Saw your post about the rape mod for sims unfortunately the only one I know is not compatible with ww but devious desires does cover most things ww does but it’s not compatible with either mccc or ww.
Yeah that’s what I found online…. might be worth it just for a short game tbh but for anything longer I don’t want to drop mccc or ww.
Quick little Jonpreg incest fic I cooked up this morning <3
Warnings for:
Incest (duh)
Dubious underage (Jon’s age is not directly stated but. There are Vibes.)
Pregnancy and lactation
Please do be warned I did Zero Editing on this. So ymmv re: quality.
Anyway I’m hungry and tired and I need lunch. Have fun with the fic!!
Elias felt a tugging on his sleeve. It was the middle of the afternoon, sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the dark wood of his desk. Really, he should be focusing. Next week’s schedule was hardly going to write itself. But-
Another tug. Elias looked down, a fond smile breaking out on his face when he saw Jon staring up at him, wide-eyed and pouting sweetly. He lingered for a few moments on the sight of Jon’s belly, heavy, swollen with the child his son was carrying. Jon’s gaze slipped away from him towards the floor, a shyness Elias hadn’t quite coaxed him out of. Ah, he thought, so that’s what this is about, then. Not that he was going to make it any easier on him.
He smiled, placid and expectant, waiting as Jon shuffled his feet, tried to get himself in order. “I…” he started. Trailed off. “I need you.”
Elias put his hand on Jon’s shoulder, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the soft cotton of his shirt. “Of course, darling,” he murmured, “whatever you need.”
Jon looked briefly, delightfully striken, as if Elias offering his help was somehow worse than him turning Jon away. He watched his tongue take a steadying breath, leaning in closer to his father. “I’m so- I feel full.”
It was to be expected, he supposed. The toy he had left in Jon’s home was rather large, and it was keeping quite a lot of Elias’ cum plugged up inside. But ordinarily he came to Elias when it wasn’t enough, when he needed his father’s touch, his lips, his cock.
Technically, he hadn’t actually asked for anything. But he had been very good, coming to his father for help when he needed it, and Elias supposed he could spare the time. He reached for Jon’s trousers, soft and stretchy to accommodate his changing body. He had barely begun to tug them down when Jon reached out to grab at his hand, stopping him. “Not… not there,” he said, licking his lips nervously. Instead, he began to slowly guide it upwards, placing it on-
Oh, Elias thought, mouth suddenly dry. I see.
Gently, he squeezed the round, soft breast in his had. Jon gasped, shuddering. His tits were wonderfully sensitive now, and his son made such delightful little noises when his chest was played with. But this- Elias had been waiting for this.
It took all his concentration to stand, to guide Jon out of his study and into Jon’s room. The building heat between his legs is demanding that Elias force him down onto the rough carpet and take what he wants, but he can’t afford to cede to it. Not now, not with Jon’s delicate condition, how difficult his first pregnancy has been on his young body. (And it is the first. Elias is going to have him just like this, again and again and again, even if he has to fuck another baby into his son himself.)
He laid Jon out on the dark green blanket and began to tug at his shirt, exposing long, gorgeous stretch marks painted across his heavy, swollen belly. He pushed it up further, revealing Jon’s chest. Then he paused, captivated briefly by the swell of his son’s tits, and the captivating trail of milk leaking from red, puffy looking nipples. “Jon,” he growled, hungry, anticipatory, predatory. Jon’s eyes were wide with fearful desire, but that was alright. He’d learned early on that Jon liked it best when Elias frightened him. What a perfect Archivist he will make.
“Please,” Jonathan gasped, and it was all the prompting he needed. He crawled across Jon’s supine body, one hand pinning him by the shoulder while the other groped one of his soft tender breasts. Tilting his head, Elias leaned in and began to suckle.
Jon’s milk was creamy and sweet and wonderful on his tongue, flowing easily into his mouth. Soon he was drinking greedily, barely pausing for breath, his world narrowed entirely to the soft tit in his hand, the taste of Jon’s milk as he nursed. Distantly, he was aware of his hips moving as he rutted against his son’s leg, sparks of pleasure lighting up along his length as he rubbed against the warm, solid shape beneath him. He could feel Jon’s own hips rolling up into nothing, seeking friction, a small leg hooking behind his thighs, trying to pull him closer. He shifted with thoughtless obedience, moving to press his knee against Jon’s cunt, heedless of the awkward angle.
Elias bit down on Jon’s nipple and groaned with pleasure as even more milk spurted into his mouth, swallowing eagerly. He moaned as Jon’s fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him into his chest. He could feel the vibrations of Jon’s desperate moans almost as much as he could hear them, high and wanton. The stream entering his mouth was slowing, thinning, even as Elias’ suckles got more and more desperate. Finally it stopped entirely, and Elias had to pull away with a sigh. He lapped greedily at the few droplets that had escaped him, tongue teasing over Jon’s sensitive areola.
Jon squirmed beneath him, hand still fisted in his hair as he tried to pull Elias to his other breast. “Please,” he moaned, “please, I need-“
Elias shushed him, warm and tender and so, so fond. “Of course, love,” he said, allowing himself to be guided to Jon’s other nipple. With a soft, pleasured sound he wrapped his lips around it and began again to nurse. Soon he was losing himself to the taste, the feel of his son’s milk flowing into his mouth, nibbling at the soft and sensitive flesh. His hips continued their motions as father and son rutted against each other. Pleasure and heat were still building in his groin, cresting inside of him, but that hardly mattered, not when Jon was so full still, his tits heavy with milk.
He barely noticed as he came, whining around the mouthful of milk as he spilled into his briefs, ecstasy flowing through his whole body. Distantly, he was aware of the trembling of Jon’s limbs as he continued to hump his father, his sweet little cry as he came with his cunt pressed to Elias’ knee and Elias’ tongue teasing his nipple. Jon’s body went utterly lax and pliant beneath him, even as the stream of milk slowed, then stopped.
Elias pulled back, panting as he tried to catch his breath even as he lapped at the milk trailing from Jon’s sore, abused nipple. Jonathan whined and writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the stimulation. Finally unable to drink down any more, Elias rolled over onto his side, reaching down to pull his son in against him. “There we are,” he murmured, gently petting his son’s hair, “all better now?”
Jon let out an embarrassed little noise into Elias’ chest, but he nodded, fingers curling into the cotton of his father’s shirt. Love welled in Elias’ chest. Warm and indulgent, he leaned down to press a kiss against the top of Jon’s head. “Sleep now,” he said. “You need your rest, you know.”
Jon shifted, nestled closer up against him. His mind was already drifting off, his body pulled towards sleep. And although he had a great many things to do, Elias allowed himself to close his eyes, and follow.
Prey will just crawl into your mouth and be confused when you’re not letting them out. Well I mean I said I would but like idk sometimes people lie lol.
If you let me out I would be upset. I’m staying in there whether or not you want me
Hate it when prey tempt me, and trace their tiny hands over my jaw. Poking and prodding at my body, listening as my stomach growls. They know it could be them. They’re thrilled. I have to hold back. They watch me drool and hunger, and it’s fun for them. But, eventually, I can’t help it. I give into my nature, I snap, and a thumb over my teeth soon vanishes down my throat, a person about half my size pleads and apologizes, before they’re swallowed down as well, and my stomach is made taut, it’s needs being met, and it shows it’s satisfaction with a low growl as my eyelids feel heavy. Finally, I get my satisfaction out of the ordeal, while they push and beg for my attention, call my name and tell me they’ll be digested if I keep them in there. I know it. It’s not my fault, they were the one who tempted fate with a predator.
Thinking about a big creature rubbing the tip of their cock between my legs while they purr so intensely that the rumbling from their body makes it feel like they’re using a vibrator on me. Making me cum on the tip a few times and then using our combined wetness to slip into my eager hole.
The vibrations only feel more intense with their fat cock pressing up against my walls and causes them to uncontrollably spasm, massaging the monster’s cock that’s sitting completely still until it unloads inside of me again and again—-as long as they keep purring, my hole will keep milking orgasms out of them without ever having to move.
Holy shit oh my god it’s so much vore. This is awesome thank you, yeah it probably would feel great AF to not have enough to eat and then escape and have a ton of incompetent food that runs around and squirms on the way down. And those dinos are so gentle with their teeth, I didn’t even see a single drop of blood in that entire video! I’m certain it would be excellent to be a dino snack
Just realized that this bigass mirror in my parents’ room (which has been there in my oldest memories of that room) is placed and sized perfectly for some awesome mirror sex. So consider the fascinating psychosexual implications of “mirror sex on your parents’ bed” as a scene! Especially if you add in “said parents are just downstairs, so you need to keep the sub you’re ravishing quiet as they watch themself be ruined, and make sure to clean up everything perfectly afterwards”
Now obviously Jon doesn’t have living parents, but luckily there are several aus which solve this problem for us:
Jon masturbating/having sex with someone else in his father (Elias’) bed, watching himself getting fucked in the mirror, unable to think about anything but how his father must be using the eyes of his reflection to watch his son have sex.
Elias taking Jon to meet his “parents,” and then taking Jon in their bed while they’re downstairs, watching himself breed Jon in the mirror. Works better if it’s og!Elias (who would Actually be related to/view them as his parents).
JonJonah au/time travel, where Jonah rails Jon with his strap in his parent’s room, watching himself fuck Jon in the mirror, enraptured.
Jongerry incest where they fuck on Mary’s bed, Gerry watching Jon’s strap sink deep inside of her in the mirror.
Same as the first but it’s Peter fucking Jon over Elias’ desk and it isn’t the same as Elias’ bed (and he isn’t Jon’s dad anyway) but it feels like it and he Knows Elias must be watching through the eyes of his reflection in the mirror and and and-
Now obviously Jon doesn’t have living parents, but luckily there are several aus which solve this problem for us:
Jon masturbating/having sex with someone else in his father (Elias’) bed, watching himself getting fucked in the mirror, unable to think about anything but how his father must be using the eyes of his reflection to watch his son have sex.
Elias taking Jon to meet his “parents,” and then taking Jon in their bed while they’re downstairs, watching himself breed Jon in the mirror. Works better if it’s og!Elias (who would Actually be related to/view them as his parents).
JonJonah au/time travel, where Jonah rails Jon with his strap in his parent’s room, watching himself fuck Jon in the mirror, enraptured.
Jongerry incest where they fuck on Mary’s bed, Gerry watching Jon’s strap sink deep inside of her in the mirror.
Same as the first but it’s Peter fucking Jon over Elias’ desk and it isn’t the same as Elias’ bed (and he isn’t Jon’s dad anyway) but it feels like it and he Knows Elias must be watching through the eyes of his reflection in the mirror and and and-
you must always think about a mentor figure exploiting the power imbalance with their mentee. and you must sexualise it as well. otherwise a gazillion hungry angels are going to hell
I’m always saying this but I’m saying it again anyway. If you’re interpreting “found family” as “they think of each other siblings/parents/children/etc.” please at least let them have fauxcest sex about it.
I’m always saying this but I’m saying it again anyway. If you’re interpreting “found family” as “they think of each other siblings/parents/children/etc.” please at least let them have fauxcest sex about it.
There’s a lot of criticism for mpreg and the like about how a lot of the time it seems almost like a punishment or like a way to degrade the character and I just want to say that sometimes that’s the point. Sometimes pregnancy in fiction is about the loss of autonomy, the dehumanization, the disconnect between one’s mind and one’s body, the pain and horror of being forced to be an incubator to something unwanted, even the physical pain and misery that pregnancy comes with.
Sometimes it’s all those things and it’s a kink too. They aren’t mutually exclusive. Some of us work through our shit by making it horny.
The Thing about Jon is that I just can’t see him as someone who would want kids or want to be a parent but I also desperately need him to get pregnant and then give birth and that would inevitably result in him Having Kids and Being A Parent
You are a warlock. Your patron is… unconventional.
As the adventuring party sees you emerge from the shadows, they have to take a moment. You’re panting, cheeks flushed, and your trousers have clearly been haphazardly put back on.
Hiding the plentiful amount of hickeys that riddle your body and trying your best to wipe off multiple different fluids you realise you might have to disclose…
That being of great unholy terror that can’t be witnessed by normal mortal eyes isn’t really your patron…
Jon should start wearing a packer to work and Elias should notice. Corner Jon that afternoon, maybe give him a little grope. Feel the bulge of his fake cock. And Jon should gasp and get flustered. And Elias should compliment him on his cock <3
Wrote some post-phalloplasty groping <3 it’s not even Remotely polished but I hope you enjoy regardless. Warning for Elias groping his employee/affair partner without asking for permission.
Verrrrry tentatively sliding one of my ao3 fics onto my main account, really hoping I don’t get in trouble for linking to a fic tagged for incest AND rape……
Reminder that political figures, abusers, bigots and general bad people aren’t “delusional”, “brain-dead”, “narcissistic” or “psychotic” for the horrible things they do.
They’re assholes. Or arrogant. Or power hungry. Or abusive. Or bigoted. Or heavily biased. Or criminals. Or violent. Or aggressive. Or out of touch. Or genocidal. Or any other descriptive word for what they’re doing that doesn’t make an already stigmatised symptom any more demonised.
dragon who is objectively gorgeous from a dragon standpoint and she’s trying to show off her body as a “look how sexy i am you should mate with me” thing but you just don’t understand any of it because you’re human
any other dragon would crawl through broken glass to mate with her. the problem is you’re not a dragon. when she rears up on her hindlegs and fans her wings out and roars at you, a primeval, chilly fear runs through your veins. when her muscular tail shatters boulders with each swing and her powerful horns uproot trees and her serrated claws dig deep furrows in the earth, it’s not attractive, it’s fucking terrifying becauseyour brain is suddenly, vividly remembering that you’re a prey animal
at last, foul wyrm! your reign of terror is over! prepare to be slain by my ha- wait what are you doing- hey wait. hey. don’t do that. hey. hold on. hey. hey stop. stop. don’t. h-hey! stop! that- that hurts! hey! stop~ s-stop~
Thinking about young Jon longing for a parental figure who would love him and guide him and believe him about Mr. Spider and even know all the answers to all the questions swirling about in his head. Thinking about him finding a book about Jonah Magnus, being fascinated by this strange, clever man, this long-dead occultist. And maybe sometimes when he’s bored and lonely and the children at school are bullying him and his grandmother doesn’t understand why he gets so fussy with the texture of his clothes or why he doesn’t like wearing dresses and skirts (and he doesn’t understand either, not really, not yet) maybe he imagines that Jonah found him after Mr. Spider. That he told Jon everything he ever wanted to know. And maybe he wonders what it would be like for Jonah to take him in and raise him. And it all starts out very innocent, just… fantasies of being raised by a person who loves him and shows it openly, who understands him.
And then he gets older and starts feeling arousal, starts touching himself, and he feels a little strange doing it but it feels so good. Feels even better when he imagines that it’s Jonah touching him instead, that it’s Jonah who understands what’s happening to him and who touches him whenever he needs and who knows how best to touch him. And he knows you’re not supposed to want that, that you’re supposed to want sex with men who are your age and that you’re definitely not supposed to want sex with your father. He tells himself it’s okay because Jonah isn’t really his father and they’re not related at all and he just daydreams that maybe he did raise Jon, but he still feels so guilty after because the fantasies only feel good when he imagines that it’s his dad taking care of him. Sometimes he tries to imagine other people, his teachers, his schoolmates, but the idea of having sex with them is so uncomfortable and strange that he often just can’t keep going. It’s a little easier with Jonah but it still feels discomfiting if he’s just Jon’s friend or lover. He needs to be Jonah’s son in his fantasies.
And finally he reads an account that speculates about the possibility that Jonah is trans and suddenly all his strange feelings and discomfort with his body and being a girl make sense. And he isn’t able to accept it for a long time, but when he finally does, well. Who else to name himself after? Maybe Jon thinks to himself that it’s a little like taking his father’s name, only to feel ridiculous for the thought. Maybe he can’t quite bring himself to call himself Jonah when the time comes, it’s “Jon… er- Jon. Jonathan.”
And maybe one day he’s sitting in front of Elias, nervous and unsure but so desperate for the job, and he mentions that he had heard of Jonah Magnus before and he admired his work while internally he’s terrified he’s going to accidentally blurt out something like “he was like a father to me when I was younger” or “I have pseudoincestous fantasies about the man in the portrait behind you whenever I masturbate,” and maybe Elias is very glad that the lower half of his body is concealed by his desk because he’s very visibly hard while listening to Jon’s internal monologue.
Thinking about young Jon longing for a parental figure who would love him and guide him and believe him about Mr. Spider and even know all the answers to all the questions swirling about in his head. Thinking about him finding a book about Jonah Magnus, being fascinated by this strange, clever man, this long-dead occultist. And maybe sometimes when he’s bored and lonely and the children at school are bullying him and his grandmother doesn’t understand why he gets so fussy with the texture of his clothes or why he doesn’t like wearing dresses and skirts (and he doesn’t understand either, not really, not yet) maybe he imagines that Jonah found him after Mr. Spider. That he told Jon everything he ever wanted to know. And maybe he wonders what it would be like for Jonah to take him in and raise him. And it all starts out very innocent, just… fantasies of being raised by a person who loves him and shows it openly, who understands him.
And then he gets older and starts feeling arousal, starts touching himself, and he feels a little strange doing it but it feels so good. Feels even better when he imagines that it’s Jonah touching him instead, that it’s Jonah who understands what’s happening to him and who touches him whenever he needs and who knows how best to touch him. And he knows you’re not supposed to want that, that you’re supposed to want sex with men who are your age and that you’re definitely not supposed to want sex with your father. He tells himself it’s okay because Jonah isn’t really his father and they’re not related at all and he just daydreams that maybe he did raise Jon, but he still feels so guilty after because the fantasies only feel good when he imagines that it’s his dad taking care of him. Sometimes he tries to imagine other people, his teachers, his schoolmates, but the idea of having sex with them is so uncomfortable and strange that he often just can’t keep going. It’s a little easier with Jonah but it still feels discomfiting if he’s just Jon’s friend or lover. He needs to be Jonah’s son in his fantasies.
And finally he reads an account that speculates about the possibility that Jonah is trans and suddenly all his strange feelings and discomfort with his body and being a girl make sense. And he isn’t able to accept it for a long time, but when he finally does, well. Who else to name himself after? Maybe Jon thinks to himself that it’s a little like taking his father’s name, only to feel ridiculous for the thought. Maybe he can’t quite bring himself to call himself Jonah when the time comes, it’s “Jon… er- Jon. Jonathan.”
And maybe one day he’s sitting in front of Elias, nervous and unsure but so desperate for the job, and he mentions that he had heard of Jonah Magnus before and he admired his work while internally he’s terrified he’s going to accidentally blurt out something like “he was like a father to me when I was younger” or “I have pseudoincestous fantasies about the man in the portrait behind you whenever I masturbate,” and maybe Elias is very glad that the lower half of his body is concealed by his desk because he’s very visibly hard while listening to Jon’s internal monologue.
Of course Jon would never express his desires out loud to Elias, wouldn’t ask for them even the two of them ended up falling into bed together, but that’s alright. Elias is sure he can be trained. It can be a side project, a part of preparing Jon for his role as Archivist, lynchpin. Maybe enough to make him a willing one.
Of course, he can’t know that Jonah Magnus still lives (although perhaps one day… he is so very devoted to his father (and so hungry… Elias won’t be able to keep all his secrets from his boy forever)), but he can come to see Elias in a similar role, slotting neatly into all the places carved out for Jonah. I imagine it starts out as a spot of entertainment. Seeing what this haunted, curious young man will do when treated with paternal fondness. Special mentorship, a hand on his shoulder, comforting and warm. It’s so fascinating, to watch him twitch and squirm and want (for Elias to touch him more? To tell him he’s good? That he’s disgusting? To fuck him?). He just makes it so easy to press a little more. Tying one of Elias’ own ties around his neck, a little too tight (like a noose, Jon thinks, then like a collar, he feels stupid for both), patting him on the shoulder. That same evening, proudly introducing Jon as one of their best researchers, a hand on his shoulder the whole time, standing so close. Rewarding Jon with his praise and attention and touch whenever Jon’s been especially good, on the late nights when he’s too tired to stamp out the yearning for Elias to be his father, or when Jon’s been especially receptive of his paternal treatment.
And then further. Insisting Jon wear his “spare clothes” when he “accidentally” startles Jon mid-sip of coffee and causes him to make a mess all over himself. Letting Jon rest on the couch in his office when he has a headache, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead when he’s too tired to question it, then saying Jon must’ve dreamed it when he asks about it. Insisting Jon wear his jacket home on a cold, rainy day, helping Jon into it himself.
Just… slowly escalating, all while Jon believes that he is the one with ill intentions. Reading into Elias’ kindness and professionalism and inserting his own creepy fantasies into perfectly ordinary behavior, replacing his fixation with Jonah with one on Elias…
Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who “yes ands” their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.
Thinking about young Jon longing for a parental figure who would love him and guide him and believe him about Mr. Spider and even know all the answers to all the questions swirling about in his head. Thinking about him finding a book about Jonah Magnus, being fascinated by this strange, clever man, this long-dead occultist. And maybe sometimes when he’s bored and lonely and the children at school are bullying him and his grandmother doesn’t understand why he gets so fussy with the texture of his clothes or why he doesn’t like wearing dresses and skirts (and he doesn’t understand either, not really, not yet) maybe he imagines that Jonah found him after Mr. Spider. That he told Jon everything he ever wanted to know. And maybe he wonders what it would be like for Jonah to take him in and raise him. And it all starts out very innocent, just… fantasies of being raised by a person who loves him and shows it openly, who understands him.
And then he gets older and starts feeling arousal, starts touching himself, and he feels a little strange doing it but it feels so good. Feels even better when he imagines that it’s Jonah touching him instead, that it’s Jonah who understands what’s happening to him and who touches him whenever he needs and who knows how best to touch him. And he knows you’re not supposed to want that, that you’re supposed to want sex with men who are your age and that you’re definitely not supposed to want sex with your father. He tells himself it’s okay because Jonah isn’t really his father and they’re not related at all and he just daydreams that maybe he did raise Jon, but he still feels so guilty after because the fantasies only feel good when he imagines that it’s his dad taking care of him. Sometimes he tries to imagine other people, his teachers, his schoolmates, but the idea of having sex with them is so uncomfortable and strange that he often just can’t keep going. It’s a little easier with Jonah but it still feels discomfiting if he’s just Jon’s friend or lover. He needs to be Jonah’s son in his fantasies.
And finally he reads an account that speculates about the possibility that Jonah is trans and suddenly all his strange feelings and discomfort with his body and being a girl make sense. And he isn’t able to accept it for a long time, but when he finally does, well. Who else to name himself after? Maybe Jon thinks to himself that it’s a little like taking his father’s name, only to feel ridiculous for the thought. Maybe he can’t quite bring himself to call himself Jonah when the time comes, it’s “Jon… er- Jon. Jonathan.”
And maybe one day he’s sitting in front of Elias, nervous and unsure but so desperate for the job, and he mentions that he had heard of Jonah Magnus before and he admired his work while internally he’s terrified he’s going to accidentally blurt out something like “he was like a father to me when I was younger” or “I have pseudoincestous fantasies about the man in the portrait behind you whenever I masturbate,” and maybe Elias is very glad that the lower half of his body is concealed by his desk because he’s very visibly hard while listening to Jon’s internal monologue.
Of course Jon would never express his desires out loud to Elias, wouldn’t ask for them even the two of them ended up falling into bed together, but that’s alright. Elias is sure he can be trained. It can be a side project, a part of preparing Jon for his role as Archivist, lynchpin. Maybe enough to make him a willing one.
Of course, he can’t know that Jonah Magnus still lives (although perhaps one day… he is so very devoted to his father (and so hungry… Elias won’t be able to keep all his secrets from his boy forever)), but he can come to see Elias in a similar role, slotting neatly into all the places carved out for Jonah. I imagine it starts out as a spot of entertainment. Seeing what this haunted, curious young man will do when treated with paternal fondness. Special mentorship, a hand on his shoulder, comforting and warm. It’s so fascinating, to watch him twitch and squirm and want (for Elias to touch him more? To tell him he’s good? That he’s disgusting? To fuck him?). He just makes it so easy to press a little more. Tying one of Elias’ own ties around his neck, a little too tight (like a noose, Jon thinks, then like a collar, he feels stupid for both), patting him on the shoulder. That same evening, proudly introducing Jon as one of their best researchers, a hand on his shoulder the whole time, standing so close. Rewarding Jon with his praise and attention and touch whenever Jon’s been especially good, on the late nights when he’s too tired to stamp out the yearning for Elias to be his father, or when Jon’s been especially receptive of his paternal treatment.
And then further. Insisting Jon wear his “spare clothes” when he “accidentally” startles Jon mid-sip of coffee and causes him to make a mess all over himself. Letting Jon rest on the couch in his office when he has a headache, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead when he’s too tired to question it, then saying Jon must’ve dreamed it when he asks about it. Insisting Jon wear his jacket home on a cold, rainy day, helping Jon into it himself.
Just… slowly escalating, all while Jon believes that he is the one with ill intentions. Reading into Elias’ kindness and professionalism and inserting his own creepy fantasies into perfectly ordinary behavior, replacing his fixation with Jonah with one on Elias…
And Jon will ache for his father’s love all throughout season 4 but it’s okay because he’ll step out of the Lonely and his dad will be there to wipe Peter’s blood from his face and take him home and tuck him into bed and tenderly kiss his forehead. And then in the morning Jon can wake up with Jonah tenderly stroking his hair, his loving father who knows every one of his fantasies and who has come for his son at last to take care of him just like he’s been aching for for so long <3
at last, foul wyrm! your reign of terror is over! prepare to be slain by my ha- wait what are you doing- hey wait. hey. don’t do that. hey. hold on. hey. hey stop. stop. don’t. h-hey! stop! that- that hurts! hey! stop~ s-stop~
They don’t tell you this but actually the main problem with selfcest is that you have two characters with identical names and you need to find a natural way to differentiate the two in your fanfiction. Which is Annoying.
