Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

JonElias please feel free to interpret how you want.

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For some humiliation prompts from… a while ago actually lmao. Look I can’t lie brain’s not braining so good and I think I might’ve bungled the ending but by god do I just want to get something. ANYTHING posted. Sorry, I hope it’s alright.

(Every time I post JE noncon I feel a teensy bit guilt for how ooc it is. I know he would never do this (to Jon)!! He would want it to be Jon’s choice!! Unfortunately noncon breeding w/ forced orgasm is like. THE kink for me and I’m willing to overlook a LOT for the sake of being horny on the internet.)

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Tired as hell and worried I’m forgetting something. Idk. The main point is: fic under the cut:

“You look beautiful like this.” Elias murmured, thumb brushing against Jon’s cheek. They struggled, tried to kick out, break free, do anything, but their limbs weren’t responding. Too weak to do more than twitch; they hadn’t even needed to be restrained.

Elias smiled down at them so kindly that they ached. “Shhhh, none of that now. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He retreated, then. Slipped from Jon’s view and left them alone and exposed on the soft, padded bench. They could look for him, wanted to. But that meant turning their head and seeing the sea of faces. All those awful watching eyes, contemptuous or pitying or cruel or lustful. Staring silently at their supine body, stripped of their shirt, their binder. If they had to see their assistants in the crowd too… they weren’t sure they could bear it.

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Had Joncon on the mind. Decided to do a bit of shameless self-promo. Idk I’m tired lol