February 2025

Jon was pretty sure he was going to die.

Of course he had been pretty sure about that several times in the last hour. But what else are you supposed to think when a monster version of yourself shows up when you’re all alone sporting huge fangs. Looking at you like it or he or whatever wants to eat you.

Only the monster apparently didn’t see him as a tasty snack, at least not that way, finding himself pinned down the creature nuzzling against his face. It made use of Jon’s shock and fear carefully pulling his pants off, with far more delicacy than his claws should have. Jon his eyes closed had been bracing for the feeling of teeth only to instead go rigid at the feeling of the monster’s tongue pressing against his cunt. Knowledge slipped into his head, and he considered what choices in his life had lead him to being so luckless as to be the only person around when the other him slipped into heat.

The noise he had made when the tongue slid inside had apparently excited the creature and in a few moments Jon found himself clutched in the creatures arms. Why did it have four of them? Jon didn’t know.

Feeling something far thicker than its tongue pressing against his slit as he was slowly lowered onto it. The stretch was a lot and Jon couldn’t keep a hold on his moans as he was used a bit like a toy. Lifted and dropped by the monster, though it did at least seem intent on his enjoyment as well, an unoccupied arms playing with his clit.

When Jon came his whole body shook, slick gushing around the creature’s dick which pulsed inside him. The creature had Jon wrapped up tightly holding him close as he was moved more roughly. Jon let himself go limp, it was a lot but what else was he supposed to do. When he felt the creature cum he thought that would be it, Jon braced to be left empty, but instead.

“What the hell!” Jon managed to get his first actual words out as he could feel something swelling inside him. Hence the thought again that he was going to die, ripped apart from the inside, He tensed his eyes going wide, it was too much, he couldn’t take it, he was going to break. The creature resumed its attention to his clit and Jon could only whimper as another orgasm rushed through him making him clench down. The too full feeling suddenly shifted as his body relaxed again and while he still felt overwhelming full it felt right. He clenched down slightly and shivered at the pulse of pleasure he felt.

Jon, once he was coherent, going to have some stern words with his other self, but for now all of the functioning parts of his brain were focused on how nice he currently felt.

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Jon who WAS elias’ pet but who was abandoned in S4. It’s so stupid that. After everything else Elias has done him refusing to see Jon hurts the most. But it does.

Jon digging his old collar and leash out of his desk. Putting them on and tugging on them while he masturbates. But it just isn’t the same. Crying after he finishes because he’s so tired and stressed and lonely. And he feels so Awful. Jon trying all the things he used to do with Elias on his own. To be a good puppy. A good kitty. But it’s not the same without Elias’ love and praise and affection.

Peter should catch him digging his old collar and leash and shit out of Elias’ office btw. Should say that, well, since he’s looking after Elias’ institute, why not look after his pet, too? And Jon sort of wants to say no but he’s so fucking desperate and resents Elias for abandoning him and he NEEDS to be touched and used like that that he (reluctantly) agrees. Maybe Peter had to offer something else too actually idk I’m tired as hell…..

It’s terrible. Peter is often negligent, enjoys bringing Jon right to the edge then leashing him up and abandoning him for hours. Likes Jon warming his cock but is Much more sparing with praise and affection than Elias (always offers just enough to Hurt when he takes it away). But Jon is so lonely. And part of him likes that it hurts. It’s easier to justify sleeping with Peter when it always seems to make him feel worse. He doesn’t deserve the comfort or pleasure he’s seeking unless it’s somehow painful.