March 2025

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Jonelias monsterfucking cnc… maybe even somnophilia?

Elias would enjoy having monster!Jon under him. Maybe drugged, maybe just restrained. A terrifying monster capable of ripping him apart helpless beneath him, moaning as Elias thrusts deep inside of it even as it pleads for its father to stop, not to do this to it. Jon thrashing and whining and begging for Elias not to cum inside, unable to fight back. Elias in complete and total control over his child. Breeding it, Jon unable to stop him…

I think he’d also enjoy getting to use Jon while it sleeps. Sneaking up behind a huge, dangerous predator. Nudging its tail gently to the side so he can sink into its soft, warm cunt. Slowly, tenderly breeding it while it sleeps on, utterly oblivious to what its father is doing to it’s vulnerable body…

And of course either way Jon would enjoy the power dynamic. Not being able to be in control. It’s not its fault if Elias gives it everything it wants, not when he won’t listen when it says no. Jon’s always enjoyed the vulnerability of it, of being helpless before its father. Having no control, its agency stripped away, but it feels so good and its safe and it all it needs to do is lie there and take it. None of the awkwardness with feelings or attraction or reciprocation it never knew how to provide as a human. Just pleasure.

But I think they’d also both like somnophilia the other way around too. Jon who needs constant breedings during its heat. Can’t even be bothered to wake Elias up before pulling out his cock and sinking down onto him. Whimpering “please please please” as it tries to take its father harder, deeper. Elias waking up completely pinned beneath Jon’s weight. Limbs and tail wrapped around him, keeping him in place, barely even able to move his hips up into Jon’s desperate bouncing. Hissing “wait, stop, don’t-” but it’s too late and he’s emptying himself into Jon’s fertile womb, cumming deep inside….

It goes without saying that Elias should also mark Jon while it sleeps btw. It’s tough chiton is too thick for Elias to leave hickies and bite marks, of course, but there’s other ways to leave a “property of:” sign on his pet.

Elias standing over a sleeping monster!Jon, fisting his cock and stroking himself off. Aiming so when he cums he paints Jon’s swollen belly and chest with his seed, or perhaps he finishes across its sleeping face. Maybe after he steps a few inches closer, hand still wrapped around his spent dick, and lets put a stream of urine….. just to emphasize his point <3

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thinking about an AU where Elias is Jon’s father who isn’t directly responsible for raising him but who visits on occasion. The visits stop for about a year, and then Mr. Spider happens, and about a month later Elias is at their door again.

He’s slightly. Different now, and it’s strange, but Jon was never really that close to his dad before and now he’s taking a more active interest in his son’s life. Clever and charming and funny in a dry sort of way. And affectionate, when Jon’s very very lucky. He can’t raise Jon himself no matter how much he begs. Doesn’t have the time nor desire ti be a single father, but Jon is interesting, and Elias wants to keep him in his life. Guide him, maybe. He’s ripe for Beholding….

Of course Jon grows up feeling Very Normal about his father. It’s not romantic love, really (nothing ever really has been, for Jon). But it’s the closest he’s ever gotten and he wonders if it might be. It’s this quiet, aching desperation. He wants- needs his father in his life. Longs for his approval and affection. To be near him. It’s all messy and tangled and painful. When he was younger he used to imagine what it would be like to be held by Elias. To sleep in his arms. When he was older he started to imagine… other things.

The summer before he starts college he spends a few weeks with Elias down in London. It’s not the first time, he’s been allowed the occasional weekend or vacation once he was old enough. It’s always been intense. Difficult. Being so close to Elias yet feeling so far. Paralyzed by the wrongness of his feelings, the weight of them. Confusing and heavy and ill-defined. Wanting touch and affection and… and something. And perhaps one night Elias shares a bottle of wine with him. Sits ever-so-slightly too close to him on the couch. And perhaps Jon drinks a little too much, finds himself curled into Elias’ arms, warm and safe and secure. Body singing with the contact. And when Elias sways in slightly closer (maybe to kiss Jon’s forehead, maybe just from the drink (maybe something else)) it’s Jon who reaches up to cup his cheek and kiss him, awkward and sloppy and so, so hungry for everything his father can give him. He knows its wrong, knows he’ll hate himself for it in the morning. But right now Elias is kissing him back. Is going so easily when Jon tugs him down, heavy and strong and pinning Jon to the couch. It’s Jon who opens his legs, lifts his hips for his father to remove his trousers. Who shakily nods when Elias asks if he’s sure, so gentle and soft. Moaning and whimpering as Elias’ clever fingers begin to spread him open. Crying out when his father finally, finally pushes deep inside. Jon’s never had his dad so close. He feels like he’s drowning, he feels so good.

I’m. Torn. on what happens next. On the one hand, there’s an Appeal in Jon and Elias continuing their affair. Just for that week, I think. A mutual (unspoken) agreement that they’ll be leaving it behind when Jon goes off to college. Jon spending his days exploring London or spending time with his father, and his nights cumming on Elias’ cock, pressed down into the mattress or trying to ride him.

But. Perhaps it was their last night together. Perhaps in the morning Elias drove Jon to the train station, dawn just barely breaking the sky. Cupped his son’s cheek. Pulled him in for a soft, slow kiss. Then… sent him back home.

Or maybe it’s just something neither of them talk about, in the morning. Elias smoothly sliding back into the role of Jon’s father (or at least. That’s how Jon wants to think of it. That Elias wasn’t his father, wasn’t acting like his father when they had sex), Jon clumsily trying to pretend everything is normal. Something stilted and strained between them in the last few days before Jon’s sent back home……

Either way he thinks that’s the last of it. Just one night (or a few) of everything he longed for for so many years. Feeling loved and pleasured and utterly adored, and now he has to carry this secret for the rest of his life. But it’ll be alright. Who’s even in his life to tell?

He gets very sick, just a few weeks after classes start. Throwing up at all hours. A fluctuating appetite. He doesn’t think about how he isn’t on birth control, about how neither of them could pull away long enough to slip on a condom. About how he rolled his hips onto Elias’ cock, whispered “inside, dad, please-“ he isn’t. He can’t be.

But the sickness doesn’t stop. And the fatigue is so heavy, so constant. His appetite fickle and strange. He waits, still. Drags it out as long as he can even as his grades begin to slip. Finally, after almost a month, he gives in and takes the test.

It’s positive.