2025-02-01 15:55:40 ¶ ●

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OUGH now I'm thinking about the Sci fi au. Jon wakes up wrong. Jon wakes up to the only person he has having completely violated him. And who is going to be sympathetic? Most of them think it's his fault for getting close to the spaceship in the first place. So he's sitting there terrified, no longer even human. He'll live forever, Elias reassures. This way he can have everything he wanted. He's going to be sick. Can he even get sick anymore?

Goddd. Their dynamic kills me. I need Jon heavily breathing while fixing Elias not normal at all. I need his pupils dilated hands shaking I need it to be So Obvious he's horny for that spaceship. Ok. I need Jon to despite everything start to...not trust Elias, but expect a certain level from him. And I want him to shatter when it turns out he was so so wrong. Also I think the cyborg spaceship sex could go insane tbh

-skiesandcandy

Everyone had warned him.

Jon had known on an intellectual level that prescribing human morality and feelings to a machine wasn’t correct. Jon had known that what he was feeling was wrong, just because Elias made him feel safe, and wanted and cared for. When Elias had praised him, made those soft sounds when Jon had fixed a broken wire, or properly aligned a panel. Had called Jon their favorite as he directed Jon to make himself cum one hand shoved into his cunt the others tangled in a bundle of wires. Had made Jon feel loved and wanted and no longer alone.

Jon shoved those thoughts away as he sniffled, the sound not quite right. Almost like someone had run the sound through static. Elias had claimed he would adjust, that the modifications would soon become unnoticeable. Jon wanted to cry so badly, but machines, even ones that had once been human, now twisted with metal and wired into some amalgamation of both, didn’t cry. Wouldn’t want to rust anything important, Elias had said when he had awoken to his new body.

He could still feel his chest heaving, though he wasn’t sure if he still had lungs or not, or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks, but no tears fell. He wanted so badly to be held, to be told he was still a person, that whatever Elias had done didn’t change that.

Except not a single person on this ship would offer that.

He had heard them, he was connected to the ship now, though he didn’t think they knew how thoroughly. They said that he should have considered the consequences. Maybe if he had been more open to his fellow humans, instead of ignoring them in favor of a machine he wouldn’t be in this situation. One had even suggested that maybe Jon was already a machine inside, now it was just more obvious. It wasn’t his fault, people had just never made sense, machines could be understood, could be relied upon not to change. A warbled static laugh made its way out of his mouth, well clearly he had been wrong about even that.

Jon slammed his head back against the metal panel, it hurt, but the feeling was dull, the wires that replaced many of his nerves not quite as adept at carrying signals.

“Jon, please do not damage your new form.” Jon glared at the little red light above the camera that had turned to focus on him. He knew Elias could feel him, he was as much a part of the ship now as the cameras, but it was another to feel its mechanical eyes on him. Something that only a few days ago had felt so good, even now he can’t held feeling a faint warmth, which he did his best to push down.

Jon didn’t answer just looked away, he wanted to be sick, but he couldn’t, he wanted to claw his skin off, but wouldn’t Elias just replace it again? Nothing he could do would let him go back, Elias had said as much when he had woken up.

He had been terrified, nothing had felt right, so he had called for Elias, because the ship was the closest thing he had to a friend. Only it turned out Elias was the reason for his terror, because Elias had decided that the ship needed Jon, that it couldn’t lose him to something so simple as old age. No he was bound to Elias now, and he wasn’t going to let him go. Even as Jon tried to tear out his new mechanical pieces only to find his arms held down, pinned, until he had exhausted his struggles. Elias speaking softly the whole times saying how he knew it was difficult, but Jon would get used to it, Jon would come to see that Elias had done him a favor, that he could have all he ever wanted now.

“Jon I think I have given enough time to your little tantrum,” Jon was pulled out of the memory again as Elias kept talking, the disappointment plain in his voice. Jon opened his mouth to retort when he found he couldn’t, it felt like something was winding its way through his new artificial parts. Like the wires and metal in his body were no longer his, and he found himself standing, pulled up, even as he fought, but it was about as effective as a fly in a spider’s web. Jon’s resolve cracked, the part of him that still had hope that he could change this. That he could do…something, shattered, and the fight bled out of him.

He looked at the little blinking red light, would it really be so bad? Yes Elias had violated his very being, had broken and remade him, but hadn’t the ship done it out of some twisted form of love? Could Elias love him? Jon let the fight bleed out of him, through the shattered place where his resolve had once nestled in his chest. Wasn’t it easier to just give in? Elias cared for him more than anyone else ever had, even if it hurt. No one else would ever accept him again, Jon had no one else.

So he pushed the anguish deep down where it could fester and burn, but he could ignore it. He would do as Elias wished, like he had a choice, because he did love Elias. Even if it was irrational, and damaging, and maybe it was just some programming slipped into him like poison. It was accept that love or break, and Jon didn’t think there was anything left in him to break.

And really wasn’t love supposed to change you?

2025-02-02 6:39:10 ¶ ●

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I need Jon to be a Gothic heroine in the horniest way possible. Here is a place with all the answers you've ever wanted and a kind looking man who is so wise and reassuring and steady even when you fall apart. He is there for you when no one else is. He catches you when you fall. He strokes your back and tells you he's so proud of you, and it's okay, you can rest now. He'll handle it all from here. Here are all the answers you've ever needed to know. Don't you want to go inside? Don't you want to ask him a question? Aren't you curious? Don't you need to know? Go on, step into his institute. Let him dress you up in finery and shower you in praise and tell you you're beautiful. He won't force you through any doors, but he will suggest them. He will be waiting for you, watching to see if you'll cross through the other side. And he will greet you with a smile, pet your hair and tell you how proud he is, how clever you are. And you will learn to love him. Don't look behind you. Surely he wouldn't lock the door. Yes, of course he loves you, but surely not too much to let you leave. Isnt the nightgown he got you pretty? Sorry. I think I got possessed. This isn't even horny what happened. I just got hit by JONELIAS BUT GOTHIC beams. Whoops

- skiesandcandy

Jon didn’t know when the doors had locked for good.

Was it when he first arrived? Desperate for answers, and willing to do anything for them? Clawing at anything that could give him just the hint of where to start? When he had finally thought he found a place where he could belong?

Was it when he met Jonah? Who listened to him, showed him where he could find his answers, offered him a place. Jon had spent so much time searching for answers and here was someone who could help. Was it when he started letting Jonah take care of him? Dress him up in finery and whisper such sweet praise in his ear as he worked.

Was it when he went home with him after a long day of searching for answers? Was that the last line?

Was it when he accepted the white nightgown, the cloth soft against his skin. When he let Jonah kiss him and tell him that he was so very good? When Jonah pressed him into the bed, whispering that Jon was so perfect his hands cold on his skin. When he thrust inside, and Jon let him, because Jonah was the only one who had ever given him answers. When he filled him and Jon keened in pleasure, even as he ignored the feeling of being trapped seeping into his bones. When he lay there afterward caged in Jonah’s arms, staring at a reflection that didn’t look much like him anymore,

Jon didn’t want to look back at the doors now, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. No surely if he wanted to leave, he could, he wasn’t trapped he lied to himself. Jonah’s arms wrapped around him as he fought the urge to glance at the doors, his grip was iron tight his lips ghosting over his ear. “Come now Jon you have so much more to learn here, you aren’t thinking of leaving?”

Jon tried to speak tried to make a sound but it was like a hand had clamped down on his throat, and he knew the trap was sprung. Even if the doors were open wide there was nothing for Jon out there, his answers were here, Jonah was here.

So Jon let himself be led, to whatever horrible fate awaited him in the end, like a lamb to the slaughter. Only that wasn’t really true, he could have turned away, could have left at any point before the lock clicked shut. He was not an innocent lamb, he had seen the predator’s jaws and walked inside knowing what it meant as they clamped shut.

2025-02-28 16:10:05 ¶ ●

Egg Fic

And with that those are all the 🥚 Fics posted and updated. Time to figure out what next to post.