Woooo!! I finished a fic! I wrote down words again!! And I can share them even!!!!
Okay, I’ll admit, the latter half Needs some editing But! I don’t care because I am Very Excited to be posting again <3
It’s. Um. It’s mostly very Soft and Fluffy? Despite being about Jonah fucking his dad? Idk how that happened, but it did. So. Anyway, this has been sitting half-finished for aaaaages, but today I finally felt up to writing and I decided I wanted to finish it <3 it may or may not be posted to ao3, depending on how confident I’m feeling.
So. Quick warnings:
Incest. It’s full on parent/child incest.
Omegaverse also. Just Because.
Jonah’s age is never explicitly stated and is up to audience interpretation.
Jon mentions being pregnant previously and having difficulties.
And that’s everything! I hope you enjoy <3
Jonah nuzzled into his father’s neck, sleepy and so very satisfied. The scent of their combined arousal was thick and heavy on his tongue, undercut with the soft, warm aroma of pregnant omega. He let himself purr with contentment, lazily rolling his hips in tiny circles, just enough to shift his knot where it was locked inside of Jon.
Jon’s breath stuttered for a moment, before he let out his own scratchy purrs. The hand resting on the small of Jonah’s sweat-slick back began to stroke up and down, slow and gentle. Safe and secure against his father’s breast, he felt so small, so comforted. It was a sort of vulnerability that he should’ve loathed. Would have, in anyone else’s arms. Even now, it was… disquieting.
Jonah reached a hand down, feeling for the slight swell of Jon’s stomach. Just a faint little bump for now, but soon Jonah knew Jon would grow round and full with his child. He allowed himself to give in to his instincts, head tilted up to rub his cheek against Jon’s scent glands, his purr a possessive rumble. This was his omega, his mate. Jon chuffed at him, indulgent and affectionate.
For all the quiet peace of the moment, curiosity was still building bright and indulgent within him. Had been nipping at him for days, really. An inheritance from Jon, and something his father often indulged. His voice was low and soft when he spoke, as if anything louder might shatter this fragile perfection. “What was it like? When you were pregnant with me?”
The hand his back stilled as Jon tensed beneath him. For a moment, Jonah wondered if that had been too far. Jon preferred to forget that it was his own son whom he was sleeping with. Rarely did he respond well to the reminder.
Then Jonah felt his father let out a sigh, relaxing beneath him and resuming his ministrations.
“It was… difficult. Especially in the beginning.” He said, soft and quiet. His comforting purr turned sharper, unhappy. “Terrible morning sickness. And I was exhausted all the time. Running myself ragged with finals and graduating and appointments and- well.” He trailed off, subvocals going silent. Jonah wished he wouldn’t quiet them like that. Wouldn’t try to hide himself from his son, his mate.
(One day, Jonah knew. He would see every soft, vulnerable part of Jon. Would know every corner of him so intimately that his father would never need to hide himself from Jonah, not ever again.)
Jonah let out a comforting chuff. Then, when Jon didn’t continue, “but it got easier? Later?”
Jon hummed, considering. “A little. Graduating helped. And the morning sickness got better. Although,” Jon’s scent bloomed with amusement, his voice tipping into something teasing and playful, “you gave me no end of trouble, once you were a little more grown.”
Jonah narrowed his eyes and nipped at his neck. Savored the breathy little gasp Jon made. “Excuse me?” He asked, voice dripping with mock irritation.
Jon trilled playfully. “You were very fussy,”
“I was not.” Jonah huffed.
“Oh yes.” And he knew Jon was grinning without even seeing it, could picture his expression perfectly. “Disagreed with almost everything I ate. And active too. You bruised my ribs with all your kicking, did you know that?”
“Lies,” he said, “lies and slander.” He nipped at Jon’s neck again, a little harder this time. Rolled his hips, Jon’s walls teasing his still-inflated knot. A smug, pleased growl rumbled in his throat when his father’s scent went warm and sweet with arousal.
“And,” Jon carried on, as if Jonah had said nothing, “you were constantly waking me up. Wiggling around and kicking in the early hours of the morning, not settling enough to let me sleep. Not to mention-”
Jonah didn’t even bother to respond to those accusations, just bit down on that soft, sensitive place beneath Jon’s ear. Jon moaned beneath him, cunt clenching teasingly on his knot. There was silence for a brief moment as Jon collected himself. When he spoke again, his voice was dry and arch and set fondness swelling in Jonah’s chest, so thick he could choke on it. “Oh? Is there something you want?”
Jonah considered for a moment, then nuzzled up against Jon’s neck. Kissed his way up the line of his jaw. “You,” he said, with an honest affection he could only muster in moments like these, safe and warm in his father’s arms, basking in the comforting solidity of his mate’s body under him.
Jon let out a helpless, joyful trill. “I- ah…”
Truly, Jonah never tired of hearing his father flustered and floundering, and few things were more satisfying than knowing he himself had caused it. He allowed himself to growl, possessive and loving. Ground down into Jon’s cunt until the air was once again heavy with the scent of their mingling desire.
“We- ah- we do need to make dinner soon, Jonah.” Jon gasped. But he was bending his neck, exposing all that soft, sensitive, well-marked skin to Jonah’s eyes and lips and tongue, and he could feel the little needy motions of his father’s hips as he tried to fuck himself on Jonah’s cock in shallow little thrusts.
“But not yet?” He teased, nibbling on Jon’s collarbone as he moved a hand down to pinch and press at his nipple, coaxing it into a stiff peak.
“I suppose-” he broke off into a moan as Jon sank his teeth into the place where shoulder and neck met, trembling at the hard press of Jonah’s teeth. “I suppose it can- can wait. For a little while.”
“Of course.” Jonah agreed, squeezing the soft handful of Jon’s breast. (Soon it would be full and heavy with milk to feed their child, and Jonah coulnd’t help but wonder what it would be like to nurse at his father’s chest again.) He could feel his knot deflating, just enough to let his thrusts go deeper, longer, hitting all those sensitive places inside of Jon.
It would be a miracle, really, if either of them managed to leave the bed at any point in the next hour.
Reverse incest AU Jon should wake up from a wet dream about being raped by his son feeling both horribly guilty and more turned on than he’s ever been in his life.
Reverse incest AU Jon should wake up from a wet dream about being raped by his son feeling both horribly guilty and more turned on than he’s ever been in his life.
He wants to be a good parent but he’s snippy and closed off and constantly busy with work and also he wants his son to cum inside him soso bad.
Jon’s throat has to be. Like. Extremely bitable right? Like soooooo vulnerable looking. Sensitive and soft and perfect for sinking lots and lots of teeth into. And you just know it would look so perfectly tempting and inviting when it’s all exposed for someone else’s teeth…..
We as a society need to talk more about the incestuous potential of Jongertrude.
Raising a boy who could end up being her successor or a sacrifice. Unsure of Jon’s usefulness and potential. Jon soso eager to please this woman who’s taken an interest in him and who knows so much but is also cagey and cold and distant. Feeling more like her student than her child (her ward. He can’t think of her as family. Knows that isn’t how he thinks of him). Yearning for her love and affection and attention and it starts manifesting in strange ways. Dreams that leave him warm and sick and restless. Guilty fantasies in the dark, a hand down his pants as he imagines what it would be like if she showed him what to do, how to touch himself. Or if she just pushed him down and took what she wanted. Just. It’s be terrible for Jon and sooooo much fun.
Woooo!! I finished a fic! I wrote down words again!! And I can share them even!!!!
Okay, I’ll admit, the latter half Needs some editing But! I don’t care because I am Very Excited to be posting again <3
It’s. Um. It’s mostly very Soft and Fluffy? Despite being about Jonah fucking his dad? Idk how that happened, but it did. So. Anyway, this has been sitting half-finished for aaaaages, but today I finally felt up to writing and I decided I wanted to finish it <3 it may or may not be posted to ao3, depending on how confident I’m feeling.
So. Quick warnings:
Incest. It’s full on parent/child incest.
Omegaverse also. Just Because.
Jonah’s age is never explicitly stated and is up to audience interpretation.
Jon mentions being pregnant previously and having difficulties.
“enthusiastic consent” “dubcon” “noncon” ???con where we’re both so neurotic and strange about vulnerability and emotional and physical expression that it’d take a crack team of philosophers to figure out whether anything about what we did together was consensual or even semiotically definable as sex
Jon who’s been feeling off and strange for a long time now, hates looking at himself in the mirror. Elias noticing his flagging energy and unhappiness and obvious discomfort and taking matters into his own hands. Starts slipping into Jon’s room at night to rub the t-gel onto his skin.
Jon beginning to feel… better when his voice deepens, when he starts growing stubble (he knows he should probably shave but… he just can’t bring himself to). But… his libido has been very strange, for some reason. Constantly demanding his attention. Jon finding himself with a hand down his pants at every available opportunity, sometimes for hours at a time.
I have no idea how Jon would get pregnant from topping but it should happen. He is fucking his dad with his strap just to be safe and oops. Pregnant anyway <3
Sorry, sorry, but manipulative hurt/comfort is fucking cocaine to me. The predatory aspect of it. The vulnerability—500% better if the hurt party knows they’re being manipulated and is past the point of caring. The juxtaposition of sweet and sharp flavours. Barkbarkbark
Evil and horrific that a Pervert Freak is being forced to write about “The Taylor Rule” and “Output Gaps” instead of Jonelias fucking nasty (incest style)
Finding a way to mention Jon’s bush in my S3 incest fanfiction because it is vitally important that readers know not only that Jon does not shave but that he has a full and thick bush.
Thinks abt Elias making Jon wear a skirt with no underwear so he can easily just grab him, push up the skirt, and fuck him at his leisure, and then Jon has to be extra careful cuz if someone catches the right angle, not only will they see he’s bare under the skirt, but also that he’s dripping with cum
Still thinking abt this so
(and I have an nsfw twitter now @ redsapples_art, explicit versions of these are up there 👀)
Ugh. I need to work on Assignments but consider: Jon wetting himself while Elias is spanking him.
Jon being called up to Elias’ office for a quick check-in about the state of the Archives. And he knows he needs the bathroom but he’s already running late and surely their meeting won’t be that long. Elias unhappy about being kept waiting, decides that maybe Jon needs to be disciplined. Ordering his son to remove his trousers and bend over his desk for a spanking. Jon tries to protest, but Elias just ups the punishment. Asks if he can at least use the bathroom first but Elias refuses. Surely he has enough self control to hold it in. Surely he can be a good boy for his father.
Jon presenting his ass to Elias, shouting with the first strike. Soon he’s moaning and crying out, shamefully wet as his father punishes him. Squirming with discomfort as his bladder gets mire and more insistent.
And the Elias shifts him. Pushes down on him so that the surface of the desk is pressing on his bladder. Jon tries to tell him to wait, stop, he can’t- but then Elias is telling him that if he can’t sit there and take it like a good boy he’d only be punished more, so Jon just tries so, so hard to hold it in.
Elias continues to hit him, Jon’s hips twitching in search of friction at every strike, gasping and sobbing and moaning. Elias praises him for how well he’s taking his punishment, how good he’s being, and Jon really is trying but then Elias strikes him especially hard and he just can’t help himself, urinating all over his father’s desk with a desperate moan.
And of course Elias is soooo disappointed in his son. Can he really not hold it in like a big boy? How could he be so irresponsible? Why didn’t he say anything? Jon’s face hot with humiliation as he stammers out apologies, pleas that he’ll do better.
And now I am. Torn.
On the one hand: Elias stepping back. Jon maybe a little hazy from the pleasure-pain of the spanking, so desperate to earn his father’s forgiveness, saying he’ll do anything…
Elias nodding. Telling Jon to get on his knees and clean it. Jon confused and unsure, saying he doesn’t have anything to clean it with, but Elias is unrelenting. Tells him that he does. Licks his lips. And Jon gets it, finally. Kneels and begins to lap up his pee, painstakingly cleaning the side of Elias’ desk while his father watches…
If he’s done a good enough job, then perhaps his dad will see fit to reward him. Will let Jon crawl under his desk, place his head on his father’s knee and slip his cock into Jon’s mouth. Jon drifting pleasantly, safe and secure under his dad’s watchful gaze.
But on the other hand: Elias forcing Jon to lay in a puddle of his own piss, skin glistening with urine as Elias continues to spank him. When he’s done he keeps Jon there, in the puddle, while he pulls out his own cock. Perhaps first he pisses all over Jon, but then he thrusts in without preparation and begins to ruthlessly fuck his son’s cunt. Every brutal thrust reigniting the sting from the spanking and pushing Jon’s body against the surface of the pee-soaked desk, Jon moaning and drooling as he’s pounded into. Moaning as he cums, slick and a little more pee gushing out of him to further make a mess of Elias’ desk as he swears and hilts himself in Jon, filling him with his seed.
Elias angry and disappointed in Jon for cumming without permission like that, when he’s supposed to be receiving punishment. Forcing Jon to lick the desk clean for him, but this time he won’t be rewarded with Elias’ cock in his mouth afterwards <3
I think it would be fun and enjoyable if Jon got a hysterectomy at some point before he became Archivist and then he got his healing factor and it just. Gave him a new one.
Uni student Jon being gently and lovingly guided through giving a blowjob by his professor, who is so caring and paternal and warm, praising Jon for being such a good boy for him…
I think if Elias raised Jon he wouldn’t necessarily put in the effort to keep the more mundane things private. If Jon was adopted his own sense of shame might (at first) cause him to try and respect his dad’s privacy anyway but eventually he would give in to curiosity. Which is to say, I think Jon should see his father peeing and it should be a formative sexual experience for him.
I think if Elias raised Jon he wouldn’t necessarily put in the effort to keep the more mundane things private. If Jon was adopted his own sense of shame might (at first) cause him to try and respect his dad’s privacy anyway but eventually he would give in to curiosity. Which is to say, I think Jon should see his father peeing and it should be a formative sexual experience for him.
He sees Elias holding his cock in his hand to aim the stream of urine and wonders what it would feel like in his hand. What it would look like without Elias’ hand in the way. What it would look like erect. How it feels for his father, to hold his cock while he pees. Watches the heavy stream and imagines Elias aiming it at him instead, or perhaps even emptying it inside of him. Elias responding to the sensation of his son watching him, having those fantasies, beginning to grow hard. Jon staring openly as Elias begins to pump his cock, the stream ends but he keeps going and he’s making all these soft gasps and Jon is so, so wet, and then he sees cum spurting as his father ejaculates into the toilet and Jon scurries away, face red and cunt dripping.
Maybe it’s the height of summer, Jon stripped down, having kicked off the blanket in his sleep, his stomach slightly swollen from pregnancy, or maybe he’s tucked in but the coverings have slipped down just enough to reveal his shoulder, the barest sliver of his chest…
I wish there was more stories where the reader was the monster… the idea of being the terror and the creature that stalks in but is tamed would simply put me out of my misery
Jon was just made to get pregnant from an impulsive one-night stand. Just. Purpose-built to fall into bed with someone else and slink out the door the next day, trying to put it behind him and not let it impact their existing relationship only to discover a few months later that he’s been bred <3. It would be so distressing for him! He’d be so upset and terrified and it would add a whole new layer of Complication to his life and relationship. Please, he was deigned for it you have to understand….
Jon getting absolutely railed over his desk in the evening. Stumbling to his feet after and limping a little, fucked out and smarting a lil from the pain, staggering over to the cot in doc storage because he knows he’s not making it home tonight. Maybe if they’re feeling nice his partner tucks him in after <3 or maybe they just leave him there, naked and sprawled on his desk.
I’m going to reblog shit I swear but for now. Thinking about jon getting drugged again. Thinking about jon so confused why he’s so wet and sleepy :(( touching himself mindlessly making a confused little noise when he cums…so out of it looking up at Elias with big pretty eyes not understanding why it’s so hard to think or why everything’s so big and sensitive grabbing at his dad because surely he knows surely he can make him feel even better. I need to be put down
I had been hoping to get in 200 words a day, but until my workload goes down I gotta put it on the backburner for a few days… but I do have a snippet for you all!
I just think Elias should get a chance to get dommed by his son for a bit, okay?
Warnings: incest, compulsion. Set in S3, possibly the night before the Unknowing?
Anyway, enjoy!!
“Dad,” he moans, hands fisted in Elias’ shirt, “please…”
“What do you need?” The words are so tender, breathed out softly against his lips, but Jon can see the thread of mockery woven into them. As if he didn’t know. As if Jon hadn’t been constantly, pathetically bleeding with it for his entire life. As if Elias hadn’t kissed him back. Fury bubbles up inside of him and he shoves at Elias, the heat in his gut burning brighter when Elias goes easily. He straddles him, hands on his chest pressing him down into the couch. He doesn’t miss the hunger in Elias’ eyes, the quickening of his breath. He grinds down against Elias’ crotch, his father’s cock already hard, and something about it winds Jon’s anger tighter, higher.
“What do you want?”
The compulsion slips from his mouth so easily, heavy with power. His father moans as they sink inside of him, eyes gratifyingly wide and hips lifting, seeking friction. Jon can taste his father’s fear, potent and tantalizing. He’s soaking now, cunt clenching, dripping with slick. He’d be ashamed if he had it in him to think of anything but Elias. His closeness. His weakness. His terror. It’s everything Jon has always wanted and not enough, not nearly enough. He watches, unblinking as Elias’ jaw works, trying desperately to keep the words inside. Jon licks his lips, leans closer, hungry. Elias shudders, mouth falling open as his resistance crumbles. “I want to be inside you,” he gasps hands grasping at Jon’s hips, his ass, shamelessly rutting against him even as his desires spill helplessly from his mouth. “I want you to keep me here and use my cock to pleasure yourself even after I’ve cum and I’m begging you to stop.” He takes in a deep, shaking breath. Composes himself, and Jon can feel his grip on his father loosening, compulsion just barley satisfied, enough for Elias to slip free.
Jon snarls, pressing down on him harder, opening his mouth to demand more, demand everything. To have his father’s fears and wants and plans and secrets unspooled and displayed for him to see and know. His mouth opens, readying to Ask, when Elias surges up and kisses him.
I shouldn’t be awake at 1 AM trying and failing to stretch this dumbass reflection to five pages. I should be sleeping. Or at the very least thinking about how gropable Jon is.
Read that sentence. Read it again. Really drill it into your skull. Internalize the idea until it cannot be removed from your brain.
Then stop making really annoying discourse posts on why this or that kink is WrongBad or how everyone with it is WrongBad and start caring more about how this person treats others outside of a consensual kink context. You’re allowed to hate a kink because of how much it resembles real life issues you suffer with, but other people are going to engage in it whether you like it or not and the only reasonable thing you can ask of them is to not involve you or anyone else who doesn’t want to be a part of it.
And before “three guesses on what kink OP has” if you don’t know me, you’re probably wrong and about to make yourself look like an ass by making assumptions. Go ahead, test your luck, I dare you.
#my somniphilia kink is feminism because it allows tired women to rest 😌
Actually this is the funniest response someone’s made while getting the point. everybody share why your kink is progressive and leftist.
Horrifically agonizing transformations my beloved <3<3<3<3<3
A shapeshifter’s first experience shapeshifting should always be painful, terrifying, and potentially fatal <3 it’s vital for their development. Bones twisting and cracking apart. Flesh turning in on itself. A new body ripping through the seams of the old one. When it’s done they should collapse, glassy eyed and panting, laying in a pool of their own blood (and maybe vomit also) before pulling themselves to their feet on week, trembling legs. That’s just how it works <3
And when it goes wrong they should shudder and convulse and helplessly hack up blood and plead for someone to help them but there’s nothing anyone can do and they’re twitching and writhing in pain as their body tries over and over to force them into one transformation or the other, until at last they go utterly still, broken, twisted body lying limp, caked in blood, caught somewhere between what they were and what they were trying to become, but unrecognizable as either form.
Horrifically agonizing transformations my beloved <3<3<3<3<3
A shapeshifter’s first experience shapeshifting should always be painful, terrifying, and potentially fatal <3 it’s vital for their development. Bones twisting and cracking apart. Flesh turning in on itself. A new body ripping through the seams of the old one. When it’s done they should collapse, glassy eyed and panting, laying in a pool of their own blood (and maybe vomit also) before pulling themselves to their feet on week, trembling legs. That’s just how it works <3
And when it goes wrong they should shudder and convulse and helplessly hack up blood and plead for someone to help them but there’s nothing anyone can do and they’re twitching and writhing in pain as their body tries over and over to force them into one transformation or the other, until at last they go utterly still, broken, twisted body lying limp, caked in blood, caught somewhere between what they were and what they were trying to become, but unrecognizable as either form.
I mean regardless of whether or not they survive the pleading is Important. Breaking down from the pain and begging to helpless onlookers who can’t even get close, because their body is so out of control that they’re at risk of hurting the shapeshifter or being hurt themselves and all they can do is sit and watch as bones creak and reshape and flesh shifts and protrudes and the shapeshifter screams and begs and bleeds from all the places their body is tearing itself open in.
The most painful thing anout Jon is how un-werewolfable he is. He should have agonizing, hellish transformations every month. He should have strange new instincts he struggles to reign in (bite Elias bite Elias bite Elias good mate yes bite Elias claim Elias make him yours-) and he should have this huge horrible secret he’s struggling to understand and also just when he thinks he finally has a handle on things he should go into heat.
The most painful thing anout Jon is how un-werewolfable he is. He should have agonizing, hellish transformations every month. He should have strange new instincts he struggles to reign in (bite Elias bite Elias bite Elias good mate yes bite Elias claim Elias make him yours-) and he should have this huge horrible secret he’s struggling to understand and also just when he thinks he finally has a handle on things he should go into heat.
Just. Just imagine it. Jon who has no frame of reference for any of this. Feeling an unexpected surge of not just arousal but sexual desire, for maybe the first time in his life. Confused and horrified and humiliated. Needing to call out of work because he’s so confused and distracted, helpless to do anything but touch himself all day. Maybe Elias swings by that evening, just to check on him, of course. Jon opening the door flushed and barely clothed and wide-eyed and Elias is right there and he smells so good and Jon just isn’t thinking anymore. Is dragging him in and tearing off his clothes and kissing him because his hormones are going wild and everything is new and strange and exciting and he just needs to be bred, to be filled with Elias’ litter, and-
Thinking about fledgling Jon again because it’s vampire hour thoughts.
Just Jon trying so hard not to feed, starving himself, until he’s just a animalistic little thing. Elias orchestrating a victim, by sending someone with a statement after the assistants have gone home, for his silly little fledgeling that refuses to eat normally. ‘No it’s fine we aren’t closed our Archivist often stays late it’s perfectly alright.’
Jon can’t stop himself, doesn’t even know what he’s done till all that’s left is meat that might once have been a body, blood dripping off every surface, he’s such a messy eater. Once he’s back to coherence frozen with guilt and horror, Elias goes to him. Jon curled up in his office as far from the mess he has made that he can get without leaving the room. Covered in blood, sobbing bloody tears because he tried so hard not to be a monster but he’s was so hungry.
Elias sighing and pulling his little fledgling close, the blood stains will be a pain to clean but not unexpected. Jon struggling at first, but Elias just holds him tighter until he goes limp. He’s so sleepy, after such a big meal, and now that the adrenaline is gone he’s starting to drift.
Jon unable to do anything more than whine as Elias strips him, squeezing his stomach, distended from overeating. Teasing him for his overindulgence, for how messy he is, but sounding delighted the entire time. Licking the blood off his skin, it’s not as good as fresh but it does make Jon moan so he supposes that’s good enough.
Elias fucking Jon over his desk, teasing that’s he’ll probably have to get a new one now, shame with how many good memories this one has.
The most painful thing anout Jon is how un-werewolfable he is. He should have agonizing, hellish transformations every month. He should have strange new instincts he struggles to reign in (bite Elias bite Elias bite Elias good mate yes bite Elias claim Elias make him yours-) and he should have this huge horrible secret he’s struggling to understand and also just when he thinks he finally has a handle on things he should go into heat.
Just. Just imagine it. Jon who has no frame of reference for any of this. Feeling an unexpected surge of not just arousal but sexual desire, for maybe the first time in his life. Confused and horrified and humiliated. Needing to call out of work because he’s so confused and distracted, helpless to do anything but touch himself all day. Maybe Elias swings by that evening, just to check on him, of course. Jon opening the door flushed and barely clothed and wide-eyed and Elias is right there and he smells so good and Jon just isn’t thinking anymore. Is dragging him in and tearing off his clothes and kissing him because his hormones are going wild and everything is new and strange and exciting and he just needs to be bred, to be filled with Elias’ litter, and-
i love when an author truly understands a character so well that they can just put said character in any situation and still have them act correctly. like yeah okay hes a cat cafe owner. hes a middle school teacher. hes a dog. and hes acting exactly how he would act if he was a dog.
Elias should get his son a nice little dog bed. It should be at the foot of his own bed so whenever Jon has a nightmare and needs to go to his father’s room for comfort he can just curl up in his little dog bed and be near his father <3
Sometimes I get too in my head with my writing. Especially about my smut. I reread every last word with the most critical of eyes and think, Ooh is that cringe? Will that be too graphic? Will this word or phrase take people out of the scene?
And then I read a book. A published, hardcover, NYT bestsellers list book and…
Did you get that?
Someone looked at this sentence (likely more than one someone, tbh) and was like, ‘Yeah. We’ll print that.’
So the moral of the story, my fellow heathen smut writers, is that we’re fine.
As a matter of fact, we’re actually fucking amazing.
Jon who’s had a phalloplasty but not the hysterectomy to go with it, so Elias just slices him open and then cuts a slit in Jon’s womb, fucking him through the new hole to make sure his sperm gets where it needs to <3
Vital and important to me that Jon is kind of a weirdo creep. I love it when he’s a freak pervert with no sense of boundaries. I think in S2 he watched Elias masturbate.
Vital and important to me that Jon is kind of a weirdo creep. I love it when he’s a freak pervert with no sense of boundaries. I think in S2 he watched Elias masturbate.
