Look. With all the shit Jon goes through in canon he should at LEAST get to have a weird fauxcest situationship with his boss throughout, okay. If he has to go through the horrors daily he can at least get called Elias’ wonderful son about it. Okay.
Well now I’m gonna be thinking about monster joncest forever now shit (positive)
They both had to be muzzled because they wouldn’t stop biting each other…Elias told them they could have them off when they can play nice all teasingly but they’re so needy and they want to mark and bite and breed breed breed and they’re both trying to claw each other’s muzzles off and chittering at each other demanding to be touched and felt up and why aren’t they inside already??? I’m. Really normal
So the thing is, I think I really am sex-averse or maybe even repulsed. Like I don’t think I could ever sit down and actually have sex with another living person. Ever.
Like. Ok. I enjoy getting off. And I like thinking about other people (Jon) having sex, but idea of actually touching another person is. Not very appealing. And another person touching me?? Repellent. I thought I was closer to neutral (curious but mostly disinterested) but actually I think I’m much more strongly opposed to the idea than I initially figured…
Jon going into heat in S4, holing up in Elias’ office, subvocals crying out for his dad. Whimpering and whining, so so needy. And of course eventually Peter finds him instead. So wet, begging for a knot. And really, how could he refuse a chance to claim Elias’ archivist for himself.
Someone else should find out about all of Jon’s fetishes against his will. I mean obviously Elias already knows (and is Into Them). But someone else should find out. Maybe Melanie stumbles across the tapes of jonelias having sex while looking for the murder evidence. Maybe somebody catches Jon masturbating in document storage in S4, or finds a tape of him murmuring while he touches himself. Maybe somebody spies on Elias fucking him, Jon’s tits bouncing with ever thrust, begging for his dad to breed him please he needs it please. And maybe they record it on their phones. Touch themselves to it. Spread rumors.
Or maybe that’s what Elias tells martin when he’s burning the statements. That his crush calls Elias “dad” in bed. Has always thought of him as a father figure. That he masturbates to the thought of Elias raping him, or of wetting himself in front of Elias, of being Elias’ beloved kept pet, his sex toy, his son, anything at all that means Elias might keep him forever. Only Elias can give him what he needs, and he’d never seek it from anyone else. He’ll always belong to Elias, who fucked him pregnant two nights ago, Jon begging for his dad’s cock.
I just. I just want Jon’s fetishes exposed without his knowledge or permission, ok?
Jon in heat, can’t stop touching himself. He’s so wet, so desperate, needs to cum so bad and it’s never enough. And soon enough he realizes that he needs to pee, but he’s got four fingers buried deep inside him and he’s so close please please please he just needs to cum first. And then he does and it feels so good but his body isn’t satisfied and soon enough he’s fucking up into his fingers again and whining and whimpering. And no matter how many tines he cums it’s not enough to satisfy him and he can’t stop until finally he cums, unable to hold his bladder anymore, letting out a stream of urine that floods the sheets beneath him. And he’s so ashamed but he’s still so desperate so he just keeps going, rutting into the piss-soaked sheets. Rubbing his slick and pee soaked cock, cumming again and again.
Jon in heat, can’t stop touching himself. He’s so wet, so desperate, needs to cum so bad and it’s never enough. And soon enough he realizes that he needs to pee, but he’s got four fingers buried deep inside him and he’s so close please please please he just needs to cum first. And then he does and it feels so good but his body isn’t satisfied and soon enough he’s fucking up into his fingers again and whining and whimpering. And no matter how many tines he cums it’s not enough to satisfy him and he can’t stop until finally he cums, unable to hold his bladder anymore, letting out a stream of urine that floods the sheets beneath him. And he’s so ashamed but he’s still so desperate so he just keeps going, rutting into the piss-soaked sheets. Rubbing his slick and pee soaked cock, cumming again and again.
Elias finds him eventually of course, humping a pillow that’s dripping with urine and slick. Mocks him. His desperate son, needs his father’s knot so bad he can’t even take care of himself. Peeing all over his nest and not even stopping. But it’s alright. His dad is here now. Can knot him and breed him just like he needs. Can bring him to the bathroom whenever he needs to go. Forcing him onto the toilet seat and watching to make sure he pisses, cleaning him up after, then breeding him against the bathroom sink.
Based on this post. Reblog and tag what you got on the wheel! In the event this breaches containment; I’m a monsterfucker so be warned that a good chunk of these reflect that.
I literally once had a dream about having a cocksheath. My dick was like 5-7 inches long unsheathed and about the width of my pinky finger. I miss it…..
Sugarbaby au where Elias decides to put a more permanent mark on Jon than his collar. Jon trying to argue that he really shouldn’t be getting a tattoo, but Elias just talking over him, telling him that it would make Elias so happy. Jon finally agreeing because maybe it means Elias really will keep him.
Well. Um. I can’t lie. It’s been a hot minute since I got this one. I hope you don’t mind too much. Honestly it fought me like HELL, took ages until I finally settled on a concept, and when I did… well…. it came out to 1.2k words. If nothing else, I hope it makes up for the delay?
Honestly might expand this one a bit and post it to ao3 later… I’m a little proud.
So, the prompt did end up being a bit of a throwaway line in the third paragraph… but it’s there! And that counts I think.
Ok, anyway… warnings:
Mind manipulation (Elias inserts fantasies and thoughts into Jon’s head to deliberately make him horny)
Noncon (aside from not having consent for the above, Elias specifically gives Jon a rape fantasy)
Spying/voyeurism (Elias watches Jon masturbate, and has done so previously without his knowledge or consent)
Creepiness (Elias is, much like myself, a weird little freak about Jon <3)
Gender dysphoria (implied) (Elias alludes to experiencing it previously)
Let me know if I missed anything! But anyway, without further ado: fic under the cut!
It really is quite charming, Jon’s little crush.
Well, “crush,” might be a bit of a misnomer, really. Fixation might be a better term, an obsession born from admiration, aesthetic attraction, and a not insignificant amount of “daddy issues,” to borrow a term he’s heard from the younger staff.
Post intervention je sex. Jon still calming down but so so guilty and lonely and distraught. Jon burying his face in Elias’ chest, warm and steady and comforting. Weeping quietly, trembling, because he could’ve lost this. Bonus points if this is in the intern au. Elias murmuring he knows. It’s alright. He won’t let him go that far again. He just needs his father to keep him in line. Elias should punish him harshly while being so sweet and mocking. Jon should be in tears and so ashamed and pleading for his forgiveness like he’ll die without it. All his pent up emotions rushing out because he just wants to trust his dad he misses trusting his dad he’s scared he’s so scared and he just wants to feel safe. Jon all bruised up and trembling…hfnfh
Thinking about joncon gang rape. Warning for omegaverse-typical sexism, victim blaming, forced arousal and orgasm, forced pregnancy, mindbreak. Just. Jon having a really unpleasant time and also cumming buckets. Thoughts under the cut.
Jon with unpredictable heats. Heats that start when he doesn’t expect them. Not noticing that he’s in heat until he’s already been at the institute for an hour. It’s fine. Though. He can push through. His scent blockers are strong, and he’s not inclined to seek out alphas (or anyone) for relief. He can get through this. Nobody will notice.
But they do.
Another alpha researcher smelling Jon under the blockers. Wanting to put that stuffy little cunt in his place. Show him what he’s good for. Announcing it to the whole rest of the room (mostly alphas, maybe a few betas). Pulling Jon’s back to his chest and kicking his legs apart. Jon is flustered, shocked, furious (terrified), but there’s this awful stupid part of him that likes it. Omega instincts rearing their head, demanding he submit to the half-hard cock he can feel pressing against his ass.
The alpha pulling his pants down, showing them all how wet he is. And of course Jon tries to fight, but their alpha pheromones are clouding his mind, their threatening growl making him gush. He can’t do anything as they begin to play with his folds and cock. Begs them to stop when they bend him over the desk. The other researchers are watching. They’ve been working so hard, and Jon is such a stuck up, frigid bitch, and besides he’s in heat. It’s not rape if the omega was in heat. He was asking for it, showing up to work, stinking of the need to be bred.
Jon’s never been penetrated before, knows the thought repels him. But as much as his mind hates the intrusion of the first alpha’s cock his body is eager for it. Already presenting without him even noticing, wet enough to take a huge alpha dick with bo prep whatsoever. He’s used brutally, roughly, his alpha coworker utterly uninterested in making it good for Jon, but they don’t even have to. Jon’s cunt welcomes the intrusion easily, clenches down on it, every drag across his walls bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Another alpha steps up, unzipping their pants, thrusting into Jon’s mouth with no warning and he moans like a slit at the taste and the feeling, gripping the cock breeding him tightly.
He cums when he feels the first stretch of their knot, whimpering please please please, not even sure what he’s asking for. And then it locks inside him, pumps his fertile womb full of alpha seed, and he hates that he’s already cumming again.
“See? He’s a cockwhore just like the rest of them.”
The alpha using his mouth cums too, and he desperately drinks down every drop, unable to resist.
He’s passed around the rest of the workday, every alpha in the department (and several of the betas) taking turns using his holes. And the worst part is how good each violation feels, how he wants more. His body doesn’t care that he never wanted this, hates it. It just wants orgasms, just wants to be bred. He can’t stop his hips from fucking back onto every invading cock, moaning and pleading and cumming again and again and again. By midafternoon he’s been thoroughly broken, all they have to do is lie there while he rides them until they cum inside, begging them to use his cunt because he needs their cum where it can breed him. And he hates every moment of it, dignity torn away with every greedy thrust, but he just can’t control himself. He needs this, his body is demanding it and it’s not listening to him anymore. When they’re finally done they dump him in a heap on his desk, covered with the cum of his coworkers. He’s begging them to come back, to take him home and breed him more, but they all just laugh and mock him, filming him. He keeps going, masturbating on his desk as they watch and jeer and record him. Finally they leave him alone, thoroughly broken, well-bred, sure to be carrying a litter by the end of his heat.
Eventually Jon does make it home (although perhaps a janitor also takes a turn. And maybe a few strangers on the tube…) and is able to ride out the rest of his heat, fantasizing about being used and raped by his alpha coworkers, cumming to the thought of their knots.
When his heat is over, maybe he’ll try and file a report that goes nowhere. Maybe he’ll try looking for plan B (although perhaps he can’t get any without approval from his alpha). But maybe it’s too late, and he knows he’s been bred up with a litter, pregnant to god knows how many of his coworkers. He’ll never be able to look them in the eye, to trust them, not after this.
And maybe he’ll get a few emails from unknown accounts, footage of his limp body being passed around and used while he begs and whines. And maybe in the dead of night he’ll watch it over and over, squirming with horror even as his hand drifts towards his soaking briefs….
I really do think that like. Basically everything that really truly appeals to me is something I find viscerally terrifying or unappealing. Like just plain horrific. EXCEPT for piss.
I really do think that like. Basically everything that really truly appeals to me is something I find viscerally terrifying or unappealing. Like just plain horrific. EXCEPT for piss.
Like straight up it’s just:
Thing that horrifies and repels me. Often focused on the violation, a body betraying it’s owner. (Forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, etc.) The sort of thing where even reading about it happening to another (real) person is deeply upsetting and harrowing.
elias should get jon clothes that are too big in an endearing way. that drown him a little bit. make him look so young next to elias—Jon, drowning in an overlarge cosy sweater (that maybe elias sprayed his cologne on, maybe jon is burying his face in it a bit to smell it) where elias is in well-fitted clothes, smiling indulgently.
OH??? MY GOD???? How do you have this many good ideas. I’m eating this. Make him feel a little smaller. A little more fragile compared to him when he rests his hand on his back, looking so much more put together than he is. Ruffling his hair and him grumbling a little hiding in the too big hood, wanting to hide away in the soft warm comforting darkness while elias takes care of him. Jon all comfortable and looking so much smaller, so much easier to break, as Elias eats him out. Surrounded by his scent and his comforting, grounding touches and his eyes never leaving him for a moment, he can’t escape the feeling all his attention is on him even with his eyes closed, just whining so loud and trying to grind into his face completely surrounded feeling so helpless and little and easy. I’m. Really normal. I think Jon likes feeling smaller than him and like he’s being spoiled as a reward for being sooo smart and special, yk? He likes feeling like. You know. His son, that he’s spoiling and adoring and tending to his every want. Am I going to be shot and killed for this. Let’s find out
Hate when people try to go “the je age gap isn’t that weird.’ Personally i think it should be weirder. I think we should add some weird subtext. I think Jon should be very aware of the weird subtext and feel like a terrible person for it. They should both be getting off on the weird subtext.
Y’know what I think Jon might like somnophilia from both ends.
Just. Getting to enjoy someone else’s body. No fuss, no awkwardness. No having to worry about their pleasure. Just grinding against someone until he finds release. Fucking into them with a strap until he cums. Whining softly as he rides their cock. No worries about embarrassing himself. About reciprocation. About anything more complicated than feeling good, enjoying the ability to touch without restraint.
Of course he likes the reverse, too. Getting to please someone else, letting himself be used. Don’t need to worry about making them feel good, about doing a good job, about being enough. Only knowing he’s been used when he wakes up to the taste of slick or cum in his mouth, on his skin. To cum leaking from one of his holes. His agency stripped from him, lying back helpless and oblivious as somebody else helps themselves to his body.
And he worries about it endlessly. Does it make him a bad person to fantasize about these things? Does he want to hurt people? Is he somehow cruel or dangerous? Is he fetishizing other people’s abuse? The guilt and the shame come creeping every time he thinks about sex (which only makes it appeal more, really. Nobody to see, nobody to know. Unless he’s the victim, of course. Blameless, unable to fight back against a violation he didn’t know was happening). Either way, it’s never enough to turn his mind away from the concept when he touches himself.
Elias should help Jon explore this I think <3
Especially the first aspect. Telling Jon it’s ok, he understands. Fond, a little condescending too. Sometimes Jon just needs his father’s cock, his cum, and who is he to deny his darling boy? Jon can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t wake him.
He won’t let Jon refuse but Jon tells himself that he won’t. That it would be wrong even with Elias’ permission. He shouldn’t. But then one night he wakes from a dream, aroused, rutting into Elias’ leg as he sleeps. And he hates himself for it but he’s so turned on and he just keeps going, humping Elias’ thigh until he cums in his briefs. And it felt so good and it’s still not enough. He’s whimpering and climbing into Elias’ lap, shakily pulling his cock out of his underwear, so anxious and afraid and so so wet. So needy. He knows he should at least get a condom but he doesn’t want to stop. Can’t stop himself. He just wants this so bad. Needs Elias inside him as soon as possible. Sinking down slowly onto his cock with a soft little whimper. Rolling his hips forward, trying to stifle his moans and cries. He’s slumped forwards onto Elias, whispering “please please please” as he keeps going. He cums again and it’s still not enough. Not with Elias soft and sleeping under him, cock still hard inside of him, buried to the hilt. He keeps going rocking back and forth until he brings himself to yet another orgasm, barely even noticing as the clenching of his walls causes Elias to finish inside of him.
When he’s done he slinks back. He needs to clean Elias up, needs to hide the evidence of what he did (Elias said it was ok, said he wanted Jon to do this) (Jon still feels so guilty). But he can’t get up to get tissues, not without the risk of disturbing Elias. That’s why he has to take Elias’ limp cock in his mouth, gently sucking on it while he rubs his clit. That’s why he has to lick it clean as he cums with a soft little gasp. Finally fully sated, Jon crawls back up the bed and curls himself in Elias’ arms, trying to pretend he didn’t just have some of the most satisfying orgasms of his life.
And it’s going to happen again, and again, and again. Each time Jon tries to pretend is the last time, but it feels so good that he always succumbs to his libido in the end, aching for Elias’ cock. It’ll only get worse when the symptoms start, when he realizes that he’s pregnant. They were being so safe otherwise, but during those dark, quiet hours where Jon uses Elias’ sleeping body he rarely remembers, can’t tear himself away even when he does. He knows how he got pregnant, just like he knows that in a few nights he’s going to stretch himself out and fuck himself on his lover’s cock while he sleeps peacefully beneath him….
Elias should punish him for this btw. He had really thought Jon knew better. Hadn’t Elias taught him to use a condom properly? But he really should’ve known, shouldn’t he, his son is such a greedy thing after all.
He should put Jon in a chastity belt. Elias’ body is a privilege, and cumming is a privilege, and if Jon can’t be responsible with the former then maybe he doesn’t deserve the latter. From now on he needs to ask for permission to touch himself. Needs to tell Elias exactly what he wants, needs Elias there to supervise him. And it’s sooo demeaning and humiliating and Jon can’t admit it even to himself but he LOVES it. It turns him on so much. Elias stern, paternal, punishing his son for being so greedy and careless that he got himself pregnant on his father’s cock…..
Thinking about free-use but not by choice Jon again. The contract works on others, except Elias and the various Avatars he lets use Jon, where they see the whole thing as perfectly normal.
Of course Jon is there for stress relief, no matter what he says. Everyone at the Institute is allowed his mouth and ass, his pussy is of course only for Elias’s use.
Jon knowing this isn’t normal, but unable to ask for help because everyone else is either affected or doesn’t care.
Jon blacking out the first time he tries to stay home from work only to find himself walking in the front doors of the Institute. He learns not to wear any clothes he cares about because whatever he wears is often torn open or off to show off his tits, cunt and ass.
Elias offering to drive him home, considering his other option is to take the tube half naked he agrees. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when Elias doesn’t even need to ask where he lives. Elias fucking him in the back seat before he leaves, Jon crying and begging him to stop but he can’t really fight back. Offering Jon a jacket to cover himself so no one in his building will see anything, but only after agreeing to wear the plug Elias slips into his pussy, to keep his nice and filled.
Jon collapsing once he gets inside curling up on the couch to cry, but knowing he has to go back tomorrow.
Godddd. Je forcemasc. Holding him down as he applies t gel, even as he squirms and says he’s probably not a boy, this is a waste of time. Elias teaching him how to shave. Elias teaching him him how to apply t gel or take t shots himself, but sometimes he comes to him anyway. Sometimes the feeling no, what if I’m not a boy at all is too strong. Sometimes he needs to be forced. Held down and told no, I know you, I know you need this. Sometimes he needs to fight against what he wants and to lose. Yknow. I’m thinking.
Godddd. Je forcemasc. Holding him down as he applies t gel, even as he squirms and says he’s probably not a boy, this is a waste of time. Elias teaching him how to shave. Elias teaching him him how to apply t gel or take t shots himself, but sometimes he comes to him anyway. Sometimes the feeling no, what if I’m not a boy at all is too strong. Sometimes he needs to be forced. Held down and told no, I know you, I know you need this. Sometimes he needs to fight against what he wants and to lose. Yknow. I’m thinking.
I love mindbreak. Characters (Jon) who desperately don’t want it, who hate it, being broken down completely.
Characters being fucked until they can’t even think, can only vaguely remember that once they wouldn’t have wanted this. That they didn’t like this. But it feels so good and they keep cumming and cumming and cumming and now all they care about is that they need more. That they want their attacker to keep going, keep plsasuring them. Characters (JON) fucked so thoroughly that they start begging for more, humping their rapist, riding them, needing another load inside of them, needing another orgasm.
I especially love the aftermath. Waking up and realizing what was done to them. Remembering how they fucked themselves on a cock they never wanted, how they begged to keep being fucked. How badly they wanted their rapist’s cum. Their baby. Maybe even seeing video/photographic proof of it. Masturbating to it because no matter how much they hate themselves for it seeing them degraded and used, turned into just another hole to be bred, being reminded of how it felt to be split open on cock, is making them desperate and aroused all over again.
I think during S2 while he’s stalking Elias Jon should catch him masturbating.
It was an accident, of course. This isn’t- this is NOT what Jon is looking for. But. But isn’t he curious? Doesn’t he want to know? Elias looks… distracted (he’s slowly stroking along the shaft. teasing himself. wants to take his time). Nobody has to know. Jon creeping closer to his window, watching Elias begin to stroke himself faster, fucking up into his fist. Jon wondering what he’s thinking about, if he does this often, what else he likes. Beginning to get wet. Pressing down on his crotch (he’s NOT going to masturbate to this. He’s not, he’s not some kind of creeping pervert- he’s just… (he is. oh god he is. fingers slipping down to caress his own cock. why is he doing this, what is wrong with him-)). Finally, Elias’ hips stutter, lose rhythm, and he cums into his hand. Jon follows over the edge only moments later, letting out a little gasp as he cums in his pants. No longer captivated by such a private, intimate display, no longer aroused, Jon has the space to feel guilty, ashamed. Did he really just do that? What is WRONG with him. Slinking off, throwing furtive glances around. Feeling guilty and awful and uncomfortably Seen all the way home…
Jon asking sooo quietly if Elias can call him his son again. Still not admitting that he’s not a girl that he’s never wanted to be a girl that the idea of being a man appeals to him so so much. This little fantasy he can only indulge here, in his fathers arms. Indulging in the idea of being his son. Of being like him. The thought makes him ache.
Tripping over himself to justify, that it’s just a fun fantasy, it’s nothing more than that. Elias putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing firmly. “You don’t have to explain. I already know.”
His eyes look through him. He looks like he knows something he doesn’t. It’s terrifying. It’s reassuring.
Elias tells him he’d make a beautiful boy. That he’s so handsome. That he’s the best son any man could ask for. Jon shakes and whimpers and wants so terribly he can hardly stand it. Drowning in the warmth of being his son. Of being his good boy.
He wants it so bad. And it’s getting harder and harder to say it’s just a fantasy. He thinks he already knows it’s not. He can’t say it. He’s praying Elias doesn’t make him say it. It might break him.
Initially filtered the “noncon” cause it made me uncomfortable but now I have it filtered because it’s fun. I see a post come across my dash tagged for “noncon” and pressing the “show” button is like opening up a little treat for myself <3
I think sometimes when Jon’s all hesitant about doing something Elias says “do you need me to make you.” I think sometimes jon wants something so bad it hurts and can’t ask for it. Anyways this is how I imagine they started the whole forcemasc/forcefem thing depending on your preference. If jon can’t let themself have this, that’s okay. Elias understands. He can give them whatever they need. This also applies to many other things but I’m on a forcemasc/forcefem kick today. Think about Jon quietly begging Elias to make them because they want it they need it so bad but they can’t believe it’s real. They can’t let themselves. They need their dad to make them. At least for now. Then it’s not them being selfish or doing something risky by themself. Then it’s just their dad looking after them. Giving them things they like. Making them feel better.
And its like. They’re not being stupid or bratty. They’re just scared. It’s okay. Their dad understands and loves them so much. Their dad can take care of it. He can handle it until they’re ready to admit it, and then he can help with that too, even when they have much more control over it. And when they need to give up that control, he’ll be there. Yknow??
Thinking about fauxcest breeding btw. Jon getting pregnant to his father. Trying to pretend the thought doesn’t turn him on. Elias taking care of his son when the pregnancy makes him weak or sick, bringing him food and drinks and statements, holding him so close. It’s a scary time but it’s ok because his dad is here, his dad loves him. And won’t Jon look so pretty, all round with Elias’ child?
And of course Elias is smitten and possessive. Likes dressing Jon in his clothes, especially as the pregnancy progresses and his swollen stomach becomes obvious even under Elias’ oversized shirts and sweaters. Elias ESPECIALLY likes when Jon is too big to be contained by them. Elias’ shirt unbuttoned to expose his soft, sensitive chest (perhaps leaking milk), Jon’s stomach round and bared for Elias to appreciate whenever he wishes. Asking Jon with a hand on his belly how his little sibling is doing while he kisses his son’s tits, laps up the little drops of milk, grinds his half-hard cock teasingly against Jon while he gasps and squirms as Elias begins to drink from him. So proud of his son, so tender, so loving. He’ll be a good parent, a good brother, and in the mean time as the pregnancy progresses he’ll only need his father more… <3
OHHH MY GOD yes!!! Him chiding him the whole time to stay still, he’s making a mess. Shivering at the coolness and clenching down so hard around him…being told he’s going to be such a pretty boy, look at him already. He should make it as weird as possible. It’s cold and feels funny. He can’t stop squirming. Elias likes to run his hands all over him, get everywhere he can’t reach by himself. And he likes to tease him to no end for how sensitive he is. Everywhere <3 He can never get away from all the sensations and feelings and everything so so overwhelming. It’s okay if he can’t sit still, Elias can hold him in place . They’ll both enjoy it. I’m. Really normal. This is definitely absolutely necessary to do when he applies t gel. Completely. The most necessary.
Ok see NOW prev post is making me think about Elias sneakily applying Jon’s t. Lying about what it is when Jon asks about the gel he’s rubbing onto Jon’s back (“it’s supposed to help you relax, just let me take care of you,”) or injecting him while he sleeps. Jon doesn’t know why his clit is growing, why he’s getting the barest suggestion of peach fuzz, why he needs to cum all the time now. He can’t bring himself to admit that he likes the changes, wants them. Elias running a hand along Jon’s slight stubble. “You look healthy to me. It’s just facial hair, and it looks very handsome on you.” Helping Jon out when he needs to cum. Sometimes he just goes up to Elias’ office and spends the rest of the day there, sitting on his cock while they both work, grinding down on it and touching himself to satisfy his near-constant arousal. No idea why his libido is suddenly spiking like this, why he suddenly needs to cum every handful of hours. Just that Elias says it’s ok. That Elias will always give him what he needs.
(That it feels something like having a father, sitting in Elias’ lap, cock buried deep inside of Jon, idly petting his hair while they both work. But that’s not something Jon can allow himself to think about…)
Maybe he got absolutely Railed. Fucked into the mattress, cumming again and again. Can’t even stand in the aftermath. Eyes sort of glassy and uncomprehending. (One of?) his partners says something to him and he just sort of stares and blinks at them cause he didn’t even hear. Nothing but static in his head every thought fucked away from him. Soooo sleepy and clueless and cute.
Elias eating him out on his desk or in a supply closet on an early institute morning. Edging Jon again and again until he finally lets Jon cum. Jon collapsing all boneless and spent onto the floor. Elias chuckling fondly as he helps him to his feet, needing to walk him down to the archives cause his legs are all jelly and Elias doesn’t trust he won’t go falling down the stairs.
Or darker, maybe. Someone forcing Jon to the ground, over the nearest surface, even down into his own bed. Mind going blank when they force their way inside him. Pleading no stop please even as he’s railed into the mattress. Them fucking him until all he can say is please please please, not even sure what he’s asking for anymore. Dimly aware that he hates this, that it’s wrong, but his body is reacting with pleasure. Cumming on a stranger’s invading fingers, their hard cock. Body feeling so much pleasure that he can’t focus on anything but how good the violation is. Dumped on the ground in a heap afterwards, cum leaking from his sore, used cunt as he stares up blearily at his rapist. Moving too slow to cover himself when they take a picture of his naked body. Legs trembling when he tries to stand up, not really thinking, falling back down to the ground again. Just lying there in a fucked-out stupor, all miserable and helpless and naked. Where anyone could do whatever they wanted to him and he wouldn’t even really be able to react….
Nipple clamps under Jon's clothes all day. Hurting so good. Distracting him. Maybe visible if his clothes are tight enough. Having them tightened partway through the day because he's gotten too used to them... he doesn't take them off because he's Good.
(Pair this with some rope under his clothes and that makes for an utterly needy pliant Jon, I suspect.)
He could take them off so easily. He doesn’t. Doesn’t even cross his mind. Squirming and panting quietly because it hurts and his whole body feels like it’s on fire and he can’t think straight, can hardly form a thought. Constantly distracted, straining against the ropes just to be reminded he can’t get out. He’s stuck. He’s caught and owned and he has a task and he’s going to do so good and he’s going to get rewarded and he’s not a person, not right now. Just something for Elias to watch and admire.
Goddd. Jon whimpering barely able to do anything sooo pliant <33 flushed and floating barely even aware of his surroundings. Only focused on being good. Eyes sooo hazy <3Quietly drowning in the knowledge he’s doing good. He’s not even struggling or making a scene because he’s good and he’s going to be so good all day, even though he’s so wet and he wants to just go and present himself and get fucked and be used :(( . I am thinking. I am putting this in my back pocket for later. I think Elias should torment Jon with shit under his clothes more often tbh. Vibrators. Tail plugs. A plug that keeps his cum inside actually would be very fun. Lots of cuts and bruises all over his chest, making sure he wears something that constantly presses against them. I’m thinking. I’m thinking about it
Jon getting fucked stupid <3 Jon unable to form a single thought other than being good and getting off <3 Jon barely understanding anything that’s happening just knowing it feels good and his partner sounds so proud of him and he likes it. He wants more? Ough. Jon being fucked stupid <333
Thinking about Jon under the effects of the camera again. Maybe another artifact that’s localized just to him so Jonah can play with him, a necklace or something. Yes Jonah loves his little Archive all full with knowledge, but he’s also so very pretty when he’s all emptied out.
Just empty headed and confused, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He can’t remember how he got here. He feels so good as he’s held down, as he’s filled, as he’s fucked. He wants to be filled the Archive is so empty, it’s not supposed to be. Jon passed around, maybe at a fundraiser, he’s the entertainment, but this way he can’t ask his nagging little questions. He’s just there to be used.
Jon left on the floor afterward, the Artifact slipping off him and all of it rushes back. It’s horrifying as he remembers begging telling everyone he was so empty. He tries to lie to himself that he didn’t enjoy it, but when the videotape is dropped off at his flat later, well he needs to confirm that it was real.
Thinking about the Elias forcing Jon to wear nipple clamps, ropes, vibrators or anything really to work. Jon trying so hard to be inconspicuous, but it’s hard when your all-seeing boss knows just when to click the vibrator higher, or walk past you and under the pretense of fixing your tie tug on the clamps on his nipples.
So of course others notice, and it becomes a thing of gossip. Everyone whispering about uptight Sims wearing those sorts of things to work. What a little slut. Maybe a few of them corner him, pull up his shirt to show off his puffy clamped nipples, or yank his pants down to show off how wet he is.
Maybe they use it as an invitation, taking pictures, and making Jon suck them off. Otherwise these photos are ending up posted on the bulletin board in research, or on the internet. Jon terrified, hoping maybe Elias will save him, he won’t, unless they go too far. He’s been watching his hand on his dick since they first started.
Jon going to Elias after, who comforts him, wipes away his tears. But also mentions that if Jon had been better at hiding it maybe it wouldn’t have happened.
Some omegaverse joncon Thoughts before I finally get up and start my day…
Jon going into heat, it hasn’t started yet but it will soon, trying to get home unnoticed. An alpha smelling him, following him, and he’s so distracted he doesn’t realize until it’s too late, until he’s opening his door and they’re pushing him inside. He tries to fight, slick dripping from his needy cunt as he shoves at them, yelling at them to stop, but it’s so easy for them to wrestle him to the ground. His hips instinctually lifting to present to them no matter how desperately he doesn’t want it. Being mounted by the alpha and fucked in the hallway. So desperate. It feels so so good and he HATES it. Whimpering. His scent making his pleasure obvious. He needs to cum and he’s so close but he CAN’T. Not until the alpha finally knots him. Pumps his womb full of cum.
He’s taken on every available surface. Against walls, on the couch, in his bed. Soon every thought but the need to be bred is fucked out of him. Eagerly humping his alpha, riding the knot he’s caught on, whining for another load. So eager to be used, to be fucked and knotted and bred. Finally his heat is ending and he’s beginning to come back to himself, unsure and afraid while his alpha forces him down and breeds him one last time before leaving.
Eventually Jon will be in his right mind. In an apartment that smells like his rapist’s desire and pleasure, the mingling scents from their matings. The bed stinking of needy omega, of alpha desire and semen, of well-bred omega. And no matter what he does the stench will linger for weeks. Waking him in the dead of night, aroused and empty, instincts crying for the alpha who forced themselves on him. Remembering how they mounted him while he ruts against his hand, cumming with a soft pleading whine that he hates himself for afterwards.
He’s not surprised to discover he’s pregnant. Disgusted in himself when some deep instinctual part of him purrs that his mate was so strong, able to keep up with his heat, to put a litter in him. He never wanted that. He hates what his heat turned him into, what his instincts seem to be clamoring for.
Thinks about je cnc fauxcest again…Jon having trouble cumming/getting off (I will die on this hill) while Elias is away and when Elias comes back they do a scene. Thinking. Elias chiding his son for not knowing how to get off without his fathers help,, saying he guess he has to show him. Even as jon begs and pleads no, wait, please, not there, don’t touch him. Elias seeing how wet he is and mocking him. He really is pent up, isn’t he? He’s a mess. He’s lucky his father is here to give him what he needs, whether he realizes it or not. Jon getting fucked until he’s all limp and whiny and glassy eyed, drugs sooo deep in his system he can barely think. Barely able to remember to act. That supposedly he didn’t want it when it just feels so good, and his father is taking such good care of him and holding him so close. Ruffling his hair and telling him next time he really should just call him. Hed be more than happy to show him what to do. No need to put up such a fuss about not being supposed to. Nobody has to know <3 and Jon’s buzzing with the thrill of it. Pressing into his chest and whining a little, squirming for more. Mumbling that that feels nice, all slurred and sleepy. Elias saying see? He told him. Its okay, he’s not mad. He knows he doesn’t know any better. Jon makes a happy little chirp and buries his face in his chest, enjoying the sensations and the words and the sweet hazy feeling.
We need more shit of Elias joking that he’s old enough to be jons father and jon experiencing every emotion at once over it and landing on I need to fuck him so bad it makes me look stupid
It starts all innocent. Young intern Jon (YES we’re going here again. I love power imbalance <3) being taken under Elias’ wing. And of course there are rumors. Middle-aged alpha in a position of power over a young handsome omega? Taking a special interest in him? But Elias mostly seems oddly paternal. The sort of pleased rumbles alphas normally make when they’re proud of their kid. Someone overhears Elias letting out a deep comforting purr to Jon when he was stressing over a case. (And then maybe it gets out that Jon is an orphan and oh, it’s just sort of sweet.)
Jon with an embarrassing crush on his handsome alpha boss. It didn’t start out that way, certainly. It was just… professional admiration. Respect. Feeling comforted by his warm alpha scent, his reassuring, rumbly subvocals. It feels a little like having a dad*. Firm and stern but kind and loving too. Someone to look up to. To seek praise from. But then… maybe a few wires get crossed, or maybe Jon’s instincts start to get the wrong idea, or maybe there’s just something fundamentally broken in him, because being near Elias starts to make him feel… different. His subvocals are still just as comforting and reassuring, but now they ignite heat in Jon’s groin. Jon finds himself leaning too close to him, taking too-long inhales of his woodsy alpha scent (and it does more than just soothe him, now). He tries to ignore the feelings for as long as he possibly can but they’re becoming more and more prominent. And the worst part is how deeply they’re tied to the idea of Elias as his dad. Elias will let out that proud parent purr when Jon does some particularly impressive work or makes a particularly interesting point during a conversation and Jon will find himself dripping wet. A warm, firm hand on his shoulder, a stern voice reprimanding him for getting into yet another argument with the other interns… it. Affects him.
It’s only a matter of time before he breaks, begins touching himself to the thought of Elias fucking him. What if Elias had to care for him through a heat and couldn’t resist? What if Elias pinned him to a desk and just took what he wanted? What if he did something wrong and Elias punished him, made him present for his father’s cock? And he hates himself afterwards every time, and during too. Can’t escape the feeling that someone, somewhere, is watching him whine for his dad while he fingers himself. That everyone else Knows what he thinks about in the privacy of his room, in the dark and dead of night.
But it’s fine. His feelings, wrong as they may be, are at least private. Nobody knows, certainly not Elias. And they’d never go anywhere, because Elias doesn’t reciprocate and, well, surely Jon has some self-restraint even if he did….
(He doesn’t. But you knew that already <3)
Jon at the tail end of pre-heat, needy and lonely. Late enough that almost everyone else has gone home. Seeking out his father’s warmth and presence. Elias is out of office (maybe in the bathroom, maybe checking in on one of the departments) but Jon’s always been allowed to stop by whenever he pleases. So he just curls up on the couch, breathes in Elias’ scent, grinds a little into the cushions before he can stop himself. Elias’ couch is going to smell like Jon’s arousal and pre-heat desperation but he can barely bring himself to care, the pressure is just what he needed.
Elias coming into the office, seeing Jon, inhaling his scent. Jon looking at him with wide frightened eyes even as his hips continue to move without his permission because it feels so good and he can’t stop himself and drowning in the smell of the alpha he has so many complicated feelings about is only making his heat happen faster… Elias stroking down his back, telling him it’s alright, he understands. “Take what you need, it’s alright…” letting out that soft alpha rumble parents make to soothe their children and that’s all it takes, Jon cumming in his pants with a whine.
Jon a little more lucid than before, embarrassed and mortified by what he’s done, ready to bolt, but Elias stops him (and the firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place, is reminding him far too much of his late-night fantasies, of being helpless before his dad, a hole for Elias’ pleasure…). He can’t let Jon go home alone like this. What kind of boss would he be? Jon nodding, caving, because Elias is warm and kind and paternal, and he smells so good, and a part of Jon that cannot be stifled by heat nor by shame just wants to make his dad proud.
And of course by the time they get to Elias’ house he’s has been trapped in a car with Jon’s heat-scent for a good few minutes. And maybe the arousal began to kick in again, maybe Jon began to palm his crotch. Maybe Elias had to tell him to touch himself. He knows how badly Jon needs it. He’s in heat, after all, and it’s perfectly natural. Jon barely has the presence of mind to ask why Elias isn’t driving him to his own room (I imagine he’d probably be staying in a cheap hotel for the week, being an 18 year old intern and all…) but Elias tells him that he just wants to take care of him. That he’s not sure Jon would be safe in a hotel by himself, where anyone could smell him, try to get into his room…
Elias showing Jon to a guest room, saying he’s going to get him a drink, but Jon grabs onto him and begs him to stay. Drinking in Elias’ scent, grinding on his leg…. and how is Elias meant to resist, when his son is begging so prettily? He did promise to take care of Jon, after all…
Guiding him to the bed, showing him how to present, mounting him. Letting out those soothing paternal alpha subvocals all the while (the ones that make Jon shudder and whine and clench). Soon they’re both lost to the heat, Elias knotting his son, Jon unable to reach orgasm until he feels Elias pumping him full of cum.
Elias keeps him well-fucked through the rest of the heat, breeding Jon whenever he needs it. Perhaps in a moment of lucidity Jon confesses that he’s never shared a heat with anyone before (maybe that he’s never fucked anyone at all, (certainly he’d be very inexperienced compared to Elias…)) and Jon purrs reassuringly. He’ll take care of Jon. Show him just what he needs, teach him how to enjoy sex, to enjoy a heat, just like any good father should (Jon, impaled on his cock, grinding down onto the knot lodged inside of him, cums again).
When the heat ends and Jon is fully in his right mind again he’ll feel awful, guilty. That his hormones took him out of his mind so badly he threw himself at his boss. That he let an alpha into his bed for a heat, and he’s almost certainly pregnant. That he feels so close to Elias, closer than before, still views him as his dad, despite everything they did together.
(BECAUSE of everything they did together…)
He’s pregnant. It’s almost guaranteed. Like he’s not just starting his academic career. Like he can afford to care for however many kids Elias bred him up with (and he must surely have a litter in him, with how much time they spent together… how many times Elias bred him full (his stomach is still a little distended from all the cum)). He’s panicking but it’s alright, his father is here, taking Jon into the cage of his arms. Pinning him down. Beginning to slowly thrust inside of Jon, letting out soothing subvocals all the while. Jon responding with the same chirps and chitters he’d used throughout his heat. Dad, please, I need you. Please I’m scared. I need you. I love you. I need you…
Just. Omegaverse fauxcest everyone.
*I do NOT have the brainpower to overthink omegaverse gender roles right now. It’d be more complicated than that but “he’s like a father to me” is the general gist of Jon’s feelings.
Like. Do you think Jon would be a little insane about Jonah being centuries older than him and still deciding he was interesting enough. Deciding to make him his son. Do you think he’d like it if Jonah said “you know, I never really understood the appeal of being a father, but…” While running a hand through jons hair, looking downright hungry. Do you think. Explodes
