist in the WORLD equipped to sort out THAT mess). Sometimes they think they might love that child, sometimes maybe they resent it. Sometimes they see the care and reverence Elias treats past!Jon with (and they KNOW he loves them, Knows it better than anything), wishes maybe they had that too.
Future!Jon: Maybe Elias felt jealous. This was a Jon he had no hand in crafting. No, that was another Elias, another lifetime he wasn’t there to Witness and Watch. Maybe he decides that, if he can’t shape this future version of Jon the way that long-ago version of Elias did, he could still change them deeply, fundamentally, from the inside out. Future!Jon wouldn’t want to be pregnant, maybe, but all Elias needs to do is ensure protection is “forgotten” one too many times. He’s protective of them, of course. Caring and attentive and it’s yet another way for past!Jon to feel stupidly, foolishly inadequate. His future self is a god, perfectly able to See and Understand Elias in the way Elias craves, the way past!Jon craves. And now there’s a baby growing inside of future!Jon that’s sort of going to be his… that he’s going to be personally responsible for despite their absolute mess of a relationship…
Instead of working on my Econ assignment I am thinking about Elias forcibly outing Jon to themselves.
Like egg enby/transfemme/trans woman Jon who’s so fucking deep in denial until Elias forces her to confront her dysphoria and implants visions of what she would look like if she transitioned until she just can’t deny it anymore.
Or enby Jon having all the times they felt drawn to it/they/whatever pronouns and being forced to confront the fact that this is what they want and need.
Or Elias hitting aro and/or ace Jon with what attraction ACTUALLY feels like and all the times being in a relationship and/or considering sex made them feel uncomfortable.
Just. Elias using his mental powers to force Jon to understand all the things they were keeping buried. The way he did it in the show too. Monologue and everything.
Horny version: Elias doing the same thing but with Jon’s kinks. Telling Jon about all their dirty little fetishes (some of which they weren’t even aware they had!!). Projecting images of Jon bound up or collared or pregnant or getting fucked or whatever else and Jon is so horrified and so humiliated but also desperately turned on and ashamed of that to because Elias can See it.
Jon going into heat from all the stress and overwork during S1. Who has a Thing with Elias on the side. And they’ve never spent a heat together but he’s so wet already and he needs to get through his heat as quickly as possible. Can’t afford to waste time. Awkwardly asking Elias to share his heat with him.
And Jon loves it. Hates it. Spends the whole heat desperate and begging for Elias’ cum, humping him until his dad takes pity and gives Jon his knot. And he never meant to let that kink slip. And he’s just lucid enough to be mortified. To hate how desperate and pathetic he’s become. His mind and body betraying him like this, making him look like a simple, horny slut in front of his boss. But it isn’t enough to overpower the overwhelming NEED. His body demands that he be knotted and bred and all he can do is lie back and agonize over how good it feels, how much he hates himself. Elias praising and degrading him by turns.
“One day I am going to have you completely. And I’m never going to let you go again. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever craved, whether you want it or not. And I’m going to make you wonder why you ever thought I’d deny you.”
A stupid thought really now that he considered it. Just because he had managed to grasp a bit of power in his hands didn’t mean there wasn’t a bigger monster waiting to pounce. Jon cowered beneath the old cot, hoping the monster would overlook him this once.
As the footsteps sounded through the Archive Jon couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper, trying to make himself small, to be unnoticed. He couldn’t get quite as small as he used to, not with his stomach the size it was, but he tried to curl up, to protect both of them. If he could just hide long enough surely Elias would come, if not for Jon, than for the baby, right?
In his bid to make himself small he had lost track of the footsteps, a stupid thing to do really. He was of the Eye he should be able to know anything in his domain. Should meant very little when the only thing he could focus on was terror.
“Hello little rabbit,” Jon couldn’t hold back a scream as his ankle was grabbed and pulled backward. He tried to grab onto anything, but Jon was weak, and underfed, so he was easily pulled out and half-thrown against the wall.
Jon did his best to curve himself around his stomach, shielding it as he hit the wall. He felt something crack and he screamed again, though he could almost feel the break healing, a few moments later. He pushed himself up as best he could, blood from whatever hand broken dripping down his leg.
“Knew I smelled a monster down here,” The hunter looked quite the monster himself. The part of Jon that was the Eye, found it comparable to the description of the wolf creature from Virginia. The rest of him could only whimper, trying to make himself small.
“Please, please don’t hurt us please,” Jon’s arms were wrapped tight around his belly shielding his baby as best he could, in case the Hunter attacked. Jon could see the monster’s grin widen as he took in Jon’s condition. Jons pleas became frightened whimpers, his whole body trembling, he could feel terror starting to paralyze him.
“Well looks like I’ve bagged two monsters this hunt.” The Hunter reached toward Jon’s stomach, claws stretched out. Knowing he couldn’t let the man hurt his baby, Jon threw himself to the side the claws narrowly missing his belly instead digging into his side. Jon screamed again, blood was now pooling beneath him, the wounds healing sluggishly. He had to move, he had to, he had to protect his baby.
“Now now, you’ve been caught little rabbit, no trying to run away now.” Jon ignored him scrabbling to his feet, he just needed to get to Elias, Elias would the baby. The hunter grabbed for him, and though he didn’t get a good grip he managed to dig his claws into Jon’s shoulder. Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp of pain as he tore free, blood now dripping down his arm, as he sprinted for the door hearing laughter behind him.
It was fine he could see the door, it was just a bit farther. Once he got there he’d be safe, they both would be. He made it halfway there before the monster was on him, his arms wrapping around his waist just above his stomach. Jon tried to kick free, thrashing, cornered prey knowing that if they stopped fighting they’d be eaten. The Hunter barely seemed to notice other than tightening his grip as he laughed in his ear.
“I win” Jon could feel the Hunter’s hot against his skin. Could feel the terror, the hopelessness pooling in his chest. He was going to die, the monster was going to kill him, and his baby, because he was too weak, too scared. Jon started to cry, heaving sobs, as his struggles started weaken, blood loss robbing him of the little fight he had left.
“I’m disappointed,” Jon froze as he felt a spray of warm blood across his face, as a bullet slammed into the Hunter’s skull. Jon fell to the ground, as the monster collapsed seemingly not as hardy as the creature it resembled, or weak in a place of power not its own.
“Such a pathetic little thing aren’t you?” Jon couldn’t refute the statement as he half crawled toward Elias. Elias’s expression as always was impossible to read as he looked down at him. He hesitated, Elias was as usual pristine, while Jon looked like he had, well like he had just almost been mauled to death by a predator and not gotten off unscathed. Elias closed the distance pulling him close, examining Jon with an expression that Jon if he was better at reading others, would call hungry.
“Didn’t even try to fight did you? Just ran and hid like just like a little rabbit,” Elias smirked as he pressed his lips to Jon’s bloody ones. Some part of Jon, a very tiny part wondered at the fact that Elias called him what the hunter had, surely a coincidence. The rest of him was busy kissing Elias back, Jon noticed Elias was hard against him, and Jon couldn’t help but moan. That small part of him also objected to this, Jon had almost just died, this shouldn’t be a turn on, Jon told that part to shut up.
“So terrified, what if I hadn’t come Jon, were you going to just roll over for this monster too?” Jon was starting to feel a bit floaty, probably due to his adrenaline draining, and the blood loss. Without much of his own input found himself undressed, bloody clothes already half shredded anyway.
“Of course I had to come save you,” Elias laid Jon gently on the least occupied desk, caressing his swollen stomach. Jon wondered briefly if Elias would have let him get eaten if the baby wasn’t his. His brain went blank again as Elias thrust into him, Jon gasping, not quite ready, but he wasn’t really able to think.
“Such a pretty little thing,” The hungry look was back, he kept one hand on Jon’s stomach the other tracing one of Jon’s new scars as some of the shallower scratches had finished healing. Blood painted his fingers leaving streaks of red on Jon’s breast as he teased his nipples. Jon came like a thunderclap, his continued use quickly becoming overwhelming, but Elias didn’t stop. Jon couldn’t do much more than lay there and take it, mewling as he was used.
“You’ll have to eat better you know? I’ve let this go on too long, you need to be stronger for the baby,” Jon opened his mouth to argue, there was a reason he couldn’t, but the reason fled his brain as Elias thrust harder. Jon keened as he came again, blood loss and adrenaline drain finally catching up as he could feel himself start to pass out.
“You looked so lovely terrified out of your pretty mind.” Jon wasn’t sure if he imagined those words as darkness settled over him, and he knew no more.
Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers
JonElias please feel free to interpret how you want.
For some humiliation prompts from… a while ago actually lmao. Look I can’t lie brain’s not braining so good and I think I might’ve bungled the ending but by god do I just want to get something. ANYTHING posted. Sorry, I hope it’s alright.
(Every time I post JE noncon I feel a teensy bit guilt for how ooc it is. I know he would never do this (to Jon)!! He would want it to be Jon’s choice!! Unfortunately noncon breeding w/ forced orgasm is like. THE kink for me and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for the sake of being horny on the internet.)
Warnings for:
Noncon. Like. Just throughout the whole entire thing. This is just 1.8k words of Jon getting publicly raped.
Jon is drugged (well it maybe functions more as a muscle relaxant, they’re relatively lucid. But still.)
Idk if this needs a warning but. There’s also a lot of unwilling arousal and forced orgasm in their too, as well as (threats of) forced impregnation.
Jon is recorded by others. Also without consent.
It is implied that Jon is worried they will be assaulted again that evening (including if they pass out), although it is unclear if that is actually the case.
Tired as hell and worried I’m forgetting something. Idk. The main point is: fic under the cut:
“You look beautiful like this.” Elias murmured, thumb brushing against Jon’s cheek. They struggled, tried to kick out, break free, do anything, but their limbs weren’t responding. Too weak to do more than twitch; they hadn’t even needed to be restrained.
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.
For a few long, slow moments, it was as if they were entirely alone. Elias silent and out of sight. Surely it would be better if he left them like this. Drugged and helpless and half-naked. Vulnerable and alone. Would they spend the whole party like this? An object on display for their colleagues to mock? Lust for?
The pressure of a hand on their trousers, slowly unzipping them, pulling Jon’s awareness back to Elias. He removed them with such gentle care that Jon trembled. They hated the sick relief they felt spreading in their chest like a disease. Elias hadn’t left them alone, hadn’t abandoned them. Even as he continued to violate them in front of the entire institute staff. But a twisting dread was rising inside of them as well. They tried again to kick at Elias, could barely manage to lift their leg. A sigh. Fond words. “None of that now, Jon.” A gentle kiss, just above their knee. Hands running soothingly down their thigh. Some awful part of them squirmed with need and longing, and they let out a soft whine.
“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” Elias said. Fingers slipped easily under the waistband of their boxers, pulled them down, Jon’s limbs moving too slow and too late to shield their cunt from the prying eyes of their audience. Tears leaked from their eyes and they let out a choked sob as his hands gently spread their legs further. He stroked his fingers through their folds, and Jon felt a shameful jolt of pleasure as he brushed against their cock. “Oh, look at you,” Elias sounded enthralled, almost awed, and so very, very pleased, “you’re soaked, aren’t you? You must’ve needed this so very badly.” Jon shuddered, nausea building inside of them. Surely they couldn’t be enjoying this, surely they couldn’t have wanted this. But they could see the slick that glistened on his fingers when he held them up in front of Jon. Their cunt warm and clenching with need. Another way for their body to betray them.
Hot breath puffed against their folds, their aching cock. No, Jon thought desperately, please don’t. And then Elias leaned forward and took Jon’s cock wholly into his mouth. They let out a muffled keen, wanted so terribly to flinch away, but their hips only tilted upwards, pressing into the sensation.
Elias swirled his tongue around Jon’s clit, licking and laving at it as he sucked. Jon bit into the gag, trying to contain their gasps and moans. God, they shouldn’t be enjoying this. But they could feel the heat building low in their belly, the pleasure building and building as their hips rocked up in tiny little motions that they just couldn’t stop. The slick sounds of his mouth not enough to drown out the helpless little noises they were making.
Elias groaned and hummed in pleasure, the vibrations of each sound sending sparks shooting through them. The oily shame and crushing terror, the sick violation, it wasn’t enough to distract Jon from how good they felt, how wonderful Elias’ mouth was on their cock. But surely they weren’t going to cum. Not from this, not like this. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t, they-
Someone took a picture, the sound piercing through Jon’s awareness, and that was all it took. Legs weakly locking around Elias’ head as they came with a wail, eyes rolling up into their head as they tried to grind up into his mouth. Toes curling in pleasure as their orgasm wiped everything but horror and ecstasy from their mind.
Finally, finally it ended, pleasure rapidly becoming overstimulation. Mercifully, Elias pulled back, released Jon’s clit, as they flopped bonelessly back into the cushions. They couldn’t allow themselves to hope that it was over, not yet.
The sound of the zipper came from very far away, it felt like. Drowned out by Jon’s own heaving breaths, by the click of the phone cameras (it was horrifying, of course. A terrible, cloying humiliation that made their stomach roll and their cunt throb). Jon wished they could be allowed to drift like this for the rest of the evening. The misery couldn’t quite reach them here.
Distantly, hands took hold of their hips, and a blunt, heavy weight pressed against their opening. They tried to hold on to that distance, the gap between them and awful reality, but then Elias began to press inside and the pain of the stretch shattered their brief respite. It burned. They were chanting, they realized, no no no please no please don’t please, the words muffled by the gag. But Elias just continued to push forwards. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, balls coming to rest against Jon’s arse.
A gentle hand running through their hair. “I know,” Elias murmured. “Just relax, it will all feel better soon.”
Just stop. Jon thought at him desperately. Please. Please.
Elias sighed, gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. Then he began to move. Slow at first, pulling out inch by inch before softly sliding back in. Soon, pain began to give way to awful, sickening pleasure, and Elias began to speed up his thrusts.
Jon bit hard into the gag, trying to silence the gasps and moans that slipped out through the fabric. Wished they could drift away again, to that place where none of this mattered. But every time they thought they might manage it, Elias groped one of their tits, impaled them with a particularly rough thrust, bit down so harshly on their neck that they thought it might draw blood, pulled them firmly back down to reality. The pleasurable drag of Elias’ cock against their walls, the wetness soaking their cunt, the stares of the entire institute watching Elias rape them… it was all too overwhelming.
Elias tilted their hips, and Jon cried out as the new angle allowed Elias to hit something sensitive. They clenched down on him, and he moaned, panting into their neck. “Jon, god, Jon.” His hips snapped to theirs again and again, pounding into them as they squirmed and writhed beneath him. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but Jon could already feel another orgasm building. No, they thought, please no. Not again. Please please please not again.
“None of that now,” Elias said, voice low and breathy with lust, with need. “Let yourself enjoy this.” He slipped a hand down, pinching and rubbing at their clit, every touch setting their nerves alight. No, Jon wanted to say, stop. Please, please stop. But it was too late. Jon came with a sob, cunt gripping Elias’ cock and legs shaking with the force of their orgasm. “Yes…” he panted, “yes, that’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so good.” To their horror, the words only stirred more heat in their belly, their body not sated by their second orgasm. They wanted to cry, to scream. They shut their eyes tight, unable to bear the sight of Elias’ flushed face and hungry eyes.
“I knew you’d like it,” he murmured, breath heavy and hot on their neck. “My perfect boy.” His thrusts were slower now, deeper, hitting places Jon had never managed to reach on their own, filling them so completely and utterly. I don’t, they thought. I don’t, I don’t. But their body wasn’t listening. Responded too easily to Elias’ words, his touch, his cock. “I’m going to cum inside of you,” he hissed. “In front of all these people.” His voice was rough and strained with desire, their cunt tightening helplessly around him. “Do you think it will take?”
Jon’s heart kicked up in terror, eyes blowing wide with panic. No. No. He couldn’t… he wouldn’t-
“I hope it does. You’d look so beautiful, wouldn’t you? Round and full with my child. Every one of your colleagues knowing just how you got like that.” His breathing was getting harsher now, his rhythm faltering. “Do you know how many of them have been taking pictures? Videos? Even some of your assistants.”
Jon wanted to be sick. Stomach curdling with horrified betrayal that did nothing to stifle the heat Elias’ words stirred inside of them. They were so close, their body preparing to betray them for a third time, while their assistants watched them get raped and did nothing. Recorded Jon’s torment for their own personal use. Something vital and terrified and alive snapped inside of them, heart swallowed by a wrenching loneliness. It hurt so much. It hurt so much. Still Elias never faltered, pounding into them at a relentless pace. It shouldn’t have felt so good. Jon wasn’t sure they had ever hated themselves more.
Elias’ cock managed to brush up against all Jon’s most sensitive places on every stroke. The weight of the eyes and cameras trained on them giving it all an electric charge. Wretched pleasure and agony swirled and mingled together, driving every thought from their brain. They were going to cum. They were going to cum on Elias’ cock. Again. Elias reached up, pulled the gag from their mouth, smiled down at them. “Anything you want to say to our audience?”
Mouth finally free, Jon took in heaving, gasping breaths. Tried to pull themselves together. But the words came out before they could even think… “I- Elias, dad, please-” Shame and ecstasy crashed over them as they came harder than they maybe ever had before. Eyes rolling back into their head, whole body trembling, cunt trying to milk Elias’ cock. World narrowed in on the sensation of their orgasm even as Elias kept going.
Finally, as pleasure began rapidly tipping into overstimulation, Elias stilled. He came with a satisfied groan, pumping his seed deep inside of Jon. They trembled at the violation. Wanted to be sick.
Elias hissed as he pulled out of Jon. From somewhere very far away they heard the rustling of fabric as he put himself back together, tucking his spent cock back in his trousers. “See?” He said, so softly and fondly that it didn’t even feel real. Not after what he had done. “I told you I’d make it good for you, didn’t I?”
Jon shuddered. With the last remnants of their strength, they curled in on themselves. Let their mind slowly drift towards oblivion. Whatever else was done to them this evening, they couldn’t bear to be present for it.
No one talk to me I’m thinking about jonship size differences. They need to be able to overpower him okay. If they don’t look like they could beat him in a fight it’s not good enough. What do you mean I have a thing for size differences.
Instead of working on hw that’s due in two hours I’m imagining Jon’s pregnancy making him feel really sick and awful and Elias using this as an excuse to keep Jon with him in his home all the time.
I think Jon should use the Beholding to be a bit of a creep about other people’s fantasies (ones involving him that is). It’s not on purpose. Not at first, anyway. He just. Keeps accidentally picking up the sexual fantasies of others. And he’s horrified by it, sort of even hates it, but at the same time they get him so wet…. and would it really be so bad? If he masturbated to other people’s most private thoughts and desires? Nobody had to know. Surely he couldn’t help his body’s natural reactions, the places his mind wanted to slip as he brought himself off.
Sometimes it’s gender-affirming either. A stranger imagining themselves riding his cock (and he’s struck by a pang of longing for something be hadn’t ever really thought about before, realizes he wants…).
Daisy has violent fantasies of chasing him down, violently pinning and using him until he’s dead. Tim thinks about their few previous sexual encounters. Elias has a lot more variety (mostly because I’ve thought about him more lol). Fantasies of publicly breeding Jon as he begs for it in front of a crowd of horrified onlookers. Of Jon sitting back and just Watching as Elias jerks himself to completion. Mostly he prefers to recall Jon’s own fantasies, or his memories of watching Jon undress, watching him touch himself, in a humiliating violation that leaves Jon soaked.
Jon purring but during cockwarming. It’s a strange little sign of his inhumanity that neither of them really expected. He’s on his knees for Elias, or maybe in his lap, Elias half-hard inside of him. And Jon is just so warm and content and sleepy. Nice and relaxed. Just there to be Elias’ good boy, his precious pet. Letting out a low, gentle purr that he doesn’t even really notice.
Jon feeling so guilty and horrible after every daddy kink fantasy he has thinking he’s the worst person in the world Ever. Meanwhile Elias is just like “well shit I can’t NOT fuck him”
Elias gently guiding Jon through the process of giving a blowjob, holding his hair and moving his head for him, praising him whenever he remembers to swallow or take Elias in an extra inch. And something about his stern, steady, loving presence somehow reminds Jon of having a father (even though he really doesn’t have any actual experience to compare it to, and isn’t it such a strange thought to be having? No father should ever be doing this to their son…), but he feels so warm and content because he’s doing a good job. Elias is so pleased with him. So proud. And Elias pulls out so he can tilt Jon’s head up, admire his swollen lips and glassy eyes while he finishes himself off, and then Jon looks up at him and whimpers and says “dad- dad please…” and Elias swears and cums across his face.
Ok see NOW I’m thinking about someone stumbling across Jon while he’s sleeping. Maybe in the doc storage cot… shirtless with the blankets kicked off…. tensed up from a nightmare….. unzipping their trousers and pulling out their cock and masturbating over his defenseless sleeping body, cumming all over his chest….
Jon being reminded of what he imagines having a father should be like during sex is always so fun because he’d be soooo guilty about it. Surely there is something seriously wrong with him. Meanwhile Jonahs having the time of his life. I maintain Jonah doesn’t have a daddy kink but he LOVES being a caretaker/having Jon dependent on him. He loves it. Soothes some of his need for intimacy without needing to be vulnerable himself and instead Jon is the vulnerable one. Also it’s gender affirming. I said what I said. Being viewed as like. Ideal father figure, need to please and gain affection from? It is going to Do things to him I think. Do you see my vision.
Jonah doesn’t have a daddy kink but like. Jon being dependent on him? Being in a position of power over him where Jon needs him, where a bond or at least some sort of Need is guaranteed? Where Jon Needs to attach to him and look to him for anything? Where he can shape him, guide him, make him all his own? Where Jon relies on him so deeply, trusts him like nobody else? Being so close to him while also having so much authority over him that he might as well be his father? Yeah I think that does it for him. I am trying so hard to convey my Jonah Thoughts but idk if it’s working. Do you see the vision.
It’s like. I think Jonah would find the idea of being needed more than he needs them reassuring. I think the idea of being responsible for shaping someone appeals to him deeply for his own Issue related reasons. I think he might not have a daddy kink but his own Things slot very neatly into it. Do you get it.
Not a fic but on the darker end, so I’m hiding it under a cut. Some noncon coma breeding shit (focused on the aftermath mainly)
Jon waking up from the coma a month pregnant, maybe two… he doesn’t learn immediately, of course. Gets to go home (the Archives), get settled in, get used to his new normal. Make some huffy comments about how annoying it is that he still gets sick; six months sleeping and he’s STILL always tired, etc. etc. Maybe Beholding has to connect the dots for him, but I like to think he starts to figure it out for himself. Irritation turns to fear turns to horror. Because someone did this to him. Someone did this to him while he was helpless and vulnerable and unable to stop it. And he doesn’t know who.
Beholding won’t tell him who it is, either. Not when he spends his time paranoid and fearful again. Not when having the information would be less frightening than not. Eventually, he’ll be powerful enough to know, but not now.
Maybe it gives him the memory of his rapist’s experience, though. How his tight wet cunt felt on their cock. How wonderful it was. How he came on their fingers, and then again when they fucked him. How sometimes they liked playing with him until he came again and again and again. Enjoying his pliant body, gratified by how responsive he was to their touch. Beholding forcing his own rapist’s pleasure on him until he cums without even touching himself, crying from this additional violation.
Beholding won’t tell him who it is, either. Not when he spends his time paranoid and fearful again. Not when having the information would be less frightening than not. Eventually, he’ll be powerful enough to know, but not now.
Maybe it gives him the memory of his rapist’s experience, though. How his tight wet cunt felt on their cock. How wonderful it was. How he came on their fingers, and then again when they fucked him. How sometimes they liked playing with him until he came again and again and again. Enjoying his pliant body, gratified by how responsive he was to their touch. Beholding forcing his own rapist’s pleasure on him until he cums without even touching himself, crying from this additional violation.
Enjoy a very contrived porn scenario I’m now imagining:
Elias feels bad for Jon, of course, and is feeling more than a little possessive as well. Makes Jon an offer. Information about the identity of their rapist, perhaps even Elias’ help in somehow punishing them. But Jon has to get rid of the pregnancy, and he has to let Elias breed him instead (and he has to be drugged, of course. Just so he can’t use his powers :))
At this point I’m generally pretty confident that people don’t mind or even enjoy it when I’m a Weird Pervert Freak on main (er. Well, side, I suppose), but sometimes I’m like damn. Maybe this one is too far.
people will see a fandom thing and be like “why isn’t this a fanfic” “why is there no fanfic about this” my brother in christ, because you’re not writing it
Sasha seeing monster Jon in heat…thighs covered in his own slick…eyes all foggy and searching for anything to sate the unending Hunger and Need. Whiny and grabbing at her and trying to grind his achy cunt all over her thighs…hgnfnhf
Look non-apocalypse MonsterJon is just the creature that lives in the Archives that everyone is scared of. No one goes down there, but if you put a request into the box by the door your statement will be in the outbox within 4-5 business days.
Sasha being, queen of no self preservation that she is, going down there to investigate. Jon seeing a new human and just following her through the Archive like a very weird shadow. Sasha finally decides there nothing down here and turns to leave and there’s just a monster behind her. She screams, it screams, and the two are just standing there screaming for a moment before Sasha stops, and actually looks at it.
The creature just staring at her with big sad eyes because he did not mean to scare her Jonah is just very bad at socializing his pet. Sasha deciding that she is going to touch the neck floof if it kills her.
Jonah coming down like an hour later, he was at home okay even he can’t make London traffic disappear, to find Sasha tucked into one of Jon’s extra arms as he shows her his filing system. Sasha has one hand buried in his neck floof because it is so fucking soft while she offers him some tips.
Jonah just sighing and getting the non-disclosure agreement and job transfer forms ready.
Sasha becoming the new archival assistant because the monster in the basement was just like mine now.
Sasha giving Jon lots of cuddles because she has never seen anything so touch-starved. Her complaining at Jonah because clearly he hasn’t been properly taking care of Jon. Jonah glaring at Jon because that is a lie, Jon is just a needy little monster, and Jon just wagging his tail.
I like the idea that this MonsterJon doesn’t really talk, finds it easier to just let others assume things, other than Jonah of course who can just read his mind. He’s got so much expressiveness between his tail and the rest of him that Sasha can pretty much determine what he’s trying to tell her. He can purr though which Sasha finds out one day when she’s sorting with Jon half-curled around her, and she stroking his floof and it sounds like a heavy static rumble. She’s concerned at first but realizes that’s him purring when she goes back to petting him.
Sasha having a bit of a crisis when she’s realizes shes attracted to the odd dragon-moth monster. Jon just being very cute, and Sasha’s brain just offering her all the things the affectionate monster would let her do. Possibly Jonah is slipping a few of those thoughts in because while he doesn’t really like sharing Jon, he has managed to actually get some work done since Sasha started, and maybe Jon just needed more attention. Jon is a very needy monster.
Sasha feeling bad and being a little less physically affectionate with Jon until he just rolls onto his back showing off and whining. Sasha getting the hint pretty quickly after that.
Sasha beginning to bond with this strange monster. Rapidly learning he seems to be able to understand her, to be rather smart even. He seems to be able to talk , at least through tape recorders, but doesn’t like to. It’s uncomfortable and “confusing”, apparently. She doesn’t ask him to talk after that. Jon likes her a lot more for it. Jonah knew he wasn’t letting her go after that. Especially not when he found them with Jon’s head rested on her lap, purring happily. Chirped for Jonah to come pet him too, because his hands are free, what’s stopping him?
Sasha bringing him new books. He seems to like them. He especially likes when he gets new statements, and he likes when Sashas the one who delivers them. Happily cuddling her for a while as a thank you. The archivist is scary, yes, but hes…sweet. Loving. She thinks he’s lonely. Not leaving the institute might be doing a number on him, but where else could he go? She brings him food. He hesitates. He doesn’t know if he can eat it anymore, though he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t like talking. It’s confusing. It gets misinterpreted. And Sasha seems okay with him being fully a monster. It soothes him.
She doesn’t know what to do the first time she sees him in heat. She knows what she’d LIKE to do, but she thinks maybe she is a little horrible for it. She really shouldn’t. He rolls over, and he’s soaking wet and so so hard and chirping so loud. His belly fur is so soft and his tits are displayed. Hesitantly, she reaches down and begins to stroke him, trying to see what feels good. Very nervous and a little guilty the whole time, but he keeps purring and trilling and wiggling his hips happily trying to get her fingers deeper. Jonah should show her how he likes to be touched, how he likes being talked to. Jon should get absolutely spoiled rotten during heat. Jonah should eat him out while Sasha tells him what a sweet little thing he is, acting all tough but soooo cute when he’s given enough attention. Jon should get to be all blissed out and needy given all the attention he could ever want <3 he deserves it. Jon should get to make Sasha cum a lot also because if he doesn’t he will actually explode into two million pieces.
Jonahs not very happy with having to share but…Sasha is alright, and maybe she can be useful. Jon would be very unhappy if he took her away, anyways. Which is annoying. But Jon still immediately starts wailing for Jonah to come over when he senses him nearby, so that’s not changing any time soon at least.
Also Sasha sort of forgetting that MonsterJon is in fact a monster and not a just a cute little pet. Something not welcome coming into the archives, Sasha without thinking trying to steps in front of Jon trying to protect him. Jon just gently pushing her to the side wrapping his tail protectively around her as the rest of him goes sharp baring his fangs, the soft fur of his neck spiking out as sharp as his claws. Suddenly in front of her is a dangerous predator, and Sasha is both terrified and absolutely fascinated, and a bit turned on.
Sasha watching Jon tear the creature apart, feasting on both the thing’s and Sasha’s fear. She wants to help, or run, but Jon’s tail is tight around her. Once the thing is dead, Jon taking a few moments to calm down, almost seeking to shrink a bit, though that’s more because his fur is no longer raised. Jon twisting back around to check over Sasha, making sure she’s not hurt in any way nuzzling her.
Jonah finally getting his ass down there to find Sasha streaked with the thing’s not quite blood where Jon was rubbing his face against her. Jonah getting hissed at by Jon, clearly upset that Jonah let something get this far into the institute. Jonah placating Jon petting his face, promising they’ll clean up the mess, don’t worry, but you should really let go of miss James.
Jon grumbling but letting Sasha out of his coils, Sasha having a bit of a crisis because yeah she found cute monster Jon adorable, but something about scary monster Jon was unbelievably hot. Jonah meeting Sasha’s eyes and just being mentally I know what you are.
Jon upset because both of them are not currently praising him for being a good boy, he nudged the dead thing toward the two like a cat bringing back a dead bird. Look how good he did, he is the best boy.
erotic vampire bites, magic ritual that feels Very Good to participants, multi-person fusion, mind-meld, sexy mitosis, consensual mindfuck, love-hivemind, being tfed into something or other, that sort of stuff
its hot
No literally because like nine times out of ten it’s hotter than actual sex
Gonna be so real whenever I read smut and a character says “come for me” I always think “but what if they didn’t??” Like not even in a horny way just in an anxious second-hand embarrassment kind of way. Like I’ll probably never have sex but imagine telling someone to orgasm and then they don’t. I would die.
Ok no but literally every time I read smut w/ trans Jon having unprotected vaginal sex I’m thinking about him getting knocked up by whoever is fucking him. Literally every time.
If I’m reading omegaverse and he’s in HEAT?? That man’s lucky if he’s getting knocked up with just ONE kid.
I think Jon is prey-coded in the way a small predator is. I don’t really know how to explain this. He’s anxious. There’s bigger predators out there and they’d eat him just as easily as they’d eat any other prey. But he’s hungry. And he has teeth. He’s not at the top of the food chain but he’s all too aware that he isn’t at the bottom, either. And sometimes, when he’s lucky, he’ll catch something bigger and meaner off guard, when it wasn’t expecting it, when it was weak, and suddenly his position in the food chain seems a lot more fluid.
Ok no but literally every time I read smut w/ trans Jon having unprotected vaginal sex I’m thinking about him getting knocked up by whoever is fucking him. Literally every time.
If I’m reading omegaverse and he’s in HEAT?? That man’s lucky if he’s getting knocked up with just ONE kid.
Just him getting pregnant and Sasha going through like the five stages of what the fuck, because oh god she did not know this was a possibility. Sasha’s archiving assistant job quickly becomes a, keep the needy pregnant monster happy job. Jonah helps but he’s now become accustomed to being allowed to get work done, so now it’s Sasha’s responsibility.
MonsterJon getting fucking mood swings, from needy baby to sad pathetic monster, to just bites everything. Luckily Jon doesn’t want to hurt her during any of these, but he has chewed through several items of furniture and Sasha’s hand keeps cramping from fingering Jon till he calms down.
Sasha doing her best to keep Jon in the Archives, because turns out the pregnant monster has decided to extend his territory to the whole Institute, specifically he seems intent on getting to Jonah’s office and dragging several things from there to his nest in the archive when he gets in a particular mood.
Sasha sending Jonah a very strongly worded email that her pay better increase or she’s letting Jon drag his fancy desk into the basement next time.
I think one day in S4 Jon has the thought, “what if I was Elias’ 24/7 free use sex toy,” and his sexual fantasies are never the same again.
It’s about Elias wanting him so badly he won’t let Jon say no, ever. It’s about him needing Jon close at all time, loving him so much that he decides to keep him forever. It’s about being freed from the burden of making choices (he can’t choose wrong if he can’t choose at all), it’s about everything he’s ever wanted happening without his permission in a way that nobody could blame him for. It’s about being loved in a way where he doesn’t have to do anything but perform Tasks satisfactorily, with no expectation of demonstrating affection or romance Correctly. It’s about sex that isn’t complicated because he doesn’t have to choose or know what to do because someone who knows better is making all the decisions for him. And he doesn’t know. He’s lucky if he’s managed to connect a handful of these dots, nevermind all of them. All he knows it that he feels guilty of how much he loves this fantasy, how much time he spends desperately fucking himself on his fingers and pretending that it’s Elias’ cock splitting him open, whimpering no no please dad stop as he cums.
Jon writhing around in heat soaking wet and pleading for his dad to come make him feel better because he knows he can hear him :(( he’ll be so good just please come take care of him he’s being so good just like he asked please he needs him. I’m really normal btw
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.
“Are you falling asleep pet?” Jon jolted awake from his slight daze at Elias words. He blinked up at Elias sliding his mouth off his cock from where he was kneeling between his legs. Jon could feel drool sliding down his chin to drip onto his slightly swollen tits.
I’m sorry,” Jon felt like all he did recently was apologize, Elias was probably so sick of hearing it. Jon was sorry, he wasn’t feeling up to anything. Jon was sorry, he couldn’t fit into the nice clothes Elias had bought him because his chest was swelling. Jon was sorry his grades had slipped he just couldn’t seem to concentrate. Just constant apologies, and now he couldn’t even stay awake long enough to suck Elias off.
“It’s alright Jon, I know I can only expect so much of you,” Jon couldn’t help but lean into his hand as it cupped his cheek. Jon just wanted to be good, to do what he was supposed to, to make Elias happy when he did so much for him. As Elias pulled his hand away Jon tried to follow scrambling awkwardly to his feet earning a chuckle from Elias.
“So helpless,” Elias shook his head wrapping his hands around Jon’s hips his hands warm and comforting. Jon let himself be pulled into his lap, resting his back against Elias’s chest. He could feel Elias’s cock resting against his back, still hard. One of Elias legs slotted between his grinding against his folds, Jon couldn’t resist trying to get more pressure. He tried to shift his hips but Elias held him still, and he whined his thoughts falling back into their sleepy haze.
“Such a little thing aren’t you? Not a thought in that pretty head.” Jon nodded, it was so much easier to just agree with Elias than it was trying to think. Jon let his head loll to the side, going limp, he could feel Elias stroking his stomach. It was still rather small, just the tiniest bump, though Elias did seem to keep buying him things that accentuated it. He let out a sleepy moan as Elias hands went to his chest squeezing his tits.
“Nothing yet I see,” Those words pierced the happy fog he was in enough to make him blush, trying to protest and only managing a small squeak. Elias ignored him, instead grabbing his hips and raising him up just enough to slide into him. Jon squirmed with a yelp, he was soaked but the stretch was always a lot, whimpering as he was lowered back down. He felt so full, his cunt clenching around Elias’s dick, he glanced back when Elias let go of his hips going back to kneading his chest.
“Go on Jon, you need to put in some effort too, hopefully better than your earlier attempts with your mouth.” Jon whimpered and did his best to raise his hips, barely moving up an inch, before sliding back down to the hilt.
“Pathetic, I suppose I’ll just have to help.” Jon could feel tears in the corners of his eyes, god here he was disappointing Elias again. He couldn’t even fuck himself correctly, Elias grabbed his hips again easily lifting him almost completely off before pulling him back down. Jon could only whine and squirm as he was used, like a toy. Jon couldn’t do anything but take it as his orgasm his him like a freight train, but Elias didn’t even pause even as his cunt clamped down hard.
“T-too much,” Jon gasped but Elias didn’t slow, pulling him down harder, making his tits bounce. Using him as his own personal fleshlight, seemingly not noticing as tears fell down his cheeks. Jon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride out the feeling, until Elias hilted himself inside Jon as he came tearing another orgasm out of Jon as well. Jon could feel Elias buried his teeth in his neck, just above his collar, Jon couldn’t hold back a small scream before going limp again.
“Such a good toy,” Jon protested weakly as Elias gave a lazy thrust, though he wasn’t yet hard again, which Jon was thankful for, he didn’t think he was ready to go again just yet. “My perfect whore, just here to look pretty and be used.”
Jon wanted to say something, to defend himself but all that came out was a quiet whimper. Because well…wasn’t Elias right? Would he have anything without Elias? He wouldn’t have a home, or be able to attend school, or even have clothes, Elias paid for all of that. No the only thing Jon was good for was what Elias said, Jon couldn’t help a small sob making its way out of his mouth.
“Shh, it’s alright, you’re still mine,” Jon felt more sobs bubble up, but also warmth pooling in his chest, because despite everything Elias still wanted him.
